Mafia Ganteng Novels & Stories

Beatrice’s POV “Mafia,” I correct her, raising a finger. “We’re way more than just a basic gang.” Her laughter echoes in the grand entrance, and when I turn my head, I spot Flint standing at the junction of the two sides of the house, hands tucked in his jeans pockets. “You off to spill some tea?” Sierra tilts her head. “Just catching up on how Tris nearly got herself killed today.” “Sounds like a bit of an overstatement.”

Mafia Luca is the second most dangerous mafia in the city. He's well-known for various crimes such as murder, manslaughter, and sexual assault. Unlike William, he's more terrifying and shows no mercy. He has a strong aversion to forgiving people. Luca is a covetous individual who has a profound fondness for women. He frequently dons a black suit and is perpetually accompanied by a minimum of eight strong bodyguards. He is a womanizer and frequently engages in relationships with college girls. His extravagant spending on women knows no bounds; he is willing to purchase anything for them.

“The only thing humorous about you both is your miserable lives and utter lack of intelligence.” The class erupted into stifled snickers, and Engineer Akinyemi let the moment linger, clearly pleased with himself for reasons best known to him. Finally, he added, “The mafia can also be called the mob, the syndicate, the outfit… or even la nosa costra.” He paused abruptly, his expression darkening at the sound of a barely audible giggle. “Mirabel! Or should I say Miracle?” he snapped, zeroing in on her. “Care to share what’s so funny?”

I shrugged causing Ace, his father and my own to smile and shook their head at my comment. "Is there a reason why Ace and Alexia should go there alone?", My mother asked while walking to us. "I assume you know Melissa." Dad asked Vincenzo as he pointed to my mother. "Yeah." Vincenzo smiled at her which she returned. "Because they want li fantasma and The Mafia leader Italian mafia who is also the best assassin to come to their party." Vincenzo stated. "Oh please—", Daniella voiced interrupted us once again. "Li fantasma is a myth!" She yelled with her fake and really bad Italian accent.

Third Person Pov: Thomas Allen is one of the most ruthless leaders in the mafia gang Hayden Wren heads. Its known as 'Python'. Recently, there's been a fued between the two, hence; Thomas moved to Dubai. The members of the gang thought things would dissolve over time... but it didn't. Communication seized between the two for the past two years. Now, Thomas is back to set things right.

I barked as soon as Mattias let him in. Guoto hurried to kneel in front of me,begging incessantly “Please spare my life.It’s been nothing but hell for me” “Mattias.Take him out…” “Wait!!!I have some information about the Gambinos .I promise you would love hearing this one” “Let him go.Speak” “The Gambinos is a mafia group ruled by Boss Pablo,and Italian descent.Much to my knowledge,he has a family..” My left eye twitched and I held up a finger to shut him up

The next day all Mafia's families where invited to a gala, and gala was everything Mia hated. Gold. Crystal. Music so smooth it felt like a lie. The Santori Ballroom glowed beneath cascading chandeliers, polished marble reflecting power and wealth in equal measure. Mafia families filled the space with tailored suits, jeweled gowns, and smiles sharp enough to cut. Alliances were whispered between sips of champagne. Threats were hidden behind laughter. And Mia stood in the middle of it all—on Mark’s arm.

Zimmerman took throughout his youth, when he talked about the foods of the countless countries he visited. Tadeu, a current mafia leader of the A'Ndrangheta , is known as the "crown jewel" of Italian organized crime , with impressive annual revenues and a presence on almost every continent. most powerful criminal organization in the world , was the lover of a painter and artist from the city, as well as an agent of Goki. He was in his bedroom in his suite, with his wife and his lover, whom they shared from time to time, they shared their bodies and their intelligence and their ability to obtain information.

Behind her, Giovanni raised a blade crafted from stone pulled from a black crater, veined with gold. “The offering will come to the altar of her own will,” the priestess murmured “She will”, Giovanni said.

And while they played freely, Alessia had bodyguards hovering nearby—even at the playground. The reason was clear enough. Her father, Antonio Rossini, was the Consigliere to the Monaro famiglia, the most powerful and ruthless Mafia in all of Italy. Over time, Alessia learned why she was denied a normal life. She was an asset to be guarded, not a child to be free.