Mafia Boss Novels & Stories

His voice was icy as the snowdrops during winter. I shook my head. I didn't. I didn't know that he was Capo Dante, the ruthless Mafia Lord who'd end a life, with just a single order. I didn't know that he was the Capo of the most powerful 'Ndrangheta in Italy. I didn't. “I am a Mafia boss, Grenade. I could kill you right now, and no one would care. And don't you ever try to negotiate with me.” He drawled slowly, his tone ominous.

But I didn’t. Vector may have pulled the trigger, but the puppeteer behind him was another man. Vladimir Perazzo. The boss of the biggest mafia organization ever known. And I intend to exact my vengeance by making his death the most brutal one imaginable.

Kira spoke in the same careless tone. “And he is one of the biggest mafia bosses of the world… every single criminal organization that runs through the continent – drugs, guns, theft, every damn thing, is owned by him,” Taron finished. And he was pleased to see that finally Kira was shocked. Kira’s mouth hung open at these words. “Mafia boss?” Kira spoke in a whisper.

He’s not giving up. “No “ I respond . Taking another gulp of vodka and signaling for more. I can’t even believe I’m drinking this much . I usually don’t at all or stop at one glass. Well I guess when you have experienced what I have in this one month of working for my mafia boss you’d definitely have to clear your head with a glass or two. “Come on ….have some fun with me baby girl” the man said slipping his hand into my waist. I yanked it off my body . Whipping the droplet of vodka by the side of my mouth and pouring another myself ,as the bartender has left the entire bottle for me.

He hardly ever gets a rest, and that girl still gives him a pain in the ass," he added. My pupils drew more widely. The fact that he is linked with major organizations comes as a surprise to me because all along I had the impression that he was merely a CEO and a millionaire who owns a great deal of property, assets, and businesses. After overhearing Lorenzo refer to him as his big boss, it's possible that the presence of so many robotic bodyguards was the cause for this. Everything that was strange or unsettling is beginning to make more sense now. The moment he used the phrase "big boss," it was clear that he was a member of the mafia, right? Or, if that's not the case, he could be the bos

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne

It was obvious everyone was excited and startled to see the young man, but the man wasn't in the mood for all that. The young man was identified as Lorenzo Brown, who was one of the people dominating the country, and of course, he was the richest man in the country. He had power and authority, and even the government respected him. " Good evening Mr. Brown." " Hello, Mr. Brown." Lorenzo didn't even bat an eye, and he gave a curt nod to people, who greeted him. He adjusted his suit and lifted his gaze. He glanced around the cocktail party, that was happening with an indifferent face. He wasn't the type to socialize, but his coming here had a reason.

I listened intently, trying to understand the complexities of his empire. “As you know, I'm the most powerful and influential mafia lord in the city, not someone you fiddled with for any reason! I own and control more than half of the city! I always call the shots!” He disclosed, hitting his chest boastfully, basking in his pride. Irritated by his arrogance, glared at him and looked away. He still didn't stop. “I own the malls, the storehouses, the restaurants, the bars, the clubhouses, and other businesses! So many of them!” He continued, adding to my aggravation.

Just as the hammer was about to fall— "Put the gun down!" A commanding shout echoed. The basement doors burst open. Dozens of heavily armed mercenaries surrounded the room. An old man with white hair but eyes sharp as a hawk walked in, leaning on a cane. It was the Old Don of Cosa Nostra. My father. "Papa, you want to stop me?" I didn't turn around. The gun remained fixed on Sophia. "For two pieces of trash, you want to start a war with the entire Camorra?" The Old Don scoffed. "Drop the weapon. I have something more important to tell you."

From as early as she could remember, Moira Viscoli- the only child of Mario and Isabella Viscoli; had it hammered into her DNA that the Manzini name was synonymous with blood and the darkest evil imaginable. Her father had made it his parental duty to teach her never to get involved up with a Manzini man, particularly Angelo Manzini who had just taken over from his father as the boss of the mafia empire. He figured that Angelo, being young, rich and powerful; could easily lure young ignorant girls into his world of drugs, crime and every social vice conceivable.