Mafia Don Novels & Stories

This is the first time Alesso is tasting her anger, and he is not liking it. Mia is not scared of Alesso. She is the daughter of a former mafia don and the wife of the present don. Even if she cannot win Alesso with physical strength, she is sure Reed will snap his neck in two if he even gives her a scratch on her skin.

chris 's pov i am currently in a meeting with three other dons which constite the four dons .The four dons were created since the the beginning of the mafia and it contains the four most powerful mafias. The Italian mafia which is I, the American mafia stephano Gonzalez, The Russian mafia Nickolai volkov and the Irish mafia Leonard Peterson. "Chris what exactly is your plan at this point because we except you to get married soon tne stability of tje four dons" stephano said looking at me sipping his whiskey .

“That’s helpful. Did you overhear them say anything specific? Anything that stood out?” Sylvania hesitated. “Yes,” she said quietly. “One of them said something like… ‘The Don will be pleased.’ It sounded important, like whoever this ‘Don’ is, they were working for him.” Kamala went silent on the other end of the line, her mind racing. She knew the name “The Don.” It wasn’t just a name; it was a title; a shadowy figure tied to organized crime, someone who operated in secret and held power over a dangerous network. This wasn’t just a random robbery; this was the Mafia.

Gladis mutters, “You’ve got the hot Don all to yourself and now a secret admirer?” I frown. “What exactly does ‘Don’ mean, anyway?” She sighs like I’ve just asked why the sky is blue. “You see this building?” She gestures around the club. “And the others like it around town? Let’s just say they’re part of a… network. Don Rafaele runs the La Corona de Sangue mafia ring.” I blink, the words barely sinking in. “He’s not just some club owner. He’s one of the most powerful men in Sicily. Maybe the most powerful. Everyone knows who he is, but no one dares speak against him. People vanish for less.”

“You… seem to really like our boss. So even if I tell you the truth, I don’t think you’ll believe it.” “I’ll believe it.” Something about the look in Araceli’s eyes told her she already knew. Paula sighed. “He’s part of the mafia. Actually, he’s not just a pear. He’s the don.” Araceli swallowed. “Can you explain what that means?” “The mafia’s a criminal organization,” Paula said quietly. “They’re involved in everything—drugs, weapons, trafficking. They control businesses. Politicians. Judges.” “And… murder?” Araceli whispered.

The security guards had told me he had been standing there for six hours. His massive shoulders were completely buried under a heavy white layer of snow, his skin was gray, and his lips were deeply blue from the biting cold. He was shivering violently. Looking at him, I could hardly believe that this man was the same Mafia Don who had once brought a bloody storm crashing down across Italy. I saw no trace of the terrifying majesty that once made seasoned mafia capos drop to their knees in absolute terror. He looked completely shattered. I walked slowly over to him, the fresh snow crunching rhythmically under my winter boots.

Chapter 2 Angelo; In my world, traitors and snitches are a deadly sin. Unforgivable except through death. I am Angelo Fabian. The number one ruthless Mafia Don in the whole fucking casino. And everyone, I mean, every single fucking individual knows not to mess with me. Standing in front of the three dimwits kneeling before me, rage surged in me as I corked the gun. "Now, are you willing to tell me why the hell none of you bastards have captured that traitor? Do I have to rip your tongue off before I get a goddamn explanation?"

But all she saw was the reflection of her own fear, amplified in the mirror of my own torment. I cleared my throat, forcing myself to compose myself, my voice hardening into the icy tone of a true mafia man. "I'm the Don of this Mafia. You're in a mafia home. When I'm in Los Angeles, Marco takes care of things here. I don't like to be too involved in the mafia, that's why I decided to open up my different businesses - The Enterprise, the club, the casino, and others. I only come back here when the issue is immense. Like right now. A man named Dmitri, a rival from the Russian mafia, wants to bring the Italian mafia down. He’s already started with the company, but he’s coming for us, for the f

Chiara Moretti Alessandro stared down at me, his jaw tight. "You say that now," he said, and took a step toward me. "But you do not understand what you are asking for, Chiara. The mafia world is not a boardroom. It is not about signing papers or making smart investments. It is a world built on blood, loyalty, and extreme violence. It is filled with people who will not hesitate to cut your throat just to send a message."

“Papa, this is Selene.” The air shifted. He didn’t move, didn’t speak. He just looked at me, gaze steady and piercing, like he could peel away every secret I’d ever had. And in that silence, realization hit me like a bullet. Her father wasn’t just a man. He was someone powerful. Someone dangerous. He was a mafia lord. The dining hall was too grand to feel real, like I’d stepped into the pages of a history book. A chandelier of dripping crystal hung above us, scattering golden light across a table long enough to host a small army.