Mafia Ganteng Novels & Stories

Alessandro’s pov: Damn it. Bloody Santino Martino is interfering with the trade again. I turn around and shoot the dead man on the ground, for the twentieth time because he deserves it. He is a renowned member of their gang, and he had come here to finish me off, but things don't always work out the way you want them to. They are involved in human trafficking and other illegal practices. I have refrained our family from such involvement.

He squirts and I let go of his hand and turn to face Mia who stood frozen to the ground. "Who is the Mafioso now?" I question her and my words seem to hold humor as the fucker in the seat starts to chuckle. "You thought this guy was part of the costa nostra?" He continued to chuckle. "He will never be costa nostra. Me I am costa nostra." He smirks. "You..." Mia stared at him that crazy shit anger returning. Oh fuck.

“And now look at you, making Paris more beautiful.” We sat in silence, sipping wine, letting the memories drift between us like smoke. Then I laughed. “When we first met? You were so cold and intimidating.” He snorted. “Of course. I was the big bad Mafia Lord. Wasn’t that the charm you fell for?” “Please,” I rolled my eyes. “The moment Mama Rosa called you ‘Little Pumpkin,’ I knew it was all an act.” He groaned, covering his face with both hands. “You never forget anything, do you?”

She looked young. “Maria Victoria Sebastian was sixteen in that photograph.” “She’s pretty.” “She’s my daughter.” This was one of the rumors. Many of the mafia bosses were known for having illegitimate children. Most of them tended to stay close to the family. Sons became soldiers, daughters became easy pawns to sell off and use for associates.

Sandro commented while his eyes gleamed when he imagined himself bathing in Viso's pathetic blood. "Not your creativity but mine, Sandro. He insulted me, Gina Moretti. I should be the one showing him how creative I am, don't you think, brother?" Gina said with a crooked smirk on her lips. Gina was not an innocent girl, on the contrary, she was the perfect example of a mafia princess.

As he Chuckled arrogantly again gaining Genelia's attention by speaking the next second, who looked kind of offended now. "My mafia is the family I have created over all these years. They are loyal to me like my bloodline. Very unlikely to yours, my family has no woman as you can see, excepting the little sister who lives in a foreign country. Hence, we are rumoured to have no manners. We have absolutely no sacraments." Alejandro spoke with no emotions while Genelia only looked at him with no surprise, the way his eyes were shining proudly and confidently while looking at his mafia members.

I tried to say something but he cuts me in between. "Amayra, I know you're scared of Steve sir that's why you had rejected other proposals... I don't know what sir had said to you that you doesn't accept any proposal.. but you don't need to be afraid of him. We will face him together and will win.. Everyone knows he is a mafia king and everyone is afraid of him and his group always takes advantage of his powers.. he is a jerk Amayra, he doesn't love you.. he is only with you just because of you beauty and body..." And before he could say further he receives a tight slap on his cheek from Amayra who was till now fuming in anger listening rubbish things about her Steve. While all this was noti

“Just get this over with so I can go home.” “Indeed.” His expression sharpened. “What do you know of the mafia, Mia?” “As little as possible.” When she had first realized exactly what her father did, Mia had made a deliberate choice to avoid it at all costs. Her stepmother had helped shield her the best she could, and she had remained mostly ignorant toward the evil her father committed. “There are varying groups who oversee criminal activity in our fair city, but the three most powerful are the Irish, Italians, and Russians.” He

A true fallen angel is not afraid of darkness, but appreciates it, adores it, and enjoys it. In the same way that in Colombia they prepared an exclusive party, where there were guests of all kinds, exotic, eccentric, etc.. The important thing was that they had money and that they collaborated with the illicit association that Maria De La Cruz was trying to lead, and that was also growing and leaving in its wake the personalized Mexican brand. That party was very difficult for her, since there were faces, images that had done her wrong at some point, that were not friends at all, but she knew that world had to be extremely cold, and that was how little by little she was becoming a successful

She had marched straight into Marcus Grigo's territory alone. I turned sharply, pacing across the marble floors of the lobby again while Greta hurried after me. "Try her number again." I ordered. "I already did." Greta said helplessly. "She's not answering." "Try again." Without argument, she immediately redialed the number while I continued pacing restlessly. Goddammit, Carla. The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. How reckless could one woman possibly be? Marcus Grigo wasn't just some spoiled rich brat throwing tantrums on social media. He was the current head of one of the most dangerous mafia families in the city. Men had disappeared for less than bruising the Grigo family's