Life Of Mafia Novels & Stories

"I didn't choose this life, Bianca. It chose me. It's inbred in me that I can't walk away from it even if I tried. The moment you're a male in the famiglia, you're a part of the mafia, whether you like it or not. I took an oath when I was old enough to decide for myself. I can't break that oath as long as I live. The only way out of the mafia is death." "Will you ever know peace? These gang wars, this territory dispute. It must be draining to always expect an attack." "It's the mafia, Bianca, not a Disneyland fairytale." I joked, chuckling lightly. She looked at me undeterred. "But does the nightmare ever end?" A small smile touched my lips. "Once in a while," I said softly. Truthfully. "Aft

U just had to keep my mouth shut and i feel like I never had such good luck in life because now I just had to go ahead and get involved with a freaking mafia boss. This was my life. This was just my sad and pathetic sad life and it's only just a matter of time before Marco finally kills me and I knew that to help myself and also stay alive I just had to shut up and keep my mouth shut so that I could live longer. My heart was beating so fast and I didn't even know how I was going tj face him. He didn't catch me unlike last time but yet I felt so scared because he was a freaking mafia boss which meant that he could do literally anything to me and that meant killing me in one go

When Jacob Kyler sees his reflection in the mirror, a handsome man bearing a fragile broken heart inside him urges anger to engulf him. He doesn't know what to do because his mind is blank just thinking about how she's dared to go out with Henry. He throws the vase towards the mirror, breaking both objects into pieces. "You mother f**ker, why is that girl not afraid of you?" That's all he can afford for himself while looking at his reflection in the mirror. This is the moment he has come to realize how worthless his life is. How pathetically his existence is ignored by the girl whom he loves with all of his heart! A mafia whose routine is to kill others, ruin them and their happiness, and de

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.

I stated as i shot him in the head. "Well, Now, the Lebanese mafia is after ME and The Australian mafia is after US. They declared war, didn't they? I wanna watch a movie." Alexia said happily. She's so fucking fearless. There are two mafia after her and she's still the same, fearless, bold, strong. She would make a perfect queen.

She was being a damn brat, but this conversation wasn't over. "I don't have a real life? I'm just some criminal to you?" I said, half laughing at how absurd of an accusation that was. I had a family to protect, multiple business I ran and funded, I had responsibilities set in place from hundreds of years ago. This wasn't some gang of teenage thugs fighting over drug deals. We were Italian mafia, a code... maybe a little like a cult. "I'm just saying, we are two very different people. We don't belong in each other's world. And I don't want to be some girl you get off with, let along make a mistake we can't fix."

The man he was… and the man I was begging him to become. “I don’t know how to live outside of it, Gianna,” he finally said, his voice low and hoarse. “This life… the mafia… it’s all I’ve ever known. It's not just power or blood or territory. It's the foundation of everything I was raised to believe in.” I squeezed his hand tighter. “Then believe in something else now. Believe in me. In us. In the family we’re about to have.” He exhaled slowly, as though my words had knocked the wind from his chest.

For a fleeting moment, he had believed he was closer to a life of freedom, but Shawn's arrival had cruelly shattered that tiny glimmer of hope. "Is their 'curse' really that strong, from the second son, Max to the youngest, Kix?" He laughed bitterly, his gaze growing emptier. The fleeting images of Linda and Tara flashed through his mind—once, they had been some of the few warm presences in his life. But now, that warmth had been swallowed by the cold brutality of the mafia. His world was filled with violence and power, and the men tangled with him were, without exception, mafia bosses. Each one was more dangerous than the last.

As he stretched out on the soft couch, he breathed out deeply and sent a cloud of fragrant smoke into the air. Logan Castillejo is a well-known member of the Foedus Corp, which is a well-known mafia group. Taking people's lives is a job that he does with ease and grace. Logan was born into a wealthy and politically influential family, so he grew up with a lot of money and comfort. He quickly and easily gets what he wants. Logan always gets what he wants, no questions asked. The way he lives his life is based on this philosophy. He is an only child, so everything comes to him easily and he lives a very comfortable life.

I demanded, pouting my lips. "Rafe is in the Mafia, basically he's a shadow, we can't tell his exact location and whereabouts except he wants us to know and he never does, he just shows up whenever it's necessary. Also he was my first investor, he trusted in my business idea and innovation, you can say he's behind my success in a way" "Do you mean the Mafia is real?" I squealed, pulling out of Damon's body as my eyes widened with this new revelation. "What planet are you from? Mars? Of course the Mafia is real," Damon answered.