Mafia Fiction Novels & Stories

She might be scared and terrified to her bones, the reminder that this man is not just an alpha but a ruthless mafia was sending cold chills down her spine. She knows who mafias are. How ruthless they are. She has read a lot about them. They are usually involved in a lot of dirty businesses and sheaas sure he'd definitely be doing such illegal things. He's alpha death, who's a Mafia, she doesn't expect him to be a good clean man.

The badass bîtch young woman yelled. Valerie stared at the young woman who looked just like her age and inwardly rolled her eyes at her then slowly stood up. She was about to leave the room when the young woman began talking again. "I asked you a question oh wait" The badass lady narrowed her eyes at Valerie. "You're the newest slave if I'm not wrong. You are the one whose brother dared to steal from our capo m de la mafia (meaning mafia boss in Mexico). I guess it's a family type of thing because now you're making out with the underboss after sleeping with the mob boss" she rolled her eyes and shook her head.

“You—you’re the ghost?” “Ace and I are partners,” she said simply. “Please,” he begged. “Let me go. I won’t tell anyone—” “No can do,” I said, placing the gun to his head. “You betrayed your mafia.” I pulled the trigger. Alexia stretched her arms like she’d just woken up from a nap. “Well. The Lebanese mafia is after me, and the Australian mafia is after us. They declared war, didn’t they? Anyway… I wanna watch a movie.”

she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. Alessandro cleared his throat, composing himself. "So...yes, they are mafia." "Mafia?" she repeated. "You mean the ones with hats and black suits, guns strapped all over their bodies?" "I’m not sure they’re always on suits.” He said, sipping his coffee. “but I mean the ones who rule with brutality, who traffic drugs and guns, who extortion and violence, are their only languages. The ones who will stop at nothing to maintain their power and control. Yes, that’s the one."

he said with a smirk. I stared at him for a moment before shaking my head and heading outside. In the driveway, a sleek black Range Rover awaited me. The driver opened the door with a respectful bow, and I climbed in without a word. As the car pulled out, Damon’s words replayed in my mind. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. A laugh escaped me, sharp and bitter. “Damon Dark, mafia and werewolf,” I muttered to myself. “What he wouldn’t do is make peace.”

"Right. So I can be here." "You're here already." "Sasha." "Yes," I say. "You can be here. As a friend." He nods. Something in his face settles, not happily exactly, just settled. Like he needed the word said out loud again to know it was still standing. "And I can help with the documents." He tilts his head toward the table. "Two sets of eyes." "You know Bratva financial structure?" "I know how to read money moving in directions it shouldn't." He raises an eyebrow. "I run a drug and arms empire, Sasha. I didn't get here by being decorative."

She was the perfect mafia, psychopathic killer, who killed her other four brothers, in a dispute for power, inheritance, business and territories, being called the Hyena. That woman was marked by a characteristic laugh, since she killed her twin sister in a dispute over a boyfriend, she was a powerful, beautiful, sensual bodybuilder, an Enchanter, who was there to be the best negotiator in history. Since she was a Greek woman who came from a mafia and traditional family in this rich city of Pietro, where there was a colony of rich Greek businesspeople, where real estate was mostly owned by her family, she was the granddaughter who was in charge of business, maintaining rents.

Never in my life did I imagine having sex with the mafia. “Are you nervous?” I wondered how the hell he was able to read my mind. My lips parted, feeling him right at my wet entrance. “Are you a virgin?” His question was the last-ditch effort to stop everything. Yes! Mafia novels often show a preference for targeting innocent girls, especially virgins, and it’s unlikely that multiple books on the same topic would all fabricate this detail. Maybe that’s why he bought me. Even at the auction, they picked virgins for the highest bids.

“Because he lives a different life from me. He has a farm in the countryside. He stays there with his wife and twin boys.” I smiled, imagining it. “Wow, he’s married. He’s sure the opposite of you. He lives a calm life.” Dante continued, his fingers tracing lazy circles on my back. “His grandfather and mine used to be friends and business partners, but his father took over the mafia business. He moved to the countryside and started his farming business, he raises cows and all that farm stuff. He met a girl there, they fell in love, and got married.” “That’s sweet,” I said, leaning into him. “So he’s not involved at all in the mafia?”Dante shook his head. “Not directly. He deals in arms only

Natalie’s POV “Are you 100% sure Lucien?” He frowned slightly before finally answering me… “Ok fine…I heard you…” “Good…where are you headed after now?” “Uh I’ll just head out for a while. I have some things to take care of then I’ll be back home in a short while…” “What’s it about?” “It’s just business matters…” “Business? Lucien?” “Mafia business…between me and Don Nichole… you have nothing to worry about trust me…”