Life Of Mafia Novels & Stories

Sicily, Italy Myra My whole life was a lie. I had spent my life raised by my mother thinking that I have no one but her. I don't hate her for not sharing the dark history of her past or her family. But I am broken inside to know that she didn't even bother to give me a chance to choose between a mafia and a normal life. I got to know how she had faked her death after getting pregnant. She raised me alone, being in the dark, hidden from her enemies. She did everything to protect me from the bare hands of other mafias. Maybe she was in love for the first time with my biological father. That is why she left her billion dollar business, her position in the mafia and everything. But the result sh

So, he continues "I was the leader of American mafia. My real name is 'STEVEN KNIGHT' not Steven Moritz. Aidan's father 'Eric uncle' and your grandpa were alliances. During our childhood, we lived all together. Both the families were the envious of them all. Dad handled American mafia whereas Eric uncle had Canada and Mexico under his control. It was the most powerful mafia clan. Everyone feared them. But we were a happy loving family until the day, when we lost dad and uncle. You know sweetheart, power comes with its own thorns. Once you got the hunger of power, you can't back away. There's only destruction after that. In mafia nothing matters just the power. The more powerful you are the l

"If I don't come back... if they get to me... you don't trade the keys. You keep Leo safe. You keep the world dark. Don't let them have the sky again." I looked at him—my beautiful, broken monster. I realized then that this was the "Mafia" life I had inherited. It wasn't about the technology or the god-mind. It was about the debts of the fathers, the blood in the snow, and the impossible choices we made for the people we loved.

I said. "Wait, Valer-ie," she called me but I ended up the call. I put my laptop on the table beside my bed. I lay down in my comfy bed. And hugs my pillow. I don't know what to think anymore. Yeah! my parents are both the leaders of the mafia. Why is that have to do with me? The hell! I care about their work. They are both a famous doctor and lawyer. But they won't quit being a mafia. I don't also like moving around into different provinces because of the threats in their life. Why it is unfair that I have a life like this?

" On your right side. Turn the lamp on. " Catalina found the switch and pressed it. As soon as she touched it, an alarm went off. The pakhan snatched the gun from her hands and with one hand pushed her on the bed with him. She collided with his naked hard chest and now the gun rested on her cleavage. " Rule number 1 . Never believe a Mafia. " He laughed loudly and footsteps echoed in the corridor. The door opened with several men in there and one of them switched on the lights at last.

I tilted my head as I continued listening to him. " My mother's parents are dead but my father's are very much alive, living in wealth somewhere in Bora Bora. They despised their son for marrying a woman such as my mother who was a manipulative gold digger but... they still had a little love for their grandchildren who had to live with it all. They favored Brielle the most because well.. she's the youngest and put a bank account under her name so she could have when she got older. " I watched as tears came to his eyes but he quickly wiped them away.

she declared and I nodded at her, taking her hand in mine. “I promised you and I'd keep keeping my promise till the day I die if you give me another chance.” I pleaded with her. “I swear I love you. But do you mean what you said to Antonio about the mafia?” “Yes. The mafia took the important people in my life away from me. My father. My siblings.” “I'm so sorry,” she apologized. ‘I know you must be wondering, if I hate the mafia as much as I say I do, why am I still in the business and have not found something else to do with my life. Right?”

she murmured softly, her voice barely audible for fear of waking him. Her eyes remained locked on him as her thoughts wandered. She recalled how casually Leonard dismissed the injury on the back of his head, claiming it was something he was used to. It baffled her, though she chastised herself for being so naïve. Leonard Hugues wasn’t an ordinary man—he was part of a criminal syndicate. As a high-ranking member of the Lafleur mafia, his life was anything but safe. Each day was a battle for survival in a world where the strong devoured the weak, and in the mafia, survival came by any means necessary. Leonard, no stranger to this reality, had lived in its shadows since he was a boy.

Despite the fact that every attack is well planned, it only takes a single mistake for your kingdom to become defenceless. Death. Betrayal. War. Greed. That's what the Mafia life is all about. Not some lavish love story you tend to read in novels or see in the movies. This is real life, and it is brutal, and you do not have the luxury of sipping fancy whisky and smoking exotic cigars. There comes a time in a man's life when he must ask himself if the power of dominance is enough to satisfy the hunger in his organization, or will the power of love, outweigh that hunger?

“I promise.” I placed my hand in her face. God I loved this girl so fucking much it hurt. “We’re not who you think we are Mil. We live two very different lives, one you’ve already seen and the other is hidden.’ I stopped taking a deep breath before I continued. ‘We’re not like you and Kacey Mil. Me and Orlando come from a different world from both of you. We have many enemies that either want it, take us out and ruin us or just kill us. We’re one of the biggest English mafia groups here, the Hemings a close second. We deal in drugs and firearms. The Hemings are our rivals, they hate us and they really hate us. Last night we had a shipment coming in. We both told Fletcher something was very w