Mafia Au Novels & Stories

Aurelio laughed. “Uh huh, sure!” his mom replied raising her two fingers in the air. She slowly nod her head with a smile “And my Grandpops, Mr Maynard..The boss, the CEO of Xithun organization. He is a Mob boss” he replied as her eyes went wide open. “A Mafia?!” she asked “Yep! Exactly, so I am such a wonderful son, I’ll be taking over the both of them except my mom’s business.. I don’t want that” he replied.

she asked Rafael, her voice low and husky. Rafael's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched. "They're a powerful mafia family from Spain," he replied, his voice dripping with caution. "They're looking to expand their business interests here, and they want to meet with me to discuss a potential partnership." Eva's eyes widened, her mind racing with the implications. "A partnership?" she repeated, her voice laced with skepticism. "What kind of business are they in?" Rafael's gaze flicked to Blaze, who was driving, before returning to Eva. "Let's just say they're interested in exploring new opportunities," he said, his voice vague.

There was a message on the screen. ‘Thank you for everything but I will finish it myself at SADE complex. I will explain everything there. Please…. do not hate me.’ “SADE complex, where is it?” George's face paled in realization. “She is in Alduro Lucas’ territory.” “Fuck.” ******** The cars whelled into the high society casino of Hell street. Famous for Glamour, High class Hockers and contraband drugs. The territorial headquarters of Alduro Lucas' Famila. In the Mafia, a mob like mine, consisting of loyal brothers is the peak of power but Andro’s familia is something else. All his brothers were from a line of his extended family. It wasn't a thing of royalty anymore, it is hard core family

I read through the plan he had sent me over and over again and I didn't know why I was surprised although I knew how the mafia ran their business in the first place. Luca's latest mission was to take out the Hills family. They weren't really popular on this side of the continent but it seemed they've gathered a lot of power than it seems on the outside and are now one of the A class families in their side of the continent. Their wealth came from different dark sources and Luca wanted them gone. Completely erased.

But I couldn’t stop now. Riccardo Moretti never needed to raise his voice to command respect. His presence alone did that. “I refuse to believe I raised such a stupid daughter,” he said evenly. “You still don’t get it? In this world, no one does what they want. Everyone does what they must.” “I know,” I replied quickly. “I know how the mafia works. Rules. Deals. Hierarchy. But—” “But nothing,” he interrupted again. “Everything has a price.”

I took courage and also strongly believed that Kaizer was not Kimora’s father. "Let's not talk about it. It's already late and I have meeting tomorrow with the Yashimoto's." Ycson nodded so I got up and followed Ycson out. I haven’t contacted West yet because he’s on Guam and someone went against him. Crawford VS Peruvian. The Peruvian is the second strongest Mafia Clan on Guam. While the Crawfords are leading because of the diligence and strength of West's father. Nelson Crawford. Across Guam Crawford is the most feared and dangerous of all. Even innocent people they do not spare and mercilessly kill.

'My name?' He asked with a shocked expression. 'Yes.' He frowned and looked me in the eyes. 'Giovanni, my name is Giovanni LaRosa.' I smiled to myself. It's long and sexy, just what I hoped for. 'Okay, uhmm...' I was thinking what question I could ask. 'Do you do illegal stuff?' I asked. 'Yes. I do.' He said. Jesus, that was easy.. I nodded my head and thought of the possible thing he did. Maybe he killed more than just my sister. Or he is into drugs. Or woman export. You never know. But I'm already screwed, so fuck it.

No one else would dare. I had escaped my father but I just basically went from frying pan to fire. Hakan was Scorpion, there was no doubt about it. I was in the arms of the deadliest and most feared mafia boss in the whole country and maybe further than that.

A true fallen angel is not afraid of darkness, but appreciates it, adores it, and enjoys it. In the same way that in Colombia they prepared an exclusive party, where there were guests of all kinds, exotic, eccentric, etc.. The important thing was that they had money and that they collaborated with the illicit association that Maria De La Cruz was trying to lead, and that was also growing and leaving in its wake the personalized Mexican brand. That party was very difficult for her, since there were faces, images that had done her wrong at some point, that were not friends at all, but she knew that world had to be extremely cold, and that was how little by little she was becoming a successful

She was being a damn brat, but this conversation wasn't over. "I don't have a real life? I'm just some criminal to you?" I said, half laughing at how absurd of an accusation that was. I had a family to protect, multiple business I ran and funded, I had responsibilities set in place from hundreds of years ago. This wasn't some gang of teenage thugs fighting over drug deals. We were Italian mafia, a code... maybe a little like a cult. "I'm just saying, we are two very different people. We don't belong in each other's world. And I don't want to be some girl you get off with, let along make a mistake we can't fix."