Mafia Boss Background Novels & Stories

Mia said silently as the club was starting to get filled up. I looked puzzled what did she mean by the boss world, is it because he owns a strip club, I must have said that aloud because Mia responded “Ohh wait, you don't know” she said I looked at her, still puzzled “know what” “The boss is The Ares Valentino” I still looked at her with the same expression, like girl how do you expect me to know who that is, is he a celebrity or what. She face palmed herself for the second time tonight and said “I can't believe you don't know him, he is a Mafia boss who is feared and known in the country, with a body like that of a Greek god, one I could definitely eat up….”

He walked off to his previous sitting position. A man stood up to volunteer himself for the job. Boss was the number one mafia lord ruling in both New York and Las Vegas. His identity was unknown as he will always put on a mask. Every one of the people present in the meeting was one-way help by the boss. The boss found them at the brink of death, nurtured, fed them, and gives them life by empowering them with monies and company. His name rang in every household in New York, every trace to get to him was futile. He is a very skilled man who never leaves any traces unless he chooses to kill his predator.

“Says someone who was fantasizing about a mafia don.” Jane blinked rapidly. “Mafia don?!” Carla shrugged. “Mafia don, mafia lord—whichever you call it,” she grunted, tapping her phone. “Why isn’t Inspector Rosaline picking up?” “Hey, Carla, look at me. You mean he’s a mafia?” Carla nodded. “Couldn’t you tell? From the way he talks, the tattoo, the gun? Who else carries a gun and stares people down without fear?” Jane scrunched her face. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner? Oh my God, you just made me miss my soulmate.” She glared at Carla.

“I think you and I both know there’s no running away from this. You can make it easy, or you can make it difficult. Your choice.” She squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to give in, not wanting to admit that her options were narrowing down so quickly. She had been backed into a corner for too long, and now it was time to face the reality of her situation. There was no escape from him. There never had been. “You really think you’re in control, don’t you?” she shot back, her voice more confident than she felt. “You think because you’re some mafia boss or whatever that you’re untouchable? That I’ll just roll over and do whatever you want?”

“I don’t know. I kept the papers safe. I don’t know how they got out.” “We trusted you,” the masked man said, tapping the frame with his barrel. “That’s why we chose your idea over Astor’s.” My mother lifted her face, her hands clasped together. “Please,” she sobbed. “Don’t do this.” “I wish I could believe you but Astor Giovanni came with proof of your betrayal.” He responded “I’m sorry,” the man said quietly. “But someone has to pay.” I squeezed my eyes shut. “Please….” The first gunshot tore through the house.

“You fucking killed Angelo! Why? What did he do that was so bad, Knight? Why did you kill him?” “I didn’t kill him, goddamn it!” I barked, not able to take it anymore. “I didn’t fucking kill him, Aria!” I stared at her tear-filled eyes. “Yes… I’m a mafia boss. I kill people for a living. I don’t bat an eye when I do it too—but I never killed Angelo,” I breathed as I reached out to wipe her cheeks. She flinched lightly, but I ignored it, wiping her tears away. "He’s alive," I breathed.

The mafia side built empires on the things those systems couldn't see. By 7:45 I was in the Maybach again, heading to the Bronx warehouse. Marco drove silent. I scrolled messages ,rival moves in Queens, a shipment delay in Jersey, a name I hadn't heard in years Enzo Bianchi surfacing in whispers.I closed the tablet. Some ghosts you didn't chase. You waited for them to come to you.Warehouse district smelled of rust and salt water. Luca waited outside the loading dock, cigarette between his fingers."Boss," he said, falling in step. "Everything's accounted for. No leaks.""Good."Inside crates stacked high, men in black jackets unloading discreetly. I walked the rows, checking seals. One crate h

I barked as soon as Mattias let him in. Guoto hurried to kneel in front of me,begging incessantly “Please spare my life.It’s been nothing but hell for me” “Mattias.Take him out…” “Wait!!!I have some information about the Gambinos .I promise you would love hearing this one” “Let him go.Speak” “The Gambinos is a mafia group ruled by Boss Pablo,and Italian descent.Much to my knowledge,he has a family..” My left eye twitched and I held up a finger to shut him up

"You are assigned to Ms. Reed. Your only job is her safety. You do not leave her side. You anticipate danger. You clear every room. You are her shadow." Kaela gave a single, sharp nod. "Understood." Alexandra watched this. Her arms were wrapped tightly around herself. "Who is Carlo Marchetti?" Liam walked to the kitchen island. He poured two fingers of whiskey and drank it in one swallow. The burn grounded him. He turned to face her. "He is a relic. He is my father's contemporary. He runs his business the old way-drugs, extortion, human trafficking. He believes in fear. He believes in blood feuds. He believes in sending messages through bedroom windows."

"Lena promises me you will not freak out when I tell you about their family background, don't get me wrong they are the nicest people I've ever known very kind and humble but they are the mafia family that rules almost every country. What do you mean by they are mafia? Mr Andriano is the mafia King and your boss is also a mafia boss he is not only a CEO and they all have a higher rank in the mafia, Even your friend Annie is a Mafia princess and she is not simple as you see her be her mum and I use to be close friends back in school, we got separated due to the marital problems I had, in the past." I thoughts mafias are not real, I have read a couple of their stories about them and I thought