Mafia Fanfic Novels & Stories

By the next morning, the rumors had already spread. No one knew who started them. No one admitted repeating them. Yet everyone seemed to know. At breakfast, Mia walked into the dining room to find Luca unusually quiet. He was staring at his phone. That alone was suspicious. "What happened?" Luca slid the phone across the table. "I hate people." Mia looked down. The headline wasn't from a newspaper. It came from an underground mafia forum. CAN MIA ROMANO LEAD IF MARK FALLS?

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The silence that followed was heavy, no one daring to answer. Then Sebastian Deca cleared his throat. “With respect Mikhail, the matter of Natalia cannot be ignored. She is of age, and her future has been long discussed. Before the Pakhan went into coma, we planned to marry her into the Italian-American mafia La Cosa Nostra. This… scandal only proves she needs proper placement, for the honor of the family.” Natalia’s breath caught. Adrian’s fists clenched.

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

’ I smirked. Vipers. This name screamed power, dominance, and authority in the world of Italian Mafia. And today, we were finally collaborating. Our powers were equal, no doubt. But, as they said, power comes with danger. And I felt a sense of thrill to deal with danger.

"Bring him back to life and what? Introduce him to who you are? A ruthless mafia? A man who owns a network of people who speak and walk DEATH. What would you do to him? Talk to him about all beautiful butterflies and flowers just to shove the thorns of reality down his throat. No way. I am not gonna let you close with my baby brother. I might have made a mistake, but he is my baby brother. I won’t let him face your world. I won’t let him see the actual face of the man standing. No way am gonna allow you to enter his life". Jeffery spat in anger. He was true. He wasn’t lying. Lucas knew all this. He was the fucking Mafia Boss. He had built his kingdom from scratches and ruled the underworld f

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.

I was furious “Lord is a Mafia king. There is no way he would get us a place he didn't keep under watch. One thing I know about the Mafia is that they don't trust anyone. What would have happened if you said whatever you wanted to say? He would have heard us and probably was watching us and would know exactly what was happening”, Lucas explained. I suddenly felt stupid as I covered my face in my palms in shame, It all made sense now, there was no way he would have stopped me from talking had he not kissed me. His earlier expression explained it all. He was trying to warn me not to say anything. And there I was thinking he was hitting on me. I felt stupid

I shook my head. "No!" Carina whined. "They should be love does. I mean, a mafia who loves and protects her, can't you guys feel it? Angelo?" She was looking for a supporter and Matteo was not in for it. Matteo shrug then gazed up at me. "I still hate the idea of a mafia story." "Alyssa...why don't you tell us what you think? Should the mafia king kill the girl?" "Fuck! You sound Russian. The way you say her name." Carina fantasized. She was busy admiring the death of me. "You look familiar though."

"Now you can imagine what I am capable of doing to you, right? You see, my little Love, I could crush your neck right now, and no one would ever know. I could strip you down and fuck you right here on this bed, and absolutely no one would come to save you." His smirk vanished, replaced by an expression of pure, chilling stone. "So, this is my final warning. Do not test my patience. I am already having a very hard time keeping my cool around you, and you are being fucking impossible. The next time you decide to open your smart mouth, think very carefully about the consequences. Alright?" "Y-yes," I choked out, the tears flowing freely now. "Are... are you in the mafia?" the words tumbled out