Mafia Boss Background Novels & Stories

They had known him for years, Carlos and Charles even when they were children, and they had never seen him at his weakest point. Even at his parent's funeral, they didn't see him cry. Of course not. He was the boss of their family, even if he wasn't technically their name, he was their boss. The leader of one of the most powerful mafias in X city. He is ruthless and heartless. So no, Michel didn't cry. But right now, he's breaking. He doesn't care that his people are watching. All his focus is on Fanny. They watched him as the first tears began to flow, rolling down his face as he shook the weak girl back and forth, his arms tightening around hers.

I can still remember how little Dominic held her leg begging her not to leave but she left us and never came back, I was left with little Dominic alone, I was sad and broken beyond repair, I didn't know where to start from, but I promise my little Dominic that I was not going to remarry, I will raise him alone and be his father and the mother he never had, at first I didn't know where to start from but I was determined to work hard and give my son a good life, I don't want him to be weak like me when he grows up, most especially I don't want him to meet a woman like his mother, I don't want him to make the same mistake that I made, And that was when I met my boss, he introduced me to the maf

I couldn't help but wonder about the violent past that had marked him with such an ugly scar. I wasn't naive; everyone knew of the Reapers Ring, a notorious Mafia gang masquerading as a tech company in the New York City’s shadows. They had law enforcement in their pocket, making them virtually untouchable. The identity of their enigmatic boss was shrouded in secrecy, known only by the name Lorenzo McLaren, the feared Mafia Lord. Rumors about him filled the city, tales of unspeakable horrors and the brutal path he took to attain his position of unchallenged power. Even the city's Mayor groveled at his feet like a dog. The only recognizable figure affiliated with this dark underworld was Giova

Not necessarily a good one, but a name nonetheless. He met Nic's mom, Marianna, at a local dance one night and the two became inseparable. They ended up having five children, while Nicolas's business grew from a smelly fish place, to his first restaurant, which was funded by crooked cops who came to conduct business with drug and weapons runners. Nicolas would turn a blind eye, and in return favor they would give him money and turn their heads away from his illegal numbers business. It was a perfect arrangement that worked well over the years.

I have to find a way without them knowing my plans. No one in this family knows about Xynthea. Of course, I kept her away from them. I don't want her to be tangled with that cruel bastard and witch. After all, she is the only person I have and I trust her so much. I met her three years ago and I saved her from drunkard oldmans. After that, we became close until we became best of friends. But one thing she didn't know. That I came from the Mafia family and I, myself, is a Mafia.

Even though I know him, I'm still embarrassed and ashamed because I'm only now going to do something like this. Just then he suddenly pulled me and I was forced to sit on his thigh. I even screamed because I didn't expect him to do that. "So now listen to me. You have to read this forty pages paper. What is written here is how the Cosmians started to become the Mafia. You will know who is the very first Mafia Boss in our family until you get to Cronus. The Mafia Boss who rules our family now." "Then you will be the next Mafia Boss right?" I asked.

Family: Raphael Lockwood (father) Alex (mother deceased) , Michael Lockwood (younger half brother), Amelia Wood (younger sister) Friends: Jason Moore (best friend) ******* Meet Gabriel Lockwood ******* My name is Gabriel Lockwood but everyone calls me Gabe. In the mafia world, I am known as The Heir. That’s all because of my father. Raphael Lockwood. I took over the Italian mafia in New York City around two years ago. Father decided to step down and I took over. My sister is the leader of the British Mafia in New York while Michael decided he doesn’t want anything to do with this business. He is the CEO of Lockwood enterprises and he is doing really well for himself.

"Yes, I still want to hear from her. Or from the people that we paid to watch her, let them report to me every day and report to me everything that she does with her family or her friends. I wanted to know what she does and who she meets. It will only stop when I say it's over." Donte shook his head but did not say anything against it. He is here to support me as the leader of the mafia. It took me years of training to become strong enough physically and emotionally for the "family". He knows that I have thoroughly thought of every move and every decision that I make for us. I have increased the wealth of the mafia tenfold starting with my leadership and right after Giovanni has passed. "Wh

“They’re brothers. Mafia in Sicily. The head honcho, Aamon De Luca, their dad, was killed.” My mind keeps drifting back to something I caught on TV a while back in Sierra’s office. She seemed to know the brothers and had a soft spot for one of them. I squint, trying to recall her exact words. She was pretty specific, like there was more beneath the surface. I thought about digging deeper then, but it didn’t seem relevant to either of my jobs. “The organization is falling apart. Nolan and Flint are on the brink of a full-blown war.” “And?” How well does Sierra really know these guys? Sometimes, the ties between people run deeper than they look.

Salvatore stood over him with a cigar in hand, his face calm as usual, like there wasn’t a battered man at his feet. My gut twisted, my mind flashing to that bathroom scene again. The bloodied guy, the shattered peeing bowls, Salvatore’s fists… The same vibe and, the same chill. Paul leaned in. “He’s a mafia boss, Miguel. Feared as hell. Ruthless. He runs the underground, and nobody crosses him.” I stared at the photo, my mouth dry. “Mafia?” “Yeah." Paul nodded. “He’s got bodies behind him, cash everywhere, and a rep that keeps people quiet. You need to run, Miguel, far away from this guy.”