Mafia Brothers Novels & Stories

I quickly grabbed my phone and answered it. "Vito," I sobbed, babyishly by the way. I'm their baby girl. I heard him sigh from the other end, along with the others, they were there. Good. I wanted them to be so I could cry my eyes out. "I'm going to kill that man for making you cry," Ciro, the youngest of the Bianchi Brothers, yelled over the phone, very angrily. My heart skipped with fear. He never bluffs. I couldn't let them hurt Mordecai for something that wasn't his fault. The Bianchi Brothers controlled the Italian mafias. Like their family was the biggest mafia gang and they also had a large legal business. Vito's family was also part of the mafia society. Vito was their maternal cousi

My brothers are criminals. My favorite brother enzo. Who I take as a father figure. Is the head. Who killed so many people's. He is a criminal. He is the ruthless mafia boss everyone talks about. My brothers are like big fluffy teddy bears who gives the best cuddles and make me laugh are the same brothers who kill people. They are just like my mom and step-dad cruel and kill people. God why can't I have a normal family? When finally I was happy with them and everything was going perfectly fine why did I got to know that they are in mafia.

"Why are you so sure I'm a bad person? I have had a very troubled life, and I have still stayed on the right side of the law. I didn't wake up one day and think about robbing a bank vault, okay? That was your family!" He raises his hands in mock surrender. "Okay, okay. I'm sorry, it wasn't personal. I just want to make sure they're not going to get hurt." "Get hurt, how?" I demand. "How could I hurt them?" His gaze seems far away and cold. I can tell already that I won't like his answer. "They're very powerful brothers," Mason says at last, shrugging off his serious tone. "They do a lot of dangerous things. They aren't exactly the type of guys you would want to take home to meet your mother.

As if I didn’t bathe in blood to get here. “Your attention, gentlemen,” my voice boomed, quieting the murmurs. I waited for the eyes of my allies to focus on him before continuing. “I have called you all here because a great betrayal has presented itself within our ranks; something Dom over here predicted would happen weeks ago,” I say, placing a hand on my brother’s shoulder. “We are betrayed, famiglia, and by none other than the Brigăzi.” Romanian Mafia; the fuckers were linked directly to Alberto Moretti when he was still Underboss.

That was the most foolish thing she would have done. "Nathan, what are you doing? Who said that I want to go overseas with you?" "I am just trying to keep you safe so that my brother does not harm you. Do you know what mafia bosses do to people who betray them and take them for granted?" "Who is a mafia boss?" "They deal with all kinds of dark business and drugs. Once they catch a traitor, they kill them and then they sell their organs to the black market. Believe it or not, my brother is the president of all mafia bosses in the entire city."

"Forgot about that. It's your nickname." Rolling my eyes, I observed as two others entered the room – Lorenzo Francesco, the son of the Chicago Don, and Miguel Garcia, the eldest son of the Miami Cartel. Noticeably absent was Aleksei Petrov, the true representative of the Bratva, whose immigrant father had secured the Philadelphia syndicate through brutal means. Aleksei, much like his father, was seen as a merciless force, more savage than a respected member of the mafia.

He had the money, power and the right connection. Then there was Underground Wolf leader, Brahm Dumet. The man was in his forties and looked like one with his long black beard and hair which was braided to the side. Despite being forty something, he was still in great shape and was the biggest man among them, physically. The man owned a gun and weapon company. He was the one who supplied most of the guns owned by the mafia organizations in their circle. He was not a huge fan of drug and drug trafficking. The only reason why he was there because Vasco and him used to be friends and he needed to find out the truth behind his death.

“Don Diego has been in the mafia all his life. It doesn’t take chocolates and candies to become the mafia Don of a family as huge as the Gonzalez family.” He leaned back into his seat and placed a hand on his steering wheel. “We’ve got more enemies than friends. He’s got enemies that used to hate his dad but now hate him, and he doesn’t even know what disagreement happened between them. “But every single time we’re attacked, he doesn’t shy away from the battlefield, he leads it. Every scar on his body, he earned it. They are the prices for every battle he has won.”

I could hear the dread in her voice. I breathed, a heavy sound of resignation. "Just how crazy are these brothers?" I muttered the question aloud, not even realizing I had done so. "We hear they're a terrifying bunch," Emily said, "There are rumors, unsubstantiated, but persistent. They say Dante murdered his own father and his elder siblings to seize control of the cartel. That's how these mafia families build power. With blood." I bit down hard on my lower lip, the metallic taste of blood filling my mouth. "We need that file. We need to crumble this whole evil cartel." She continued.

Chapter 2 That Night That night, back at the hotel, the three brothers were still looking for their younger brother when he stumbled down the hall. Liam Michael Yung, Ethan Akio Yung, Noah Kali Yung, and Xavier Theo Yung... the four quadruplets born to the Yung family. Shiho Eiko Yung was their father and Hana Mei (Aki) Yung their mother. Shiho was the fifth generation of the underground mafia warlords. His ancestors, along with Hana’s, were among the first to start the organization.