Mafia Hierarchy Novels & Stories

Third Person Pov: Thomas Allen is one of the most ruthless leaders in the mafia gang Hayden Wren heads. Its known as 'Python'. Recently, there's been a fued between the two, hence; Thomas moved to Dubai. The members of the gang thought things would dissolve over time... but it didn't. Communication seized between the two for the past two years. Now, Thomas is back to set things right.

No one else would dare. I had escaped my father but I just basically went from frying pan to fire. Hakan was Scorpion, there was no doubt about it. I was in the arms of the deadliest and most feared mafia boss in the whole country and maybe further than that.

"Tell him you'll fix it on your part, make something up. I'm trying to take care of you, that one or the other boot lickers is trying to overtake you." "I don't want you to take care of me! And that's the most twisted definition I've ever heard of caring for someone!" "Well, it's about time you realized I'm a little twisted. Mina, you're just getting to know what this whole world is about. If you let me, I can show you everything, as long as you go carefully and follow my every precaution." Your world. The business one. The mafia. The money guys. Politics. The power one.

Even though each boss in his family claimed to be the head, when he was amongst other bosses, he knew there was a hierarchy that must be respected. Everyone in the room knew that Yoshida and the three-headed dragon were the biggest family and should be respected. The Salvatore famiglia came as a close second. Cian Murphy understood the hierarchy so he snorted and grunted at Marcus, "Don't blow that thing my way, boy!" He snapped at Marcus. "It's bad for my lungs." "Alcohol is bad for your liver!" Marcus retorted. "Enough!" Chen said. "I want you to go back to your places and prepare for a frontal assault. I know Giovanni. We all know Giovanni and how ruthless he is, he is not going to think

“So yes, you’re stuck with me today.” “Aren’t you a capo too?” I frowned. “Then how come you have capos?” “I am not a capo, Gianna,” he said, finishing the rest of his coffee. “I am the Capofamiglia, the head of the family. Then, after me comes Caelian, the underboss. Then there is Domani, the advisor, and then there are the capos. There are four of them, each leading the northern, southern, eastern and western bands of the Baldocchi territory. And then at last comes the Soldato or the soldiers. It’s the same for Leo and Xavier, too.”

’ Her mind scolded her angrily as she let him lead her out to the helicopter and she was forced into it holding his hand as they headed for the large Mafia meeting rooms on the mainland. They arrived and slowly got out ducking under the blades he strode across the beautifully manicured lawns to the huge castle-like building that served as the Mafia Council fortress. This was where the Elite Members of the Mafia lived and worked, it was the height of luxury and if you were promoted to live in one of its apartments you had reached the very top of the Mafia hierarchy. When they reached the main doors the four guards opened them ceremoniously and he grabbed her h

I should have left him but I walked over to the balcony and stood next to him ,hands on the railing . “I’m sorry “ I said barely above a whisper. “Don’t be , I’m the one who’s sorry” did almighty mafia bad boy king Cain Adams just apologize to me? “ I’ve been treating you like shit since you got to the Cosa Nostra “ he adds. I nod my head speechlessly , the last thing I expected was an apology from him .

They stood in silence for a moment before he spoke again. “We’re calling a meeting tonight,” he said. “Every capo, every lieutenant. They need to see that the new hierarchy isn’t just rumor—it’s fact.” “And they’ll all show?” “They’ll come,” he said. “Either to swear fealty… or to die trying to defy me.” By nightfall, the estate’s lower level had been converted into a hall of power. Tall pillars framed the room, flanked by armed guards in tailored black. Every candle burned high, casting golden light on faces carved from stone and ambition.

The mafia side built empires on the things those systems couldn't see. By 7:45 I was in the Maybach again, heading to the Bronx warehouse. Marco drove silent. I scrolled messages ,rival moves in Queens, a shipment delay in Jersey, a name I hadn't heard in years Enzo Bianchi surfacing in whispers.I closed the tablet. Some ghosts you didn't chase. You waited for them to come to you.Warehouse district smelled of rust and salt water. Luca waited outside the loading dock, cigarette between his fingers."Boss," he said, falling in step. "Everything's accounted for. No leaks.""Good."Inside crates stacked high, men in black jackets unloading discreetly. I walked the rows, checking seals. One crate h