Life Of Mafia Novels & Stories

No great Mafia ever conquered with love, keep it at the back of your mind ", he said. "I don't want to be a Mafia, I never wanted to,I just wanted a normal life, I was dragged into this!, do you think if I was given a choice when I was a child I would have been this in the first place? I lost myself completely, I became a shadow of my own self, I became the antagonist in my own life story, do you think I've ever gotten happiness in this? the only thing I've ever achieved from this is fame, respect and money nothing more! the only time I ever saw myself happy and at peace and fulfilled and a better version of myself was when I fell in love so crucify me for choosing to be happy ", Diego said,

Working for a Mafia (Revenge was her DNA until she met him) By Nwabueze Ify Preçious Authoress Prechy PROLOGUE Miranda is a young girl living with her parents in a peaceful community not untill everything changed . Their town was raided by evil money bags and everyone was killed . . But she managed to escape after everyone in her small town were killed or so she thought. And then she swore to.have her revenge and kill those killers down to their generations

Fred I wanted no part of any of this fucking mess. I’d done my time, paid my dues, and somehow gotten out of the mafia unscathed. Most men in my position, my age, would’ve been six feet under two decades ago, or have their bones resting at the bottom of the Atlantic by now. But not me. I knew for fucking certain it wasn’t luck. This was God’s spite, I was sure of it. Letting me live a long life while I watched men like Andre Bianchi continue to thrive.

You couldn't run from the mafia and survive. “I’m so stupid,” I said out loud as I broke down crying. I thought I could get away from the Cosa Nostra and live a normal life. I should have known that the life of crime would follow me to the grave. No one ever left the mafia and lived to tell the tale. I should have married Domenico and prayed he died a quick death. Or poisoned him in his sleep and masqueraded it as a natural cause. I should have known he would ask for Allegra once I refused to marry him.

“There’s no escaping that life.” “You could have escaped and found another man.” I rolled my eyes. Of course, it was all bullshit. I just wanted to guilt-trip her, but it seemed that Barbie had grown a thick skin and had become callous. She only cared about her mafia romance and the merry band of misfits. “His family belonged to the Russian mafia.” “Belonged?” Spade reiterated. “He didn’t choose this life. He was still a boy. His sister was five years older than he was. She just turned fifteen when their village was caught in the crossfire between two rival bratvas. His parents were killed. Her sister.” She swallowed.

he was back to being Chadwick my tormentor but then something far darker, I felt it. "I am in the Mafia! I am the Mafia!" he roared, his eyes dark and wild. "I murder people! I make them disappear! I run illicit businesses! That's the life you signed up for! I am not a campus boy who would go on a casual concert with you, do you understand?!"

He was born into the mafia business where he had to kill or get killed. There were a few sensitive areas in his life. Those points made him realize how much of a mess his life had become. The first one was his position as the don in his mafia, the second was about Olivia, his first love and the third was about his little sister who was quadriplegic. "Mr Loides-" Ellise began, but was cut off by the sound of Alexandre slamming his hand on the desk. "Don't" he stated coldly.

The mafia always ran on blackmailing, murder and violence. "And why did Sil react like that? She knows something then." Adele sighed. Albert lay down on the mattress. He couldn't even think about all these. Who knew his life would turn upside down in just a few hours? How could his whole life become a lie like this? How could his family never turn out like his own? He was the heir of a mafia organisation, the organisation he loved and hated most.

she was trembling, “It's not like I'm important, no one would miss me anyway, my parents are too busy sniffing…” “That's not the point.” “Then what is?” I stood up and removed my clothes, “The point is the man has ties to the mafia, didn't you know this?” “Why would I ?” I placed my t-shirt over my head. “I forgot you don't pay attention to anything but your fool of an ex I*******m.” “Hey…” I threw the pillow at her, “Keeping it real, now let's go downstairs and celebrate the fact that you still have your life.” She dragged me by the hand.

It was a dirty lifestyle, filled with danger and unpredictability, yet we couldn't escape it. I knew deep down that I was destined for this life - the mafia blood ran thick in my veins. My mother, born into poverty in her homeland of Morocco, knew this all too well. With her three brothers and one sister, she was the third youngest in the family. Her eldest brother, Fadoul, concocted a plan to make money for their struggling household and that's how it all began.