Mafia: Definitive Edition Review Novels & Stories

“Wanna go to the library? There is something I want to show you.” “Something? What is it?” Cedric was curious. “As the successor for the next boss, you need to broaden your knowledge. I remember there is one important book that I believe you haven’t read it yet. It is a book about our mafia’s historical achievements. There were also documentaries about our crimes and murders as the proud mafia. I think you should know about it so that you won’t get shocked.” Indeed, Cedric believed that he never read books about his mafia clan’s dark history. Now that he was very curious, he begged Vincent to show him.“Take me there, uncle!”

Street musicians gladly entertaining the tourists with their organettos and mandolins. Lovers making out in a dark corner, foolish move, Marco Marchetti thought as he walked past the dark alley. The city was beautiful and bustling, but it was also filled with thieves and criminals that were worse than thieves. He knew, he was one of them. The dignified ones though, the ones who didn't see themselves as criminals per se. It was the twisted law that saw and labeled them as criminals. The mafia. It wasn't a crime, it was a business, a business that has been smoothly run by the current Mafia King. A man whom Marco respected and honored. The man who was the main reason why Marco was out in the st

This is the only way to end this battle, by catching the boss. As they approached, the rival leader mocked them "You think you can take me down? You're just a pawn in this game." Vinzence the eldest son of the rival mafia said with a smirk. Kelvin's jaw tightened, and his anger channeled into a steely resolve. "You took innocent lives. Now you are telling me that it is just a game? Your craziness should end now." Kelvin's footsteps echoed in the tense silence as he closed in on the rival mafia's leader. The room felt charged with emotion, anger, determination, and the weight of the lives affected by the chaos.

I poured myself a glass of water and drank it in one go. Nikolai “The Devil” Costello, El Padrino. I shook my head, nope, not going to believe it unless I talk to him myself. I made my way out of the kitchen and went straight to the library. Since I had nothing to do, I settled on reading a book. I surveyed the huge library and finally found a book that seemed interesting enough to read. “Mafia and Mafiosi by Henner Hess” With a book in my hand, I walked back to Nikolai's seat to read but halted in my steps as I saw him already sitting on it.

He was known as a cold hearted person who didn't give a damn about whose ox was gored. Given his Werewolf and Mafia background, he was able to get away with most things. He didn't derail from their mafia's business dealings, but his level of wickedness was on another level. A level that was higher than that of his father. He was trained by his grandfather, so he had more knowledge of the mafia's business than his father. His father had gotten into it by inheritance. Whoever leads the pack as Alpha becomes leader of the Mafia. It was also very dangerous for an Alpha to be weak,this was because of mutiny. It could break out from among the ranks of men thereby causing disastrous results.

Ken answered, “As long as you’re with me you’ll be safe.” “Why is that?” I asked. “I am one of the most feared Mafia leaders out there,” he smirked,”Only the stupid people dare to mess with me.” “Okay then,” I mutter. “We’re here,” Cole announced. “Lets party,” Dexter cheered. We got out of the car, and I looked at the big house in front of me. “Jesus you guys must be billionaires,” I gaped. "What did u expect,” Ken clarified. We walked into the house, and I was surprised to see everyone look so……classy.

The outside world faded away as I delved into the intricate web of alliances, deals, and power struggles that defined my existence. Minutes turned into hours as I meticulously reviewed financial reports, analyzed rival activities, and strategized my next moves. My focus was unwavering, the anger that had consumed me earlier now channeled into the pursuit of dominance and control over the criminal underworld. The business of the mafia required cold calculation, and I was determined to ensure the safety and prosperity of my organization, regardless of personal distractions.

superciliousness, and cynicism, all of which exude negative energy. Despite his scintillating and resplendent appearance, his activities are dreary and hideous, and he is regarded as the worst human being people might ever encounter. His profession and character have earned him the hatred of those who have encountered him, as he engages in merciless killings, portraying the worst form of selfishness as a mafia leader who delights in darkening the lives of others. Jacob Kyler is a 29-year-old man who has gained notoriety as one of the most powerful mafia leaders in Washington DC, recognized both locally and internationally for his influence and authority in the underworld. He possesses a str

”I believe this meeting is over,” I said, unable to take the awareness nor the gun-pointed dickheads that were sitting both in front of me and next to me. I needed answers. I may not deserve them but If I want to have any chance of being happy, I need to know why he told me he left the Mafia. I need to know how the Russians can be more powerful than Ashton. If they dare threaten him then- They didn’t though, they didn't threaten him, not directly. Maybe they aren't stronger, maybe I'm just weak enough for them to manipulate. ”Yes, it is. Thank you for your time and I look forward to having you onboard,” Ashton said.

He has a murderous look in his eyes when he peers down at me and leans down. “Say that again; I fucking dare you,” he says, slamming hard inside me, causing me to cry out again. I claw at Dante’s hand at my throat, but that just causes a low rumble to sound in his chest. Way to fucking go, Sienna; you pissed off a fucking mafia boss. As usual. “D-Dante-!”