Mafia 3 Underbosses Novels & Stories

Leo's voice was heavier than I'd ever heard it. "The Costello brothers are bad news. Both of them. I'll start with the younger one, Dante. On the surface, he's the family's Underboss, handling all the 'clean' businesses and Whirl Street investments. But in reality, he's the one running their overseas money laundering. He's darker than anyone realizes.

Godfather said. Cheetah smiled, fixing her hair. "The newest underboss for our clan will be.." Cheetah smiled triumphantly and took a step forward but was frozen on her spot when she heard Godfather's next word "The newest underboss for our clan will be... Viper" Godfather declared. Viper who was looking completely uninterested immediately looked at Godfather in shock "What?" He muttered "What!!!!!" Cheetah exclaimed loudly

) Another man yelled from the other end of the table. “It was the Irish mob” A lady that looked Chinese to me walks in on a black suit through the now open entrance doors . Finally another woman asides me in this huge house. The sound of her heel echoed as she walked to the don and dropped files on his desk. “The Irish mob planted a guard in the New York cosa Nostra to learn secrets about the business since the don has refused to merge ,and the guard was killed . The revenge plan was to kill he’s girlfriend and take Mr Adams hostage until the don agrees to merge business or handover …or so we figured”

Jackson praised, his voice filled with a hint of suspicion too. "I am in the Mafia, that's why. A lot of people don't know about that, but you all should know that I work with and have connections in the underworld. I myself am a renowned member of the Mafia and a skilled fighter.”

Twenty-five is still young, is he on crack? Instead of replying, I roll my head onto the couch and shut my eyes. I can't deal with his crap right now. He's always been like this-forcing me into shit I don't want to do. "Life is short, son, especially if you're in the mafia. You'll need heirs by thirty, at the most." He stops before speaking again, hoping this last sentence would make me want to marry some random girl. "And, it'll be a good alliance."

“You have no idea who the fuck you are talking to right now. I ought to whip you until you bleed for this disobedient and disrespectful outburst.” Her eyes widened and her mouth went dry as it hung open. Not at his threats but rather the vclaim that he made—his words echoing in her mind. The mafia king? As in the leader of the vicious MMM group from Karachi? Never in a million years had Anissa thought that she would be facing the leader of the most powerful mafia in the country. The identity of the leader of the mafia was kept hidden from the public but his malicious and merciless killings and acts were infamous throughout the country. Anissa wasn’t that much of a news person or a socialite

Respect for Andrei extended not only to his followers but even to his most bitter enemies, who recognized his power and ability to maintain control in a city filled with rivalries and unbridled ambitions. From that night on, Andrei Borisov's name resonated even more strongly in the dark corridors of the criminal underworld. His coldness and cruelty became legends, and his shadow extended beyond the walls of his gothic mansion, reminding everyone that he was the most feared and respected mafioso in the country. ** Andrei Borisov's reputation as the most feared mafioso in the country was solid. His fortress was a place where loyalty was rewarded and betrayal was ruthlessly punished. His men kn

Peace probably washed its hands of me long ago, precisely around the time I held a knife to a man's heart and stabbed him it. "I'm hoping all these girls are hired," Maurizio's voice interrupted my thoughts. I looked back at him, Maurizio Enrico Caruso is the Underboss. Stories of his brutality are so famous almost everyone behind his back calls him mostro. "Of course they are. I don't work without rules Maurizio." He took a sip raising a brow in understanding. "I know, but you see Nicolas men like us has tendencies to do what destroys us." My gaze went again to him to find her, only to find her standing too close between two men. Fuck this. "Enjoy the party," I said before going to get her.

I can't get that out of my system. The streets are littered with weapons and corpses. The Italian mafias have allied with me, and they're taking down every Corelia business. Spain is my domain, and they're the prey; they have no way out, and I'm the boss of the board, waiting to perform the checkmate. The Bratva is hunting every Russian working for Aleksandr, and the Cali Cartel, led by Manolo, annihilates every partner working for them. Mum continues to move our shipments and manage our business, while Uncle Christopher is in charge of the organization.

Rather I answered the mails I left unseen in the early morning, had an online meeting with a client who was in need of some weapons and agreed to meet my brothers from 'Unholy Allies' for our monthly meeting. Few years ago I created an alliance with some other mafia bosses, both human and werewolf, to maintain peace in our world. Surprisingly, the alliance has turned more into a relationship. We are brothers. There's Conor, the head of the Irish Mafia. Xan from the Greek Syndicate. Evan, the capo of the Italian Mafia. And lastly Zach, the boss of the New York Mafia organization, who joined us a few months ago. Then there's me, the head of our alliance and the boss of the Bratva.