Mafia Game Order Novels & Stories

She bore a striking resemblance to her father, with short black hair, amber eyes, and a penchant for tweed suits. And Masson had to play with those individuals. On one side of a spacious table sat Mia Moretti and Sophia Corleone. The competition was to be among the three of them, both for this game and for his destiny. As the cards were distributed, a surge of excitement coursed through him. He had effectively infiltrated Marcus's realm, and now it was his moment to demonstrate his worth. With every hand, he played with precision and expertise, meticulously implementing the strategies he had gleaned from observing Ethan during his espionage.

Chapter 14. Author’s Pov. Amelia settled into the chair staring at the play in front of her. “Everyone seated here are mafia men from our clan. You are the only Non mafia.” Megan leaned in and whispered in her ear. “Oh! She batted softly. She was quite perplexed at first! Of course, she knew that all mafia especially ones with high ranking do not associate with everyone. This explains why he is here then. “Does he do this often?”

I utter, and he shrugs as if it doesn’t matter to him, the only thing that matters to him is following Rafa’s orders. A huff slips through me, an annoyed smile briefly crossing my face. Even before I stood up, I knew it will not be easy to get him to follow my instructions, especially when Rafa is behind everything. There’s a hierarchy here that everyone respects: my father, the mafia don, then Rafa, the underboss, then me, the heir; before everyone else. In most cases, I’d be at the top after my dad, but to Aldo and everyone else here, I’m still just an immature teenager who doesn’t give a fuck about the family legacy.

Kennedy came closer and whispered to me. " I will not leave you here alone," I answered. "This is an order, Claire ." He said to me with a serious voice and worried face at the same time. He has a higher rank in the mafia than me and there is a rule in the mafia clan. If you get an order from someone who is in a higher position than you, you need to do it. So I don't have a choice. I just nod as a reply. They are all ready to attack us when,

Bianca’s POV “What is going on?” I asked, my voice shaky as my lace slipped halfway down my arm. My hands were trembling too much to fix it. Dante sat up from the bed and slammed his fist against the wall. His jaw tightened as his eyes darted toward the ceiling, like he could already hear the chaos above us. “It’s mafia war,” he said finally. “But they call it a game.” I blinked at him. “A game?” My voice cracked. “There are gunshots outside, Dante! What kind of game is that?”

They stalked the halls, cleared the rooms, and gunned down anyone who dared stand in their way. Finally, they reached the heart of the mansion: Lorenzo's throne room. The rival mafia boss sat on his throne, a scowl on his face. Rafael and Alexander aimed their guns at Lorenzo. "It's over," Rafael said, his voice cold and deadly. Lorenzo sneered, his eyes calm; he was not afraid. With a nod, Rafael gave the signal, and his men moved forward, surrounding Lorenzo. The rival boss was captured, and his reign of terror ended.

His eyes grew wary until he masked them. He was doing that less and less, or I was starting to be able to read him better and better. I was going with me. Woman power. I was awesome. “Yes.” I reached for the blanket, my finger running over the end, playing with it. “So according to Mafia street rules, that means you guys are going to hit them back?” His shoulders rose as he took in a deep breath. “It’s not normal for me to talk about who I’m going to murder before I do it.”

So, he continues "I was the leader of American mafia. My real name is 'STEVEN KNIGHT' not Steven Moritz. Aidan's father 'Eric uncle' and your grandpa were alliances. During our childhood, we lived all together. Both the families were the envious of them all. Dad handled American mafia whereas Eric uncle had Canada and Mexico under his control. It was the most powerful mafia clan. Everyone feared them. But we were a happy loving family until the day, when we lost dad and uncle. You know sweetheart, power comes with its own thorns. Once you got the hunger of power, you can't back away. There's only destruction after that. In mafia nothing matters just the power. The more powerful you are the l

Chapter 14: (Rachel's pov) My body seized under his presence and my mind became restless. The words from Andrew during the call were ringing in my ears. "Am I cheating on him? I do love him the most. Vincenzo is just my mission. I can't let him change my heart anyway. Once a mafia is always a mafia." I repeated with my trembling lips and pushed Vincenzo to move away from his grip. "What the hell are you doing?" He yelled after falling to the ground.

he says absentmindedly going back to his work. I nod my head again probably blueprint of buildings he's interested to invest in. The more I read the more my eyes widen. This isn't just a rule book, it's like a code of conduct, answers to every single questions. I often wondered why a family line won't end in the absence of a male heir. I know a female can never take the place of a made man in the family. For example, if Manuel, Katherina's father and boss in Chicago and his heir Carlos were to meet an unexpected end would Katherina become boss in her brother's place? Or would power be shifted to the extended branch of the family? Apparently, the mafia doesn't swing that way. Katherina woul