Mafia Heir Novels & Stories

"So this is transactional." "Everything is transactional, Miss Harrington." He pulled out his phone, typed something, then pocketed it again. "My offer: You come with me. You tell me everything you know about Julian's deal. In exchange, I keep you alive and help you take back what's yours." "And if I refuse?" "Then I leave you here with your principles and two corpses." His expression didn't change. "Your choice. But my car leaves in thirty seconds." Tia looked at the wreckage of her Aston Martin, at the bodies of men sent to kill her, at the ruins of her white engagement dress. Behind her was a fiancé who'd planned to rob and murder her. Ahead was a mafia king offering a devil's bargain.

She recalled the tragedy from ten years ago, when one night turned into a massacre as Aloist slaughtered every government official who dared interfere with him. The city had once been paralyzed by his terror, a massacre that brought the law to its knees leaving not a single official daring to touch him. Aloist Vanderbilt was a true demon. And what shocked her even more, What nearly made him fall to the floor was the fact that he was Xavier’s grandfather. At first, Anna had thought Xavier was just an ordinary mobster. Who would have guessed he was the sole heir to the Vanderbilt dynasty! If Xavier inherited all of his grandfather’s power, he would become the absolute ruler of the underworld,

I started our conversation with a question. “You’re quite perceptive to the situation, darling. That’s right, since you are the heir to your father’s property then you must fulfill the agreement that was made between me, your father and your mother.” Alessandro looked very powerful as he sat in the chair behind his desk. “What’s the deal?” I stared at him unblinkingly, my guts sinking. I didn’t want anyone to influence me. “You and Ashton are getting married.” Alessandro’s words made my eyeballs want to jump out.

"Because I know you, Enzo. Though deep down you have a vulnerability, you may be the merciless mafia king. You give her importance. And for just this reason I have already won. Though I looked away, I could see Isabella staring at me. My whole attention was on Marco, on determining his next action and how to counter it. But the reality of his comments bit me, probing into the areas I wanted not to face. She was my weakness. The one thing that may bring all I had created down. Tell me who you are working with, I said, my voice like ice. Marco groaned; his smile vanished as he examined me. "It's interesting how things come full circle—isn't it? Enzo, the crimes of the past always catch us back

They were taken in by the elderly man in a grand mansion that resembled a palace. There, Aleah noticed numerous men in suits surrounding the estate. She discovered that her grandfather was no ordinary businessman—he was the leader of a powerful mafia group in Italy. His real name was Antonio De Luna. At the mansion, Antonio recounted the reason he hadn't been with Aleah's mother for 20 years. He was once the Alpha of a pack, but an unexpected tragedy struck, leading to the death of most of his pack members. He was blamed for failing to protect them from a deadly epidemic. The only ones he had managed to save were his own family. This incident was why he never formed another wolf pack, nor wa

She was born to the Gambino family, a mafia family that also had a history of hundreds of years, and shared a higher status in the mafia world than the Colombo family. Moreover, Cecelia was beautiful and knew how to cheer people up. Most importantly, she was particularly understanding. After the passing of his oldest son, she was still willing to marry his youngest son, Adrian. How could anyone not like her?

he said. Selene’s eyes snapped toward him. “Luca.” “I said leave,” he replied, and the room went cold instantly. This time there was no softness left in his voice at all. This was not the exhausted man who held me during seizures. This was Luca Wolfe, mafia heir, future Don, a man used to being obeyed. Even Marco straightened slightly beside the door. Don Adriano looked between both of them carefully, clearly realizing something significant had shifted. Then finally he spoke calmly. “Selene.”

“I’m the one hurting here too. All I want is for you to love me. To stand with me. There’s a war coming between the tongs; yours and my father’s. Ricardo has my father’s full support now. But with me by your side, and my remaining allies, we can win. For us. For the heir.” The word heir hit me harder than I expected. An image flashed — a child with my blood, carrying on the Cortez name. Something my father had drilled into me since I was old enough to hold a gun. Responsibility. Legacy. Duty. I exhaled slowly and sat on the edge of the bed. “I’m sorry, Elena.” She reached for my hand. “I don’t want your pity. I want you to choose us. Choose this family we’re building.” My mind drifted to Ari

Vincent says. Nickolas smiles, “I am not afraid, Uncle. I will do my best for this family,” Nick assures. “That’s good to hear,” “Uncle, can I ask you something?” Nick asks Vincent. Dan and Dylan’s attention turned to that question. “Yes, you can ask me anything,” “Why did you choose me?” Nick asks without having hesitation. This has been in his mind for a long time. Magnus should be the next Capo for this mafia family but Vincent has chosen Nick as the heir, that's something he doesn’t understand why.

They deserve nothing but the best and I'll do everything to provide them with the best. I'm happy that Alesa found someone who loves her with his whole heart. And mostly importantly I know him and his family. And I'm sure that he will never break his heart. I've seen ace since he was born. He grew up in front of me and my family. He's really a nice boy. And he is also the heir to the American mafia. His father will hand over him the mafia once he turn 22. We already have allies with American mafia but it will get stronger.