Life Of Mafia Novels & Stories

“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

Like fate had decided to play dirty. The first time I saw him was months ago, at a party. A work night for me, just another contract, another throat to slit and vanish before the champagne went flat. I didn’t expect to lock eyes with a mafia heir dressed in black silk and sin, his gaze catching mine across a room full of killers and crooked kings. I’d slipped out unseen, job finished, but my mind had stayed behind hooked on him. Rafa. And now he was here again. No plan. No chase. Just him.

Five guards step out of it, and fall into step behind me instantly. With my phone in a pocket, and a pistol in my hand; eyes filled with deathly fury as we approach. The moment I step in, the sight before me makes my heart stop. Not because its new, I've seen thousands of dead bodies, it was worse after an all out war between two ruthless mafia Lords. What made my heart stop is the implication. "This is a lot." I mutter, noting the extent of damage that had been done. The thought of innocents being murdered, and killed for something they didn't do or had no idea of; makes my heart ache.

I couldn't take the suffocation I felt. My father didn't stop me. He simply sighed as I made my way past him and into the family room. I wanted to laugh at the irony. I sat on the couch and stared at the piano. I wanted to play but I knew the moment I touched that piano I would break down. I had no room for emotion in my life right now. I was going to be the biggest Mafia Don this world had ever seen. Mafia Dons have no room for emotions or family. My father taught me that early on. “Good Evening Master, Neko is making Dinner. Would you like me to play you a song?” Ayla questioned as she spotted me staring at the Grand Piano.

And death is something I’ve always been intimately familiar with. “Yeah.” I nodded, smoothing the fabric of my top. “I’ll tell them about the party we’ll hold to become one.” Ace stepped closer, expression turning serious in that way only he could do—where a single shift in his eyes made the entire room feel heavier. “Italian-American mafia,” he said. “Do you realize we’ll be the most powerful mafia in the entire world? We’ll have tons of enemies, and I already have many enemies. We’ll be in constant danger… You sure you wanna do this, amore?”

Sometimes, I’d try to talk to him, offer a light comment or a gentle smile, but he’d only look at me with those cold piercing eyes of him and remind me of our arrangement. “Don’t get carried away, Joan. This is business, nothing more,” he’d say, and each time, it felt like a knife twisting in my chest. But tonight… tonight felt different. I’d been walking down the hall, just trying to clear my head, when I heard voices. My curiosity got the better of me. I slipped into the shadows near the doorway and saw Derrick, standing with his right hand men, Santi and Ace. I was too far away to make out everything, but phrases floated over to me, the words “mafia,” “Godfathers,” and “pressure.” My hear

"Love... You aren't afraid? You're not repulsed by what I do?" "I remember reading a lot of stories. the story of mafias." She excitedly said. Arthur blinked at her, his mind trying to wrap around the idea that she was seeing this all as some sort of romantic fantasy. He chuckled softly, his voice tinged with amusement. "Love, real mafia life is nothing like those stories. It's dangerous, violent, and it's not romantic in any way. You understand that, right?" "and?" Luna raised an eyebrow. "you brought me in this world for what?"

he said with a smirk. I stared at him for a moment before shaking my head and heading outside. In the driveway, a sleek black Range Rover awaited me. The driver opened the door with a respectful bow, and I climbed in without a word. As the car pulled out, Damon’s words replayed in my mind. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. A laugh escaped me, sharp and bitter. “Damon Dark, mafia and werewolf,” I muttered to myself. “What he wouldn’t do is make peace.”

He could simply be with Zeke yet he chose to be with his enemy. He growled, he looked up before burying his head in his hands letting out a deep breathe. He wanted to calm himself down but it was hard knowing there are enemies everywhere. Being a Mafia was too hard. Too hard that you have to risk your whole life. But how could he leave Danica behind knowing she has no one with her?

I asked her, and tears streamed down her cheeks. "Unfair," she cried, and I shook my head. "Do not tell me it is unfair, Catalina. It is a simple question. I knew how distraught you were when you thought he would die. Unfortunately, this is how life is in the mafia. You are lucky to still have him. What if they had succeeded? Instead of you spending the rest of your time together loving each other and sorting out how you will care for your little one, you are busy getting angry. News flash, Catalina, there is no time for such. People like us do not have the luxury of that. We have to run faster than our shadows sometimes. We have to live our lives in the minute. Thanks to Luciano, we are not