Mafia Heir Novels & Stories

“I don’t need you telling me what I should be worried about, boy.” “Then tell me,” Luka shot back, “did you know that two people from the Ortega Organization were seen in this city yesterday? Because I did. And that’s why I’m sitting at this table instead of taking care of something more useful.” Claire quietly said his name, almost pleadingly, but he ignored her. She turned toward Victor and gently touched his shoulder. “Darling, wouldn’t it make the most sense for them to live on Uncle’s estate? After all, they’re getting married to protect this territory, and they need some privacy too...”

In the underworld, power is paid for in blood and betrayal. And I was born to rule. I survived the back alleys of the Bronx. Then I was adopted by two different mafia families. The first family's fake daughter cried. She wanted my territory. I smiled. I crushed her. I took every illegal casino and smuggling route in Brooklyn. The second family's fake heir slit his wrists for pity. I yawned. I took his black Amex. And the keys to the armory. I won. Clean. Both times. I sent those two idiots to the most dangerous prison on the East Coast. At twenty, a bloody DNA report showed up. Turns out, I'm the long-lost daughter of the Callahans. The biggest Irish mob in Boston. My first day at the Callah

◇ MYKAELA ◇ I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't be alone out here with him. He was the older brother I didn't expect to meet. Not this soon at least. He was Don Luciano Tomassini's firstborn. The rightful heir. Like Enzo, he was tall and tan-skinned. Really fit. Handsome, too. But in an intimidating and slightly menacing way.

I teased, trying to ease the stiffening of his chest muscles with my unfiltered question. I want to blame it on the rough sex we just had, but honestly, I lost the ability to filter my words and spilled the first thing that came into my mind. Although I’ve been dwelling on that question for some time, it’s only now that I found the courage to voice that out. “Technically, you are the sole heiress of the American mafia,” he mumbled, voice restrained for some odd reason. “You know... since Nadia is dead to everyone.” Just the mention of her name sent an icy drizzle over my heated body. Since I saw her in the safe house, I haven’t come to terms with her resurrection.

Age: 56 years old Children: Ciro and Valentino Berlusconi Occupation: Arms dealing, drugs dealing, human. "What the fuck?" I roared. "He traffics humans." I scan my eyes through the entire file. "Fucking five of them are into trafficking? Why the fuck did Uncle Leo let this shit happen?" "It's really disgusting, but I think he couldn't do much because he wasn't the rightful leader. He was just your mother's elder brother," Zypher replied. I pulled my phone out of my pocket. "I'm gonna call him. We need to change this. Since I'm the new ruler, I won't stand for this."

Even if he's convicted and imprisoned, the next generation would carry on from where he stopped. Aside from that, even if Marcel wanted out of the Mafia, he couldn't since he was buried waist-deep in their activities. He was his father's heir and current leader of the Luciano clan, and he knew how much sacrifice his father had made to put him there even though he ascended earlier.

“But the mafia is growing stronger and it has grown bigger than all of us and I will not live to see it crumble under my rule or yours either. I won’t be able to live with the shame and ridicule that comes with it even in the afterlife.” “What do you mean, father?” I asked, feeling tensed as I sensed the pressure hovering above us getting heavier than it had been at the start. “I’m not rooting for you to fail but in the face of impending doom, I need to have a second option to protect our legacy,” Xander replied. “I’m your only son, father. The heir to all of these and the mafia is my birthright. What other option would you seek when you have me?” I was getting frustrated but I was managing

He played his lower lip for a while before continuing what he was saying, "I am worse than that." I gasped dramatically and covered my mouth as a good demonstration to be surprised. I acted curious and surprised. You are a mafia boss. "I am a mafia boss," he synchronized my thoughts and sighed. "I do bad things that have a great cause in this city that we live in. My father, my grandfather, and all of my great-grandfathers have also done worse in their own respective ways. Because I am the eldest son in our family's generation, I had to inherit their job as the heir of their dark organization. In short, I am... a bad person next to their legacies."

He never fucking liked me and I did nothing to earn his approval because I would never get it. l am Alessia Ferrari the Don of the Italian mafia. Father only passed it down to me because he is dying and he has no male heirs, which is quite unfortunate for the bastard. He did not even have any illegitimate sons despite the fact that he fucked day in and day out. He hated watching me take over his mafia, making it mine, making the power mine. But I never asked for this life.

Immediately after breakfast, Maria's personal guard-initially paid to make sure she couldn't run- led her to the parking lot. Don had approved the two of them to use the silvery Toyota land cruiser TX for the hunt, it had the conspicuous logo of the Red Crescent mafia family. That's what he called the search for Mafia Heir, a hunt to revive a tinge of his legacy. The two women who initially didn’t see eye to eye were forced to co-exist for what the Don called "the greater good" until the heir was found the two were friends whether they liked it or not.