Mafia Game Order Novels & Stories

Their leadership, their bond, was a fire in the night, but the Order’s brutality deepened the threat, a storm threatening their empire. --- The club’s wreckage yielded a prize: an Order manifesto, dropped by a fallen operative. Kai and Gianna pored over it in a shadowed corner, its pages outlining a chilling plan—to seize the city’s underworld, dismantle their empire, and spark a global mafia war. Marsh’s voice cut through, gruff, securing the perimeter. “This is Crane’s playbook—bold, ruthless.” Rosa, bandaged but resolute, hacked the manifesto’s digital trace, her voice tense. “It’s linked to Crane’s European accounts—Viktor’s orchestrating a takeover.”

He had learnt to read Aldo’s expressions to know what to say and do at any given time. “Drop your weapons! How dare you threaten the boss’s lady?” Marco yelled out to the men. Confused, they looked at each other. They tried to rationalize the command they had just received. Yet submission came before reasoning in the mafia. No matter how ridiculous the command sounded, obey first and understand later. In fact, you don’t even need to understand, just do as you’ve been commanded. One by one the men lowered their guns. Marco bowed to Aldo in apology.

Before I could understand anything he lifted his hand to slap me and before he could even touch me I sat down and dodged. "What the hell was that?" I asked angrily as I stood up and he smirked. It was a test. "Right. She is not the one to take a hit." He said with a smirk. Matteo got a table and chairs for us to sit and I hesitantly sat down. "I am here to explain the competition rules to you," he said and spread out a few papers which look like the rules. "First... there are a total of four mafia families which are the biggest in the world. Chinese Mafia, American Mafia, Russian Mafia, Italian Mafia which is us." He said and I chuckled.

is my best friend came in, but he had a panicked face, right away I knew there was something wrong."John ran away." Ethan mumbled."WHAT?" I shouted."The building was attacked by his men. Our men got the situation under control. But they had brought backup. They killed 4 of our men." Ethan informed.I clenched my fists then unclenched them. I knew that BASTARD was related to Mafia. Otherwise it was not possible for common people to even know about that place. He killed my 4 men. Now I will kill all of them."Find out everything about him. I need the report by tomorrow morning." I ordered.With that he left. And I went home.Chloe POV:I was in the kitchen making dinner after making dinner I set i

He pulled the trigger. The body collapsed at his feet. Elena had seen violence before. But this… this wasn’t violence. It was dominance. Power. Absolute, merciless mafia rule. Adrien finally turned his head toward her. “Elena.” Just her name. But it held everything — command, relief, anger, possession. She didn’t move. He walked toward her slowly, steps crunching over broken glass and bodies. His hand reached out, gripping her wrist firmly. “Are you hurt?” His voice was still cold, but something flickered beneath it.

It was full of authority and power, a message I couldn’t ignore. “Maddie, you’re not Madison Arellano anymore. You’re a Moretti, my wife. And I’m not just anyone—I’m the head of a mafia organization. We have plenty of enemies who are always trying to take me down. People will come after you, looking to hurt you, maybe even kill you, because of who I am and who you’re connected to. If you want to stay safe, you have to follow my every order and never challenge me. Got it?”

I could feel her hesitation in her voice. " We can argue later. Hit me on my head. " I said to her. " You can pretend. " She said. " He is Duante Rego, The Mafia Emperor. He will easily get this. " I heard footsteps increasing, " He's coming. Do it fast. Give both guns to Duante. You know the summary. " I said. She nodded and hit me with the back of the gun on my head. I felt hot red blood, dripping down. It got black all of a sudden as I hit the ground.

Their expressions turned serious at once. They finally understood: I wasn’t some lost, weak princess waiting to be “taken in.” I wasn’t a lonely girl Sophia could destroy. I was Mia. The woman who controlled the new Italian Quarter shipping lines. The woman none of their families could afford to anger. I stood and walked to the floor‑to‑ceiling window. Beneath me lay the richest, most dangerous streets in the city. Mafia bosses. Old money. Greed. Betrayal. A million secret deals happening in the dark.

"I had been his favourite, but he chose to treat me in such a manner. Like a common criminal. That was what I foolishly thought. When we got home, everyone was already at our home, waiting for me to return. Nonno had walked up to me and given me such a resounding slap that made every other person flinch. After which he told me that as discipline, I was going to leave for a military training academy at Miami. His punishment wasn't sending me to the military academy. Moreover, I had always been Alexander's spare." "How do you mean?" I asked in confusion. "I mean that, Alexander was originally the mafia heir. I never was." "Really?" That was suprising. There were really a lot I didn't know. "Ye

had to work for everything they wanted. They had to start at the very bottom of the ‘Family’ business and work their way up. They had to learn how to be cruel when dealing with all the different factions who were the natural enemies of the Italian Mafia. The Columbian Drug Cartel, the African people traffickers, the Chinese Triads and the Russian Bratva, along with the FBI, CIA and MI5 to name just a few. Ricardo was protected from all the brutality and given everything he desired by his doting Father, it helped that he was a very beautiful child, with blue-black hair and sparkling emerald azure blue. He was naturally charming and easygoing, adored by all who came into contact with him. He