Life In The Mafia Novels & Stories

Last time losing to Darryl in a car race made him extremely humiliating. Darryl glared at Sullivan's underlings causing them to hesitate for a moment. Although they were outnumbered in terms of numbers, they were also stronger physically, not to mention Darryl was seriously injured, they were still afraid of that man. The mafia world knows that since the age of 20, Darryl became the boss of a mafia gang, inheriting his dead adoptive father. To be able to lead his father's mafia gang to become the most notorious and scary gang today, Darryl must be a monster. Everyone knows that Darryl has a wolf, that alone is enough to prove his monstrous and terrifying personality.

- I need your loyalty, because I can't do it alone, but I can't allow myself to be betrayed either. - Okay, start by telling me who Maria De La Cruz is, the beautiful Mexican who saved my life, and it wasn't by chance. - I won't tell you much, but I will tell you a little at a time. But let's make it mutual. Do you know who your daddy is? - Yes, a former hitman, and right hand of the most mafia doctor in Latin America. - Very well, you have accepted reality, congratulations, and me? do you know who I am?

I can understand, how it would be for a 4 year old kid, seeing his parents are working as a slaves, threatening for their lives every second. We become silent, only the thunders, lightening and sounds of rumbling leaves are visible and felt from the distant clouds and the ground , Antony seeing the outside breathing the cigarette. But my mind is running with deeper thoughts with more than a speed of light. Sometimes life is a disguise, it's the choice of who play the game, than who lead the game. But at last the leaders will win for sure, if not the game was not ended yet. Life in the mafia operates by secrecy, simply because everyone's out to get you when yo

“Did you really think you could just push me front, back, left, right, as you wish? I have a life of my own! In LA! Los Angeles. I was a teacher. Well, I would be pleased to return to my little life, to those Montessori children’s school.” Hades gripped her chin, his fingers cold, unyielding. “You really don’t know who you’re dealing with, huh?” His eyes bore into hers, cold and predatory. “You just killed Mr. Vito Carbone. A very ruthless mafia kingpin. Do you really think you would go back to a simple life? This night? This night was your initiation. You are now knee-deep in the mafia world. And you will only pay with your life. There’s no going back to that simple life.” Claudine almost s

Our situation turned upside down, papa was the only bread winner of the house, we weren't too rich but lived a comfortable life. Mama had to struggle a lot after papa's death to raise us, we requested the mafia for compensation, hundreds of men die every year for the mafia, they don't care much for the lives lost or the broken families. They know if they loose one man, then 3 more are standing in queue to take that position.

“Let me rephrase that, are you into illegal dealings?” Niko pulls my body flush to him, my bare back rests against his warm chest, his fingers smoothing my hair behind me to bare my shoulder to his lips as it lowers to my shoulder. Scenarios ran through my head, in movies they always portrayed the mafia as a violent illicit world, lawless men and women, committing all sorts of crimes imaginable, trafficking substances, women, and children. And while ours can be quite violent, the lifestyle and traditions are somewhat old-fashioned, and outdated and can come off as strange to outsiders. I never imagined it would have some truth to it.

He said one day he'd save enough and he'd buy us a house. He said there would be a little mailbox in front of it. And the nameplate would say Lorenzo & Liana. He said we'd get married in that house. Raise a kid in it. Live a quiet, ordinary, happy life. He said someday, when we were old, we'd watch the sunset together and just go. Then they took him. Locked him in a cellar. Said unless we paid up, they'd shoot him. The mafia has a rule. You never go to the police. Not for anything. You go to the cops, your man dies.

The mafia always ran on blackmailing, murder and violence. "And why did Sil react like that? She knows something then." Adele sighed. Albert lay down on the mattress. He couldn't even think about all these. Who knew his life would turn upside down in just a few hours? How could his whole life become a lie like this? How could his family never turn out like his own? He was the heir of a mafia organisation, the organisation he loved and hated most.

In the life I was thrown in, the one filled with mafias, gangs, assassins, drug lords. It was just too much to ask. I was alive. I should be grateful, shouldn't I?

Elena Life can change in the blink of an eye, one second you can be having the time of your life and the next your life can feel like it's over. Being a family in the Mafia, this is embedded in me already. I thought I was ready for anything that came at me tonight but nothing could prepare me for what just happened.