Mafia 1 Chapters Novels & Stories

It was one of the ways he could cool off. I tried to imagine what he was doing, or who he was killing at the moment because death was the usual result when Stephan was involved. How was killing so easy for him? It had been difficult for me to process my shock when I fired my first gun at some men when they came in gun blazing. Now my fellow sisters are all calling me sister six. I did not want to get involved in the social hierarchy that the mafia world that Stephan dragged me into but I could not deny that I felt a sense of belonging among Georgia's students.

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.

" 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.

Leonardo paused in his speech. He accessed my facial expression before going on. "It is an oath of secrecy taken, swearing not to divulge the activities of the mafia to law enforcement agencies. You won't be allowed to have unmonitored phone calls, e-mails or texts as every thing will now be monitored by the mafia. You also can't go on unsupervised trips or vacations. All your movements will be monitored and track. You shouldn't be seen with the police either. You will have to be branded as belonging to the Mafia. And the punishment if you don't sign or break any of the rules is...death"

He doesn't spare anyone coming in his way , disrespect is something no-one even thought about but the girl sitting in front of him didn't hesitate once to show her hatred towards him . The most dreadful mafia leader is feeling helpless for the first time in his life, scared to hurt her.he isn't able to understand this feeling he's developing for his little bundle of joy ,he feels happiest around her now a days . Thinking about his own past actions with her ,he didn't wanted to hurt her but seems like his ruthlessness is buried deep inside him ,he couldn't control himself from harming her,that too when he wants to cherish her,treat her like the way she deserves but here she is, who doesn't ev

The ledger. My mind flashed back to that rainy afternoon weeks before my engagement, when I’d slipped into my father’s study and found the plain black leather book I wasn’t supposed to see. I’d only opened it for a second, but the entries were seared into me: payments to the Ivanovs, timed to fabricate a debt that never existed; a note in my father’s sharp, slanted handwriting about how the “Ivanov problem” would be solved by “the Moretti wolf.” He hadn’t just sold me to Dante. He had engineered the entire collapse, and used me as the final sacrifice to bury a rival family. The whiskey scent clinging to Dante’s breath suddenly twisted into the stench of betrayal.

I picked interest in this mafia book: HEALING THE BROKEN UNDERWORLD BOSS. Right from the first chapter, it felt like I was the main character, a guy who was betrayed and chased out of his home and prominence but came back stronger to deal with all of his enemies. Same thing I wanted to do to the king. While I sat on the sofa, cruising through the pages of the book with determination, my phone rang. I picked it up and it was Callan. Dropping the book with an indication on the page I stopped, I tapped on the screen, picking the call.

I pulled the journal from beneath the pillow and held it against my chest, feeling its weight. Feeling the power contained in those pages. I traced my finger over the cover before tucking it back into its hiding place. Then I lay down again. My body was still trembling, but my mind was already turning over the next move. The nature of the mafia was stitching itself into me. It's never over until it's over. I had to move forward, one battle at a time. I knew I had reached a point of no return. I had defeated Mira and Bianca.

Hi, my name is Yaszy:) This is my first ever Mafia story. There will be SA! If you get triggered easily this book isn't for you. Please don't leave rude comments, I am trying my best with writing this story. There will be: -Abuse -Sex -Violence -Mafia -Triggers I hope you enjoy!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~CHARACTERS~ Location of story: New York Alessio Rocco Romano -The father and is 50 years old. He has brown hair and blue eyes, and is the head of the Italian Mafia. He's dangerous when it comes to messing with one of his kids.

There’s just one problem: in the Mafia, the only way out is death. Given one last assignment, he must protect Arabella Rodriguez, the heiress set to marry the Mafia’s Capo. But a reckless one-night stand turns into a deadly mistake when he discovers she’s the woman he’s sworn to protect… and completely off-limits. 💥 New characters. Twists. Emotion. Betrayal. Get ready for something intense. 🚨 The first five chapters are already up! 🚨 I can’t wait to hear your thoughts, theories, and predictions, drop them in the comments! Let’s embark on another adventure together. Moon