Mafia Boss Novels & Stories

Everyone in the city knew the name, so he was expecting his grandson to know it too. Josh took a moment to think about it. He had indeed heard the name before, it was a name that was always on the news, so it was hard for Josh to miss it. Giovanni De La Cruz,was not just any name. It represented one of the most powerful and influential Mafia bosses in the country. Giovanni controlled vast territories and businesses, from legitimate enterprises to more shadowy operations. He was known for his ruthless tactics and the web of connections that allowed him to maintain his grip on power.

“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.

he said with an ironic chuckle. "What were you prepared for exactly?" I asked curiously. "For being chased by another mafia gang." "So you are in the mafia then?" I asked. Since Elian was already telling and there was nothing else that could risk my life more than it was now, I might as well just know a little bit more about him. "Not just in it, but I'm the leader." I gasped. "For real?" He nodded. I tried to digest the information. So… my boss was in the mafia? No, just in it. He was the leader of a mafia gang. Wow.

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 on the other hand, I also felt worried about what he said earlier. “Farah, my work always involves something scary.” I had suspected this, but for now, I held back from responding because I wanted to hear everything he was hiding. He looked at me as if trying to strengthen himself before speaking again. “Boss Michael and I come from a very famous mafia group. The Noctis; Boss Michael is the leader.” Hearing this made me freeze instantly; my mind went blank because I didn’t know what to say. All this time, I had known that the mafia were terrifying criminals, involved in dangerous and tense lives. It was no wonder Diego got injured.

"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."

I interrupted firmly. Dad sighed before speaking with unmistakable relief, “Good. Your mother and I never thought that the underboss was reliable to begin with. He’s just a mid-level leader, yet so arrogant. If you didn’t know better, you’d think he was the Don.” Then, he continued, “Do you remember Julian Rossi? The mafia boss based in Florence, Italy?” My phone buzzed as he sent me a photo. The man in it was tall and striking, with sharp features and an imposing presence.

"Andra, don't forget this. I am a Mafia boss in our place, and now my enemies have reached here." At this point, I could no longer speak, and I couldn't believe that my godfather and the person I love is actually a Mafia boss. "Get down!" he said loudly. Even though I was stunned, I immediately ducked down, but my eyes widened because on our side, right in my direction, they were forcefully trying to ram us. Due to the heavy impact, our car was shaking. I looked at godfather because even with what was happening to us, I couldn't see any trace of panic in his facial expression. He remained calm. Until he aimed at the tire of the

"This is Javier Pérez, the Columbian Mafia leader." Javier. The man she was looking at. He's not as old as the other men here. Maybe in his mid thirties. It seemed like he hadn't payed much attention to her until the introduction. His eyes checked her out quickly before they exchanged a handshake, both aware of the attraction to one another. My father continues, "Next is Conan Fitzgerald, the Irish Mob boss. Boris Kolev rules in Bulgaria, and Simon Kaminski is the leader of the Polish Pruszków mafia."

Bernard was beside me as well, not behaving like the pussy I had thought he was. The gangsters finally alighted from the six cars and I knew their boss was present at that moment I couldn't wait to meet him since no one dared to stop me and if the boss ended up being someone lower in rank than me the mafia world, I would waste my sweet million Euro bullet into his hand. One of the gangsters opened the car and I expected their boss to alight from the car which he finally did. I stopped my stern gaze at the gangster boys as I watched the leader who seemed to be in his early fifties, he took off his sunglasses and I recognized him at once.