Mafia Game Order Novels & Stories

Nerthus “Have you seen this creepy shit?” Danny laughs as I reach him, staring outside agape. He turns around to the jacket-bodyguard, “Elia, what kind of Mafia code is that?” “I don’t know this one,” Elia just shrugs annoyed. I crack up as I halt to stand next to Danny. There are hundreds of gnomes distributed in the grass, facing the house. “This isn’t a Mafia code,” I say, hugging him to my side. “It’s an Ohio code.”

Realizing that it was not the right time to address the issue of Lily sneaking out and grabbing his dick, Alessandro decided to wait until she sobered up the next day. As they stepped outside, Alessandro received a call from his trusted associate, Theo. "Wait for me in the car," Alessandro instructed Lily, handing her his keys. Lily nodded in understanding, took the keys, and departed. As Alessandro picked up the call, he was startled by the alarming news that Theo delivered. It appeared that their recent business partner, Dima, had deceived them. Instead of exporting guns as promised, the containers were discovered to contain people, with half of them already dead. The revelation filled Ale

I bit my lips as I heaved a sigh, "The name on the file is Jaylen Noire Adryan, I am sure you are aware of that." "Yes, I am very well aware," Alexis put off her massage chair. How would anybody decide to just wake up and kill Jaylen, it's like signing a death contract and I didn't sign one. "And you want me to kill him? That man Is well protected, I am also sure you are well aware of that," I tried my best to be calm because I'm around Alexis. The person they wanted me to eliminate is one of the youngest, most successful and notorious mafia lords, Jaylen Noire Adryan. He is the king of the underground world and he is the kind of person someone like me would never want to cross paths with.

They were taken in by the elderly man in a grand mansion that resembled a palace. There, Aleah noticed numerous men in suits surrounding the estate. She discovered that her grandfather was no ordinary businessman—he was the leader of a powerful mafia group in Italy. His real name was Antonio De Luna. At the mansion, Antonio recounted the reason he hadn't been with Aleah's mother for 20 years. He was once the Alpha of a pack, but an unexpected tragedy struck, leading to the death of most of his pack members. He was blamed for failing to protect them from a deadly epidemic. The only ones he had managed to save were his own family. This incident was why he never formed another wolf pack, nor wa

“A hunt.” That night, Camilla stood on the balcony, staring down at the dark forest behind the estate. The moon was high. The rules had been set. Both men would be released into the woods. Only one would return with proof of victory. The terms were ridiculous. Ancient. But in the mafia world, tradition was law. And if Riccardo refused, it would be seen as weakness. “You’re not going into that forest,” she said as he joined her. “Yes, I am.”

That's the only way I can become a made man. After about an hour, the music stops and my father calls me to come out. I do so, and all eyes latch onto me as I stand beside him. At my age, I'm already a head taller than him with broad shoulders. It gives people the false impression that I'm actually older than my sixteen years. I watch as the God fathers spear me with their eyes. There are three of them present, each representing the three different mafia factions in Italy, but still under one umbrella. They sit on chairs that can be mistaken as thrones because of how majestic they look. One of them stands and addresses me. "Batista Cattaneo, are you ready to abide by our rules?"

Although Maria De La Cruz did not like the tone of the order, there was no time for silly fights, so she obeys and gives the order, she gets a little nervous, but she will try to hide it. David Del Valle, Pablo Altamirano and his hitman Lautaro Nicolas Romero enter through the main door. Maria De La Cruz, receives them in silence, and orders them to bring the corresponding seats for them. David, looks at her penetratingly, but not with love, but with challenge, perhaps she had gone a little too far with her haughty movements. She does not lower her gaze to her boss, but anyway she keeps it with respect, she does not try to challenge him at all, finally they all sit down and three more gang m

I watch as she dances with Jace, the smile on her face not reaching her eyes, but still—it kills me. Winston leans in, his voice low. “We have thirty minutes before the cameras reset. Stay low.” I clench my jaw, frustration boiling inside me. The sight of her dancing, the smile on her face, it twists something inside of me. “Ryder, lay low. She’ll be back soon enough,” Winston murmurs as I pass by the window. But it’s not that simple. It’s never been that simple. In two days, everything changes. Winston speaks again, his tone serious. “It’s not just one gang. Seven mafia families will be there. And it’s not going to be pretty. When guns start firing, everything will be chaos.”

“Before grandad passed away when I was seven, he handed down his journal to me, told me I must keep it safe. It took me years to finish all the gruesome details of the Italian mafia history in his time. Dad had an older brother, Theo, and he was supposed to lead the family business, but the Russians got him - executed him. It was a presentation of how powerful the Russians have become. That’s where the alliance between the American and Italian mafia began and to seal that agreement, the union must take place. Our grandfather’s blood bound it, and in the mafia world, no matter how fucked up it is, a blood treaty is unbreakable.” “Even before Levi and Dad told me about the agreement when I tur

Domenico scoffs and shakes his head, knowing that he had better choose his following words carefully. A silence settles over all of us; then, it is broken when Dario claps his palms together. “Well, let’s get this started then, shall we? The ancient ones are waiting downstairs,” He declares, walking towards the basement meeting chamber with Serena in tow. I feel annoyed every time I face the three families and our Greek companions, even more now that I have had a fight with Domenico. I should count myself lucky to be on their good side, considering how bloodthirsty the Greek mafia are. They kill first without even bothering to ask questions. Before Dante, I wasn’t even aware of any mafia dea