Mafia Bloodline Novels & Stories

Back in El Tricolor, there's a rule: If I don't get married by thirty, I have to go back and marry the woman my father arranged for me. When my girlfriend, Stella Ross, heard this, her face filled with complete disdain. "Arranged marriage? Is your home in some remote tribe? Or are you stuck in the Middle Ages? Alan, quit with these pathetic excuses to force a marriage!" She let out a mocking laugh and pulled out a ring. "I was actually planning to accept your proposal and even bought us a pair of rings. But since you're so desperate, I think we both need some space to cool off." With that, she tossed the ring straight to her assistant, Ethan Parker. The marriage I had waited years for w

Then Phil leaned both hands against the table slightly and looked directly at her. “That mark,” he said carefully, “is not just a symbol.” Rachel listened closely now. “It is proof.” “Proof of what?” she asked immediately. Ralph answered this time. “Proof of bloodline.” Rachel frowned deeper. Dominic remained silent beside her, allowing them to continue. Ron finally stepped fully forward now. “Years ago,” he began calmly, “there were two ruling mafia clans powerful enough to control almost every underground operation across several countries.” Rachel’s expression slowly shifted. Phil continued where he stopped. “One clan believed in control through fear.”

They experienced the same fate that they had never thought of before. And all of this was because of the Blood mafia. Cylo and Ivo already knew that dealing with mafia groups was a very risky endeavor. However, they did not expect that the mafia would target their families and homes. So, they could not accept this, and in response, they would try to take revenge on the Blood mafia group.

As the car pulled into the Crowne Mansion, Isabella’s mind was a storm of fear. Everything finally clicked: the secret passages, the effortless way Tavian had committed murder without a flicker of remorse, the constant wall of bodyguards. She was married to the head of the country’s most powerful Mafia family.

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.

“It’s the reason I left, Zia. I couldn’t bear to see you cry when I could ease it away so easily. But there’s a bigger enemy we had to take down. With Nadia and Tiago hidden from our enemies’ eyes, the mafia is stronger now.” I chewed on my lip, urging myself to ask one question at a time. Even if I don’t want to be in the mafia, I know I won’t be able to get out. I’m born a Walker. The mafia blood runs through my veins. “Will you tell me more?” Xavier’s eyes roamed all over my face. “You want to know more about the mafia?” “There’s no evading my fate,” I sighed. “I tried and pretended that I could, and look where that got me?”

"I had been his favourite, but he chose to treat me in such a manner. Like a common criminal. That was what I foolishly thought. When we got home, everyone was already at our home, waiting for me to return. Nonno had walked up to me and given me such a resounding slap that made every other person flinch. After which he told me that as discipline, I was going to leave for a military training academy at Miami. His punishment wasn't sending me to the military academy. Moreover, I had always been Alexander's spare." "How do you mean?" I asked in confusion. "I mean that, Alexander was originally the mafia heir. I never was." "Really?" That was suprising. There were really a lot I didn't know. "Ye

Although Sheril didn't believe her words, she smiled at her as she nodded. “ Ma'am....why don't you relax yourself and watch something. I'll prepare some coffee for you” Sheril offered to which Saanvi nodded. She sat on the couch throwing her head back on the headrest, she took the remote and turned it on. She didn't care which channel was playing, she had no mood to watch the TV. She agreed to it because Sheril asked her to do so. “ BREAKING NEWS.... The great Mafia gang, Pheonix has completed their another hunt. A corpse was found three days ago and it has been identified has Mr. Nick Pagett, who was involved in drug mafia.” the anchor read the news formally.

My hands trembled slightly as I picked up one of the documents, my eyes widening in disbelief as I read. They were filled with a name, called “Crow Cartel” and the books belonged to the name. It detailed their illicit activities and connections. I soon realised it was a Mafia organisation. But what made my blood run cold was the realisation that my mother's family were the original founders of this notorious mob. The truth hit me with a force I could hardly comprehend - my own blood was tainted with darkness. Damn! I quickly snapped out of my thoughts, focusing on the present. And then another name popped up, ‘Blake Crow’. Wait a minute, the name was so familiar. Could it be?

Her eyes were set on the person that I pointed at. "Oh." She turned to me, raising my eyebrows, "That's Ares Young." "Ares Young?" "Yeah. He's a billionaire, and he owns the White Claws team. Rumors said that he killed people before and got away with it." My eyes were about to pop out of its socket hearing it. My lungs suddenly decided to betray me by not letting me breathe properly. "We were warned not to mess with him before, and he's bad news." Too late, Jaz.