Life Of Mafia Novels & Stories

She even tried to plot with her husband to kill me, probably for money so that they could attempt to get out of their drug debt more than likely. But a lot of people don't know that once you're in the Mafia, there's no way out. And the only way out is to be hunted forever. I was born into this lifestyle so I had no choice. I had to grow and adapt to live in this environment and just to survive. I thrive because I feel nothing. Well ..... felt. Past tense .

I sighed, walking back up the stairs to stay out of Don Vito's sight. ******* The life of a mafia is as ruthless as death itself. The experience at Don Vito's mansion is enough to describe the life of every mafia. The constant killing, the drugs... There's no room for peace in their midst. It's all about danger, death, killing, drugs, guns... There are so many words to describe the life of a mafia. It's just so terrible. I still remember what Karen and I faced in Don Vito's place. How he'd make us do things we don't want to do.

"I can't imagine anyone hurting you when I'm in your life. I couldn't tolerate that night too, when I tried to wake you up from the unconsciousness and you didn't, I nearly felt that I lost you. When I took you to the doctor, he refused to admit you, because I didn't have a single penny in my pocket, for your treatment! All you were like lying on the stretched and trembling in the fever. You don't have any idea love, how much I felt helpless, weak, powerless that day! That I couldn't protect the love of my life. The lover in me failed miserably. That day I realized the value of money in life " He gazed at her in a firm confident voice. "My Abbu's name saved you, in an instant doctor admitted

I looked away, afraid that he would read right through me. “You can tell me.” He grabbed my chin, compelling me to look into his eyes. I sighed, blinking away the sadness I’m feeling, shaking my head. “It’s not that, X,” I began, settling the camera on my lap. “I understand that my safety is your priority, and I appreciate that, really. But I feel like I’ve got no control over my life anymore.” I looked into the distance, sighing. “Knowing about the mafia changed my life. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. The plan I had for myself….” I shook my head, “-seems like a distant memory now.”

Whether he was blood or not. I am the American mafia's leader, Ace Hernandez. When I was seventeen, I was given the mafia to run and to build the most powerful organization on the planet. At the age of 25, I lead a lifestyle that includes drinking, using drugs, and dating women. My mafia obligations were not ignored. I had a reputation for being brutal and unforgiving. That's the last thing you'd ever do: step in my path.

Not with the life I led. Being a mafia boss came with a price. It attracted enemies, danger, and constant threats. I had seen what happened to men in this line of work who tried to have families. Their wives, their children—they became targets. Weaknesses that rival gangs exploited without mercy. That’s why I had never let myself get too close to anyone. I couldn’t risk it. Not with the life I lived.

Arriving at home, I rush for a shower after the shower, I laid myself on the bed with my eye staring at the ceiling. As tears begin to stream down from my eyes when a deep thought hit me. I was nineteen when I lost my mother. It has been two years since this incident happened. But that day was more than a nightmare when we were in Russia. I still remember that night when I was sitting on the couch and suddenly a group of mafia broke into the house and threatened dad. They through he was a part of the Russian Mafia, but they were mistaken. While threatening and blackmailing dad they killed my mother. Then after that day my father decided to move out from Russia, we came to France, Laon. Where

Everything changed the moment he come into my life. "You don't know what you're saying. The fact that you're a dangerous Mafia doesn't change anything" I said again. "I was just a child when my parents were killed but a ruthless and greedy man. My Dad, was the leader of all mafia's in the whole world, having tons of enemies yet, he has this friend he trusted so much and could do anything for him even at the expense of his life. But guess what...?" He trailed off with a light chuckle as he turn around to face me.

"Tell him you'll fix it on your part, make something up. I'm trying to take care of you, that one or the other boot lickers is trying to overtake you." "I don't want you to take care of me! And that's the most twisted definition I've ever heard of caring for someone!" "Well, it's about time you realized I'm a little twisted. Mina, you're just getting to know what this whole world is about. If you let me, I can show you everything, as long as you go carefully and follow my every precaution." Your world. The business one. The mafia. The money guys. Politics. The power one.

" But that was not the only thing, the thirteen-year boy lost that day. When he took the crown, his little shoulders were a burden but the man he was supposed to learn things the most trusted man of my uncle, who was telling me everything, now started fearing for his life, because that day not only we lost a family member but he lost someone dear to him as well. That man the right hand of my uncle lost his 2-year-old son, who was brutally killed. Besides the body of my uncle was another dead body, an innocent two-year-old son, an innocent baby, who was not even aware of the world around him. He was killed even before he could learn to even breathe properly. . That was the day the Ital