Mafia Boss Style Novels & Stories

"Don't worry, you'll have your taste of revenge later. The Big Boss had no interest in any women. He is here for pure business, nothing else. Even if you throw him a bunch of naked women, he will not take interest in any of them." The Mafia boss said assuredly and glance at the maiden who was now start twitching and eyes were tightly closed. By then, the massive door of the room opened and there appeared an incredibly striking tall well-built man oozing an aura of unreality and mystery that anyone in the room bowed altogether in submission. The feared Mafia Lord of all, known for his appalling carnage and desire for bloodshed who annihilated his enemy from the surface in just one flick of hi

“Vincenzo Calderone. Do you know him?” My father’s brows pulled together, confusion flickering across his face. “No.” Disappointment settled in my chest, but I wasn’t ready to drop it. “He’s a Mafia boss. Mid-forties, dark hair going gray at the edges. Always in tailored suits, the kind that makes you feel like he owns everything in the room. His eyes…” I trailed off, recalling the sharp glint of intelligence and quiet menace in them. “They’re the kind that never miss a thing. Cold and calculating.”

“-This isn’t about images-!” “-This is the fucking Mafia!” Sofia retaliated. “This isn’t some corporate business, nor is it some fucking trash book that you think you can get away with this shit! This is a Mafia, you are a Regnante and a Romanov and in the Mafia, it is all about the image you put up. You can have one of strength, of diplomacy, of pride, or you can have an image of internal strife. But in the end, the Mafia Boss must do something to ensure the safety of all those hundred under him, even if he has to sacrifice his own brother,” “What’s your point?” Marco crossed his arms over his chest, his jaw clenching. “Salvatore would never hurt me,”

Marcus Ruvia just continued his exit from the abandoned building as if he didn't hear anything. Marcus Ruvia was known for being a ruthless, dominant, and powerful young boss of the mafia in the human world. He is very tall and muscular. His delicate features and obsidian eyes made him look mysterious and aloof. His aura imposed that no one should try to mess up with him or else they had their own death wishes.

And I saw the figure of a very handsome man, he looks older than my age but doesn't seem too far from our age gap. He's really handsome and very masculine, a mix of the Italian and Greek faces that my boss had previously told me about. He has extraordinary charisma and is handsome, but he also has an aura of terrifying cruelty. The handsome man also looks very angry at me, he holds my face tightly and makes me very scared. "I'm Riccardo Palermo! I'm the leader of the Palermo mafia and no one is allowed to enter our area! Or you will end up dying after this, for having dared to enter my territory!"

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

My mother sat beside me, her eyes fixed on her husband. “The Bratva is getting stronger. They’ve allied with the Greeks and are trying to claim our territories. They’re growing bolder every day. We’re lucky to have so much prestige and to be at a truce with the Camorra and the 'Ndrangheta, but we can’t ignore the threat the Russians pose anymore.” I nodded silently, still confused about why he had called me here for this, since, according to him, women had no business knowing about mafia affairs.

My mind had been running all night, thinking about Bella, and how I could make things right with her without hurting her. I stepped into the kitchen and made myself a quick cup of black coffee with no milk and sugar. The bitterness felt right. Just as I sat down at the table, my phone buzzed again. It was a message, it was from Rico. "Turn on the news. We're trending." I grabbed the remote and flicked on the TV. It was already on one of the local channels. And there it was. Big bold letters flashing across the screen: "BREAKING: Billionaire Aurora Moore Linked to Mafia Money Laundering Scandal."

He said, taking a few steps backwards, “I'll return when your boss is around, just come for business!” He said as he lifted up his hands playfully in the air and then walked away. Seeing his full look, he was more like a gang leader or a gangster than a gentleman and I couldn't help but wonder what Angel got to do with such a person. But then again, it's none of my business, he was a mafia's boss afterall, what other kind of people would he associate with.

L U C A C R O V E T T O I Stood outside the door of the imperial suite with three of my men, my fist still clenched from the force of my knock, the manager's nervous whisper still lingered in my ear “she said she's not interested, please forgive her” He knew better, he had to plead on her behalf But I wasn't there to make a scene , I was here to get what I want. And what I wanted was that suite. Just a little escape from “ a human tragedy” the daughter of a rival mafia family “ the Barralis”