Mafia Game Order Novels & Stories

“The first is the big boss, your father. The second person died the moment he saw me. I don’t think you should see me now. In this world, only one person should know my face and identity at the same time. After your father dies and you become the mafia boss, I will show you my face then.” “You should come now,” I replied. “I will still become the mafia boss and also, I can still find out your identity in a different manner. You order those men physically. I can have you kidnapped or even killed. Just don’t test my patience and arrive here within thirty minutes. It is an order.” I disconnected the call instantly. I could leave room for negotiation if I remained on the call with him. I knew he

One of the mafia rules is not to drink or eat with your friends; you can still have dinner with your foes rather than acquaintances. The wrestling began, and everyone was looking forward to it. Blades were unshielded, but no guns were allowed; the smell of sweat surrounded the place. Blades met with flash, and blood dripped out. Dead bodies of failed soldiers were dragged out of the field. Finally, the fight came to an end, and as always, the La famigilia Oscura won. I stood up, walked so fast as I sighted my target for tonight. Immediately, he saw me too, and he ran. I smirk, understanding the games he is playing with me.

' I slapped his bum and giggled loudly as he slapped mine in return. It has been a month since my father and his 'gang' showed up in Gio's mansion. Gio and I were becoming closer and so were his siblings. They were often around here and hanged out with us. Even though Raffaello was here more for business than to hang out I liked him really much. He was really protective over his little sister and brothers. I see him as my own brother. He told me I'm part of the family from now on, so, I'm om the list of people he needs to protect. The triplets were the fun brothers. They often play games with me on the ps4. I'm becoming a pro if you ask me. Camilla was my new improved sister. She and I were

‘Aleksis Agustus, Chief Executive of Octagon Solutions’ How shameless of her husband to say he was fired from a company he owns? A flicker of excitement rushed into her eyes. All these years, Sierra has tried to dismiss the world she grew up in. The rush and hunger for danger were pulsing through her heartbeat. The same way it would always do whenever she was given a task. There was no need to ask who would play this game better. She knew damn well who would be a better player. All she had to do now was plan her way to make Alek feel like winning, and just when he got a hold of the trophy, she’d sneak in and snatch victory away from him. Maybe kill him. Well, that would be optional.

Ken came up to us, and told us to go out to the car. He was dressed in a black button up shirt, and some fitted blue jeans that made his butt look really good. Don’t think like that Stephanie. He’s a killer. We walked out to the car, and we got in. Ken slid in next to me, and he looked at me. I looked down at my lap, and twiddled my thumbs. “Its what us gang leaders do Stephanie,” Ken sighed,”We kill those who disrespect our orders. Its how you stay at the top.

Two figures on a rooftop. The night sky above them. The mafia world beneath them. And between them — a silence filled with everything that still needed to be said. But not tonight. Tonight, the silence was enough. ---

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."

“Not you, not anyone in this pack! You lay even one hand on him, and you’re absolutely dead, whether you’re my brother or not!” Marcus immediately shouted, his voice desperately cutting through the roaring tension. “Enough of this fighting now!” he said, stepping forward. “Enzo, we’ve completely had it with your refusal! You either immediately step down as our Alpha, or you brutally kill that Vengas boy. Those are your only two choices now. The pack absolutely won’t stand for this danger any longer!”

Around me, men polished weapons, loaded ammunition, and prepared shipments with practiced efficiency. “Who’s the new order for?” I asked Theo as we entered my office. “Don Edwardo,” Theo replied. “The Sicilian mafia.” Theo wasn’t just my bodyguard. He was my second in command. The head of both the Handlers and the Cleaners. I sat down behind my desk. “Payment completed?” “I made sure of it.” Rio entered the office moments later. “Welcome, boss.” I gave him a brief nod. “When’s the shipment leaving?”

I was still trying to recover from the shock of the ultrasound result and now this. Dante leaned against the wall, his arms crossed, watching me closely. "Read it. You need to understand why this isn't just about wanting you. it's way bigger than that." I stepped closer and opened the Ledger. The pages were filled with old handwriting, dates, signatures and rules that sounded like they came from a previous century. My fingers traced the line Dominic had pointed to. "Whoever fathers a child first becomes the undisputed mafia lord of the East Coast". I read aloud my voice barely above a whisper.