Life Of Mafia Novels & Stories

call. I rolled my eyes and to avoid abnywrs which I always avoided I have them a few hundred bucks and they let me go. I was pretty much alone in this world, an Hispanic girl just navigating life on her own.. From riches to only God knows what level one would call what I was on.. Definitely not grass but definitely hell… I turned the last corner and there was the destination I was going into …. What is it about mafias that why just have to live a freaking dirty life , their hands are always dirty no matter what they do.

Sharon asked, seeing how Tara suddenly paused. “I heard Sir Mathew run away from home the second time, and he went to join a mafia gang.” “So? What came after that?” Sharon asked. “But to join the deadly gang, his first task was to kill his sister,” Tara revealed.

Ken tells Alessandro. “I think I agree. She’s achieved her goals and she’s living her dream life. And me? I’ve lived up to my mother’s promise in one way, and I’m clean now. I feel great looking at how far I’ve come. The mafia lifestyle was not it for me…My soul feels replenished when I work on art. Earlier, I did it for her, but now, I do it for myself as well,” Alessandro tells Ken. The Next Day Alessandro’s pov:

Surviving yet another déjà vu of what life has been like in recent years, an endless cycle of pain and misfortune, at what moment did I allow myself to think that I could live something beyond that? I never imagined that everything would be as bad as it once was, the moment I was introduced to Stefano I knew I was handing my life over to a bad man, after all, what mafia man would be good... And no matter how naive he was or try to be, I still had a little hope saved, for some stupid reason, of having a good marriage and a life of queen next to the next Don, that hope was extinguished right at the beginning of our marriage seven years ago.

When the red haze of fury finally cleared, I found myself standing over Helena's prone form, my hands sticky with blood. The warehouse had fallen silent, the fight over. But the real battle, I realized as I turned to face Aliyah's shocked gaze, was just beginning. Aliyah Sundane The world had tilted on its axis, everything I thought I knew crumbling around me. Alessandro, my Alessandro, was standing before me, his hands dripping with blood, his eyes wild with a fury I'd never seen before. Mafia. The word echoed in my mind, alongside the images from the folder Helena had shown me. Newspaper clippings of gang violence, photos of Alessandro with known criminals, documents detailing illegal oper

Tears are flying down my face. Hurt, pain, and disappointment are all eating me up. The Mafia wants to get hold of these biochips. I was sacred of the doctors getting hold of them. What about the Mafia? This is very bad. It was all the plan since day one to give them the prototype for the biochips. But how naïve of me. I gave them more. I gave them my heart. What did I do so wrong? That I am always falling deeply in love with the men who don’t just break me.

He held it with a bow. Mom was with Troy. He had slept in her lap. " Dad. " I left her hand, " I can't. " I told him. I could kill, made the river flow of blood, torture in a barbaric way. I did want to do this. Can't! It wasn't part of our dictionary. She made it possible. Dad darted his gaze on us and silently nodded at me. He walked over to the floor. The hall was crowded with Mafia leaders, underbosses, and almost all the powerful people from the entire world came to attend the funeral.

I tried to think of other things besides the Cosa Nostra. I often wondered what my life would have been if I wasn’t born in the Cosa Nostra. I walked over to the sofa near the window and I sat down. I could’ve lived a normal life; far from all the disaster and the hate. When I was about to be married to Primo, I thought about escaping and moving to another country. I could get a job and live my life normally. But I realized that I wouldn’t survive in the real world. I wanted too much but knew too little of what was before me. I think it’s for the best that I was born as part of the mafia. If you learn to live with what you have, you’ll start to think that it’s not all that bad.

Roman Bianchi was a mafia boss whom very few would be daring enough – or suicidal enough – to mess with. He lived by a few rules, among which harming children was forbidden, because even his chaotic life could use some structure. And at the moment, Roman wasn’t pleased to be on bedrest to say the least. He needed to hunt the rat who dared to betray him. This betrayal made him lose money, but also facilitated an attempt on his life – and made him lose 3 of his men.

"I don't want you to kill anyone for me. If you care about me, if you love me, you won't. I can't do this whole crime thing, always worrying about you. Why are you even still in the mafia? You can just own the company can't you?" "I just never thought about giving it up. It's all I've known since I was 18 and the last thing, keeping me somewhat close to my father's memory. And to be honest, I guess I was just waiting for me to finish the plan, but now that's out of the picture." "Is it?" I swallow hard. "Yes. I'm not going to let something that happened 8 years ago dictate my life now. It's destroyed us enough." "If you say so. Wh-"