Mafia Hierarchy Novels & Stories

he took a bite into the slice of toast. "I'm the Don, the boss of bosses," he proudly told me, "Sergio is the underboss and he answers to nobody, sometimes not even me. Then we have, my darling sister and Leonardo, or the Capo's, or in the full term Caporegimes. Nobody else holds any other title, and nobody else ever will," he said expressionless, "nobody enters the Leonardo mafia, and even when entered, nobody leaves..." he whispered menacingly as I watched him pull out a gun as the maid appeared again, this time she was unaware and I watched as she delicately placed the jar of water on the table, her back to Salvatore, before Salvatore pulled the trigger and her body fell onto the table. "

I utter, and he shrugs as if it doesn’t matter to him, the only thing that matters to him is following Rafa’s orders. A huff slips through me, an annoyed smile briefly crossing my face. Even before I stood up, I knew it will not be easy to get him to follow my instructions, especially when Rafa is behind everything. There’s a hierarchy here that everyone respects: my father, the mafia don, then Rafa, the underboss, then me, the heir; before everyone else. In most cases, I’d be at the top after my dad, but to Aldo and everyone else here, I’m still just an immature teenager who doesn’t give a fuck about the family legacy.

That already seemed ridiculous to me, and I was genuinely afraid of what would happen to me if I wound up in a situation where someone found out I was speaking to the cops. But we weren’t there yet; after all, I was just gathering information. I still hadn’t fully decided if I was going to do this or not. The next most important thing in the gang was the hierarchy, or the chain of command. You do not speak to anyone who isn’t your superior, and information flows along the hierarchy accordingly. At the very top is the Don, who is the head of the family. They control every aspect of the organization, and their word is law. Everyone else serves the Don, and they’re always the most terrifying pe

“You truly think you can successfully defy me? Defy the entire council? Defy your own blood and family? You’re absolutely nothing important without that Alpha title, Enzo.” I stepped even closer until I was face-to-face with her, Moses frantically clawing at the very edge of my control. “I’m absolutely everything important with Noah by my side,” I said quietly, but my voice fiercely carried steel and conviction. “That is the most important difference between us two. You truly only care about raw power and status. I personally protect what is completely mine to keep.”

"How does all of this work? You talk about underbosses and consiglieres... what is the hierarchy?" Raquel traced the rim of her glass. "They call themselves 'The Family.' It’s a ladder of blood. At the bottom are the Associates. They aren't initiated members. They are the lawyers, the dirty cops, the drivers. They do the grunt work but they aren't 'made.' Above them are the Soldatos. The soldiers. They are the initiated men who do the killing and the heavy lifting. They’ve taken the oath of silence."

Caterina “So Kai’s position is called a Pakhan, and Konstantin is his Brigadier or second in command?” I asked Viktor, who was currently busy explaining how the hierarchy worked in the Bratva. He nods. “Yes, you’re getting the hang of it. We don’t work according to the entire structure since we’re werewolves, and Kai basically runs legitimate businesses. He refuses to touch drugs, which is something a normal mafia boss would be itching to get their hands into.” He explains as we sit in the powder room area that overlooks Central Park.

There was a note of tenderness in his voice the whole time, indicating that he would not harm her. He's reckless and dangerous still he was calm with her last night. He had made it crystal clear, if there's any future it will be with him. Her heart went off rhythm when she heard mafia from him. There was dread in her stomach. She could still feel it. She was expecting him to be a rogue, cruel businessman but not a mafia. What would he do for a living? Killing people? Selling drugs among youngsters? kidnapping? Human Trafficking? Prostitution?

Her husband looked just as surprised as everyone else, but let out a chuckle and placed a kiss on her temple as she nibbled on the bread beside his soup. "Hello," She greeted the men at the table, everyone giving her awkward responses in return. "I know Marco, aren't the rest high ranked officials of your Mafia, Salvatore?" "Yeah," He nodded once he swallowed the soup. "Tazio is Uncle Romeo's son and my second-in-command." Salvatore pointed him out as he gave a wave of his hand. "Piero is Major's son, and one of my Capos, and so are Alberto and Russo, who are Uncle Vincent's and Gun's sons respectively. Fransisco is Hulk's son and my head of Staff and training. And you obviously know Marco w

Xavier stated twirling his spaghetti around his fork "I'll take you there one day." "I'd be honored." I smiled "What exactly do you do you know where?" "Everything a normal mafia does." Xavier said to me softly and I looked around to make sure no one was listening "We're the biggest and most deadly mafia in Italy. We don't deal with drugs though. We leave that out the mix but we do everything else." "You kill people then?" I asked shyly

I couldn't take the suffocation I felt. My father didn't stop me. He simply sighed as I made my way past him and into the family room. I wanted to laugh at the irony. I sat on the couch and stared at the piano. I wanted to play but I knew the moment I touched that piano I would break down. I had no room for emotion in my life right now. I was going to be the biggest Mafia Don this world had ever seen. Mafia Dons have no room for emotions or family. My father taught me that early on. “Good Evening Master, Neko is making Dinner. Would you like me to play you a song?” Ayla questioned as she spotted me staring at the Grand Piano.