Mafia Brothers Novels & Stories

On Serena, that attitude was cute, but on Luca, it was irritating. Either way, it was the fastest way to get yourself killed, especially in my circle. Serena had no idea that her brother was right and that I was a criminal. I was born into it and was a fourth-generation mafia boss. I ran the U.S, my brother Nico ran Italy, Adrian was our money man, and Enzo was the enforcer and was in charge of security. If he was sent somewhere, it meant he was leaving a trail of bodies behind. We had other Capos running other branches.

The skin where the denim of his jeans had brushed against my fingers still burned. I clenched my fists, feeling anger and desire twist together in my gut. It wasn’t a surprise. I’d always known I was attracted to men. It was a secret I’d kept under lock and key, a weakness I could never afford in the mafia world, where the slightest hint of vulnerability could get you killed. But what drove me completely insane was that it had to be him. That arrogant, lying bastard who had played with my sister’s feelings. I unbuckled my belt with impatient hands and pulled down my zipper. I was painfully hard, my cock throbbing ever since I’d pinned Adrian’s wrists against the mattress.

I scrolled down and read every word, slowly, then read it all again to make sure I wasn't missing anything. His name was Antoine Duval. And he wasn't just some small-time dealer who hung around the back of strip clubs. According to the news, he was one of the biggest drug suppliers in the whole city. The police had been after him for years. He was a high-ranking member of a gang called Los Muertos, a group the article described as violent and dangerous, linked to shootings and disappearances all across the city. I stared at the screen. Los Muertos. The Dead.

“I did as you instructed, and I was able to identify him. It’s Don Antonio’s left hand lieutenant.” Cassian showed no surprise. He set his glass down with a quiet click, picked up the manila folder, and flipped it open. His pale silver eyes moved over the pages , taking in the evidence Luca had gathered. Indirect financial transactions through Swiss accounts. Tracked burner phone calls to rival families in the north. Secret meetings at midnight in Milan’s industrial sector. A slow, cruel smile pulled at the corner of Cassian’s lips as he reached the final page. “Interesting,” Cassian murmured, tossing the folder back onto the desk. “Turns out he is his most trusted capo. The old man has been

Summer "Who are the Marcini brothers, and what did I do to them?" I asked. "Well, they are the leaders of an Italian mafia organization," Amelia explained. "They're ruthless and don't forgive anyone. A few months ago, you scammed them, and they've been hunting you ever since." I rubbed my hand over my face, silently regretting everything I had done today. Maybe I should have been nicer to Ethan. If the Marcini brothers ever found their way here, this family wouldn't hesitate to throw me out of the estate to save themselves.

“Come back with me, Angelo. You are the rightful leader… the king of the mafia. Uncle Domenico left all of that to you. You dishonor it by cutting your connection from your true family. Are you insane? She is just an ordinary woman you accidentally met.” “She bears my children, Vassily. I am the father of our children. She and the lives inside her are my family. The mafia is still family but I want my own blood. This is something I wish for a long time. Respect that, fratello mio. We all know that I don’t deserve leading the mafia. Cara is.” I started to turn and leave him, fed up with his bullshit. Leo will just lead him out. Vassily wrapped his hand around my arm and stopped me.

he threatened. " Story time little darling! Once upon a time there were two brothers, Logan and Jacob McCoy! Both born into the terrifying yet powerful world of mafia led by their family. Logan was the older one was definitely going to inherit the entire mafia but that definitely did not sit well with Jacob who found himself more capable of leading and was just a year younger, So he planned and married a woman of enemy mafia, swooning her in his love, creating a peace treaty between the two mafia. his decision so cunning, highlighted him in the eyes of his old man that he was now made the new mafia king and his older brother his servant.

(The Shark Mafia Boss). My father is the head of the Italian mafia in New York. I have two brothers, that I know of. Gabriel (Gabe) he is the older and Michael (Mike) is the middle child and I am the youngest. The three of us are close, you can’t mess with one and not with the others. We make our business when one of us is in trouble. We all have different mothers but you already know that. Let’s say that dad was a bit of a manwhore before he met my mother. She tamed The Shark.

Matter of fact, neither does my father. The first most well known family is the De Santis. Most people don't know it but they're also in the mafia. And of course, they're first. Their leader, Ace De Santis is 22 and rumors has it, he is fucking awesome at his job. People are scared of him. I, however, most people think im a damn myth. Not that i care, people believe what they want. The leader of the Italian mafia is Ace while my father is the leader of the American mafia. We are allies... Sort of. "ALEXIA SKYLAR HALE. FOCUS.", My father yelled through the ear piece

Tyrell is also right, too bad Chase didn't believe him. Waylen wondered how on earth Edward was able to get his son to work in one of the warehouse without them knowing he's the illegitimate son. Not just an illegitimate son! But also, their brother.... Who have been filled up with lies and only care about revenge. In Mafia, being brothers doesn't mean you can't kill each other. A brother can be an enemy , The rules of the Mafia is "Kill or get killed." It's only one way out.