Mafia 3 Underbosses Novels & Stories

If he just left his mafia then it would've been so easy for Serrano to kill his whole family because of no security. Once a mafia, was always a mafia. He has killed a lot of bastards. Didn't she know they would come to kill him and his family as soon as they knew he was playing a normal man and left his empire behind. It wasn't that easy, perhaps it wasn't even possible. She didn't know the cruelty of this world but he did. The more powerful you are the better because the weak ones were nothing more than a pawn in this world. She has hurt him for three fucking years. Every day he prayed. He didn't know to whom he was praying but he prayed for the safety of her and Chase.

She looked at the maid with a kind weak smile . “You can call me Setenta, Madam." Setenta replied, causing Ana Sophia to scrunch her brows. “Sententa, the number 70?” Ana Sophia asked, and Sententa, seeing the look in Sophia’s face, avoided her gaze. Reading Sententa’s body language, Sophia immediately kept quiet; she immediately remembered that most Mafia families are involved in human trafficking. They don't hire servants; they buy slaves and give them names according to the number of servants they have. A normal person that grew up in the mafia would not be surprised by this.

On the other hand, Serena is loyal to a fault - it helps that she’s my Consigliere. We leave the basement, and I remind Dario to get a cleaner for the snitch before walking towards my bedroom. Tonight, there would be a meeting with Italy's top 3 mafia leaders and a crime boss from Greece. These meetings no longer made me nervous, knowing that these men all wanted to see me fail. I don’t know how I kept it together all this time, but as I step into my bedroom, the reason runs towards me.

They stalked the halls, cleared the rooms, and gunned down anyone who dared stand in their way. Finally, they reached the heart of the mansion: Lorenzo's throne room. The rival mafia boss sat on his throne, a scowl on his face. Rafael and Alexander aimed their guns at Lorenzo. "It's over," Rafael said, his voice cold and deadly. Lorenzo sneered, his eyes calm; he was not afraid. With a nod, Rafael gave the signal, and his men moved forward, surrounding Lorenzo. The rival boss was captured, and his reign of terror ended.

My voice came out shaky and thin. Volk was one of Ilya’s men. He was practically a giant with albinism and grey eyes. Ilya Vasilyev was a ruthless Russian Mafia Don who just took over his father’s position when Nikolae deteriorated from cancer. How did I end up working with the Russian Bratva? It was a long story, but to make the story short. About a couple of years ago, I found out my biological father, Francesco Giordani, was an Italian Mafia boss. My brother Tomas was murdered, so I attended his funeral. That was how I figured out that people around me were not normal. They carried guns, probably even in their sleep. They were intense. It didn’t have to take rocket science to figure out w

It was clearly an invitation to spike him, a dare if one must say, too much of a leer coincidence right after he was shot after a bust deal with his manufacturers. The three wolves represented the three most powerful mafia families in the underground—The Maldovs, The Giannis and The Bedlams. Three different families and three different turfs, with the Maldov family garnering the widest cut of the territory….that until someone decided to poke the bear and mess with his shipment, making an offer to his suppliers and getting a bullet stuck in his body.

Vince for a few years now and I knew when something important came up or not. “Listen up,” Mr. Vince said, his eyes scanning the room. “We’ve got a new assignment for Ethan. This is a priority. The government has made it clear that we need to eliminate a major threat, Dante Santoro.” I tried to remember where I heard the name from. Dante Santoro. I had heard rumors about him, but I knew better than to get involved in the mafia’s underworld, especially not the kind of mafia lord Santoro was. He was a well-known figure in Italy, a man who didn’t just control territory, he controlled fear. His reputation was so brutal that even the authorities had started to notice.

Wilson. Daniel and I were childhood sweethearts, forged in blood and fire. Though it was an arranged marriage for the sake of our families, our bond had been sealed in the heat of countless shootouts. We were, by all accounts, a loving couple. I almost bled to death giving birth to Alice. Daniel, this cold, ruthless Mafia Underboss, had held my blood-soaked hand and wept, his voice cracking. "Baby, we're not having any more kids. The only thing I'm afraid of is losing you. Nothing else matters…"

“No, of course not. I’d never question you.” “Good.” Landon walks past, throwing me one last glance before leaving. What was that? Roberto is the underboss of the Italian mafia. He has every right to question Landonunless… unless LandonVolkov outranks him. Impossible. If Landon were involved with the Italians, I’d know. My father hosts galas annually; I’m familiar with everyone in the underworld. Except Landon. So who is he? Once Landon is out of sight, Roberto grips my arm tightly. “I don’t want to see you near him again. Capsiche?”

Sage explained. The cobra clan is ruled by Mr Cobra himself, one of the biggest mafia clans of all in the whole of Mexico and also has a fair amount of enemies trying to steal from them and take over. "Then we have to start getting ready, text me their location!" Haunter stood up from his couch. "Alright Haunter" "It's underboss, call me with respect!" He cut her off and she gave him a thick glare before scoffing inwardly and correcting herself. "Understood underboss".