Mafia Dazai Novels & Stories

We were sitting in her room catching up, we hadn't seen each other in two weeks. "Yeah, he should be here soon." Mia replies. Diego Garcia is our other best friend, Mia, Diego, and I have been inseparable since we were seven years old. Suddenly, the door opened, "I've arrived," Diego shouts. He always does this. He's a very dramatic person. Diego Garcia is a hacker for our mafia, along with Mia, much like me, Diego and Mia never go on missions. We mostly work from our warehouses. "Stop screaming, Diego." I scold him jokingly.

Earlier that week, she had gone to Mikhail Mazza for help. Although he was known as the Country's most handsome bachelor and conglomerate. He was also known as the Mafia Kingpin. She couldn't let her mother die. The woman had suffered a lot and if she could at least do what he wanted.. she'd make that change. But she was not ready to give her virginity to a man-whore. Mikhail Mazza was feared in the whole city. He was the Country's most dangerous and whoring bachelor. He was well known for his brutality and people feared him all over.

Duante's POV I bottomed out my drink. It pissed me off when she pointed the gun at herself. She was going to hurt her. I've told her I don't feel for her. Fu**! I can't keep her out of my thoughts. She is driving me crazy. It's a pure feeling. I don't want her forcibly. People didn't dare to come near me. Today I allowed them, because I wanted to prove my wife wrong. I'm an international businessman, not just it, I'm The Mafia Emperor. My eyes were searching for my girl. I saw remorse in her eyes when these girls were swaying around me to catch my attention which I ignored like always. I put the empty glass down and picked up the second one. I sipped from my second drink. My eyes were fishin

He finished and I shot him in the middle of his eyes He fell on the floor with a thud and his blood spread all over the marble making it look dirty. " boss! "Zubair my third in command of my gang said I'm their leader, their king. I rule over Indian mafia. " clear this mess before I come back visiting that bitch who dared to double cross me. Anyways he was a worthless man who couldn't do the work he was assigned to do. So he doesn't deserve to live. "I told him and he nodded mutely

I said to him, walking over to the mini bar and began to pour myself a glass of whiskey, placing the bottle back down and quickly picking up the glass and taking a drink out of it. “You got it boss but like I said last night, there isn’t much on her. She’s squeaky clean, eerily clean.” He says to me which causes me to raise up my eyebrows and turn over to look at him, glass still in my hand. I swallowed the liquor and clicked my tongue against the top of my mouth, narrowing my eyebrows as I thought about what he just said “Why do you say eerily?” I ask him. Drew shrugs instantly “Well everyone has a past, they have traces but this girl doesn’t. It’s like she didn’t exist before she turned si

The club’s interior gleamed faintly leather booths, cracked mirrors, golden lights that had long since lost their glow. Adrien moved with purpose, checking corners, flipping a hidden switch behind the bar. A faint hum filled the room as a panel slid open, revealing a hidden stairway beneath the floor. Elena blinked. “Secret tunnels? Really?” He looked back, eyes dark with amusement. “Mafias don’t build homes, Elena. They build escape routes.” She followed him down the narrow stairs into a dimly lit hallway. The walls were concrete, lined with old security monitors and files stacked on shelves.

“Alessia.” Ivan shrugged. “We already know your name. I’ve heard so much about you, against my will.” Dante’s voice cut in, low and firm. “Ivan.” Ivan raised both hands in mock surrender. “I don’t want to offend the mafia don. He might chop off my fingers or do some other mafia thing to me.” I laughed, harder than I meant to. The sound surprised me. It felt foreign after days of nausea and quiet anxiety. Maxim waved a hand. “Don’t mind him. He never stops teasing Dante for choosing his grandfather’s path and becoming a mafia boss instead of… I don’t know, being a doctor or something civilized.”

Shadow Cole? The most wanted man in the country. What? No way. My brothers couldn't be working for him. "That doesn't mean anything," Aiden added, aiming at the ball with his cue. "Mafia comes with its benefits and losses. But more on the benefits. I just love the title of a mafia man and the power it carries. So... I have to be careful," Maven said. No. I've heard enough. I pushed the slightly opened door, causing them to turn to my direction.

Gerrard didn’t want me, at least that’s what I kept telling myself. I had enough money to pay for another night. The envelope still sat on the nightstand where I dropped it yesterday, untouched. Next to it was the man's business card; Dante Amari. It was clean, minimalist, the kind of card that didn’t need color or graphics to feel powerful. Just his name, his title, and a number that could change my life if I dared to call it. I picked it up and turned it over slowly in my fingers, wondering how it might feel to start over. To burn this life down and disappear. To be someone new, someone untethered. He said he could help me break free, and I believed him.

He rescued her and now he can't let her go... Giovanni de Luca, a Beverly Hills born mobster climbing the ladder to success. He will do anything to protect his family and ensure their successful name throughout L.A. When he meets Rosalia Bernardi, a gorgeous young woman from Palermo, things change dramatically. It's not only him and his family he has to protect now but also the young life of Rosalia. The pair commence a rollercoaster ride they can't seem to get off especially because Giovanni is in the Mafia.