Mafia Bloodline Novels & Stories

He extended his arm while showing the red mark from her hit. Clara rolled her eyes, "Can you be a little more serious? Something bad is happening, and you're still worried about your reddened arm?" "Come on, the mission is well planned, and I know exactly what to do there. I won't attack Liam and his troops in Canada. In fact, I'm not tasked with attacking ElWagner's headquarters because Rafael has arranged a team from a mafia network led by Mikael Williams." "Who is Mikael Williams?" Clara furrowed her brow upon encountering another unfamiliar name in Lucas's story.

“So you think he changed his mind because of your father?” I snorted. “Have you met Marcus Easter? He’s Satan’s spawn. If you haven’t met him, I’d stay away. He’s a curse that you’ll never get rid of, no matter how much you try to shake him. He’s like lint that’s immune to a lint roller.” I shuddered at the magnitude of truth there. I’d never be done with my father’s shittiness in life. “Uh. Yeah.” Detective Monteyo scribbled one last thing before putting his pad away. “Want to explain why a businessman with prominent and known Mafia ties is standing behind you right now?”

I stepped forward and bowed my head slightly. “We are gathered here today for the union of this couple,” the priest began. “If anyone has a reason to object to this marriage, let them speak now.” There was total silence after that, and I concluded no one objected to our union, not that anyone could. My father was the Don of the American mafia while Dylan's father was the Don of the Italian Mafia, our wedding was not an ordinary union, it was a blood pact, meant to pay back a debt that my family owed to Dylan's family more than a hundred years ago an—

Kai Pov It's been six months since Ian and I found out that we share the same mate. First, I join him to kill him but what am I doing is opposite, I made him strong, undefeatable, and king. Yep, as he asked for he became king of Mafia gangs all over the world except an old Mafia bloodline in Russia called 'BLOOD'. There are many rumors that gang leader and many in the gang were vampires.

When the red haze of fury finally cleared, I found myself standing over Helena's prone form, my hands sticky with blood. The warehouse had fallen silent, the fight over. But the real battle, I realized as I turned to face Aliyah's shocked gaze, was just beginning. Aliyah Sundane The world had tilted on its axis, everything I thought I knew crumbling around me. Alessandro, my Alessandro, was standing before me, his hands dripping with blood, his eyes wild with a fury I'd never seen before. Mafia. The word echoed in my mind, alongside the images from the folder Helena had shown me. Newspaper clippings of gang violence, photos of Alessandro with known criminals, documents detailing illegal oper

Bria shouts. "Mia is not poor. She is wealthy. She made the Costa family the second most influential family in the Italian Mafia. Now go back to your parents and run your family business. Your father is getting old and will need his heir to run his business soon," I say. Bria looks at me with puppy dog eyes. It may work with her older lovers, but it does not work on me.

“You’re completely out of your damn mind, Eric. My father wiped out the Vengas clan years ago—every last person. They’re gone and finished, Eric. Are you actually trying to mess with my head now?” Eric shook his head slowly, his smirk cold and unmoving. “You and Enzo are both entirely blind to the truth,” he said confidently. “Your father missed just one person. I’m telling you the truth, that kid’s got Vengas blood flowing through his veins. You remember what they do—they can steal a wolf’s power with a single touch. Do you truly want that kind of deadly threat running around freely in your pack, Alpha?”

Chiara Moretti Alessandro stared down at me, his jaw tight. "You say that now," he said, and took a step toward me. "But you do not understand what you are asking for, Chiara. The mafia world is not a boardroom. It is not about signing papers or making smart investments. It is a world built on blood, loyalty, and extreme violence. It is filled with people who will not hesitate to cut your throat just to send a message."

I was shattered and assumed it could not get any worse, but I was wrong. On my eighteenth birthday, my father and I had a fight. I had expected him to be home for my birthday, but he could not. I was tired of being surrounded by people who despised me, so I drank for the first time. I was turning eighteen, after all. I reminded myself. The next morning, I awoke in my bed with no idea how I got there, but that was not the worst. The worst part was that I was naked and no longer felt like a virgin. I tried but could not recall the previous night's events. I only remembered sitting and talking with Logan, who had surprised me earlier in the night by offering me a drink. Logan Grey was the son o

I never thought it had anything to do with Maliyla, but the more I thought about it, the more it made sense; all the bad shit started happening right after she left. It wasn't until I started researching her bloodline that I found the most interesting thing about her. Until that moment, I did not know that a bloodline like hers existed, and I was sure that her parents didn't know. However, it now made sense why her father was such a skilled fighter and why everything started falling apart after she was gone. Maliyla came from the Odulf bloodline. As a result of having a member of the bloodline in the pack, it was said that all aspects of the pack would flourish. Although the books didn't hav