Mafia Heir Novels & Stories

He was the reason I had run five years ago. Yet here I was, pacing the penthouse, glancing at the door every few minutes, my stomach twisting with anxiety. When the door finally opened past midnight, I froze. Zephyr stepped inside, looking every inch the ruthless Mafia Don. His knuckles were split and bloody, and a smear of red stained his white collar — definitely not his own. His hair was slightly disheveled, jaw tight, eyes stormy. “Zephyr…” I breathed, rushing over without thinking.

His eyes didn't open, but his jaw worked, his lips moving slightly as if he were trying to find the words to argue with me through the drug-induced sleep. I leaned my back against the brick wall, my bare, mud-stained feet resting against the cold floorboards. The midnight deadline had passed. My father was somewhere in the fog, hunting for a ledger that could destroy the city. Silas De Luca was fleeing toward the border. And I was sitting in a back-alley vet clinic, guarding a mafia heir who had promised to lock me in a vault.

Micah followed. He was right. Gerard would be out of the country in a few days. Judging by his situation, I knew he would seek the help of the Sicilian mafia. Russians would be on his tail. And it would be a matter of seconds when they would find him. And that would be the perfect time for Alejandro for expanding his empire. And I couldn't let that happen. I was the heir of the Italian mafia, and that would be a shame to let him claim my father's ancestry as his own.

I look at each of them and he looks down, oh this better not be what I think it is. “Your parents and brothers are the heads of the mafia and cartel. You are the heiress to an old mafia family, known as the DeNucci’s,” I blink, trying to register what he is saying. This can’t be true? Can it? What I’m some kind of mafia princess?

As he scratched his head, Vincent remembered another term and condition he should remember: only descendants or blood-related family members could inherit the mafia’s legacy. Subconsciously, Vincent nodded his head and made Cedric feel more proud of his deception. The youngest uncle had fallen into his trap, he thought. All he needed to do now was just push him slightly into agreeing to team up with him. The mafia’s heir persuaded, “If I'm being honest, Uncle, I'd rather be willing to let my father's mafia reign be passed on by you than Uncle Miller. Join me, and you'll have everything my father owns." ‌

I ordered and they immediately leave. "Why have you been stealing from me?" Pontus refuses to answer. Punching him in the face my ring cuts his cheek. "Tell me." I demanded. He spits his blood onto the floor and laughs this evil laugh. "Oh Basil, why did you think I did it? I want what you have." He grins, blood stains his teeth. "I'm the rightful heir to the Greek mafia, it was my family first that had the title." "What about your sons?" I asked, even though Timothy's dead he still has Jason.

Was that the excuse he was giving me, mafia? He scared me when he shot the man, but knowing he did it to protect me made my heart flutter like he would kill to protect me. Am I sane for liking a killer? I laughed at his joke about the mafia. Right. He continued, Kimberly I'm serious, I am and so was your dad and you are currently the heir to ur father's organization, the last time he told me I was the heir to my father’s wealth. Was this the wealth? “Don't bring my dad into this mess," I spoke.

He gladly stressed it. "You now have the opportunity to play the ball in your court wisely. You have the opportunity to show me what you are made of. Additionally, prove to the world that you are the only daughter of the Nation's Tycoon. By doing this, the Heiress of the Rogue Lord Scott and Trained Assassin will always remain a mystery!" I couldn't respond because I was in awe. Why was my heart pounding so loudly when I knew a day like this was going to happen? He rolled his devious eyes away and announced blatantly, "Know that you are not just protecting that man but you are also counterattacking me, the Whale Mafia!"

He sighs. "Why would someone want to shoot you?" "It wasn't the first time and it probably won't be the last." Unsatisfied that he keep dodging my question, I sat up and turned to face him. "Rafael, please tell me what's going on. I want the truth." I stared at him. He sighed and struggled to sit himself up. "I'm the heir to The Montez Mafia. I take the seat after my father steps down."

I glanced at him in question and he took that moment to shut the partition before turning his attention to me. “They’re with us,” He stated, as though he could read the question and my unease. I sighed and rested against the seat ready to look out the window but then he spoke again. “There are a few things you need to know about my grandfather, Vincenzo Guiseppe,” I still kept my gaze on the window as I noted the nice houses and shops we passed, until his next words sailed into my ears. “He’s the heard of the Italian Mafia and I’m his only surviving heir,”