Mafia Hierarchy Novels & Stories

It was my job as il fantasma but as Alexia Skylar Hale, My job was to control my father's company by his side. My father was Chris Hale. The owner of the Hale company and the leader of the American mafia. We were the second most well known family because of our company. Us being in the mafia part was private. In the mafia world, we were ranked second and we were fine with it considering the family who was ranked first was my father's friend, an ally. They were the De Santis, Italian mafia. Like us, most people weren't aware of their involvement in the mafia world. Their leader, Ace, was 22 and rumors had it, he was good at his job. People were scared of him for reasons I knew all too well. I

she replied. He was gazing at her with focus as he was eating. "I was right, the dude we arrested is not the Mafia Boss." "Then who is the boss?" he asked. "Don't know. Even the members do not know who he is, except for the highers." "The highers?" "Yes, that is what they call those in the top ranks, their superiors," she explained, then stretched her hand to take the yellow file from her nightstand to show him. "This file contains the names of the highers. I'm

“Most of us don’t know and can never fathom the sacrifice our forefathers made to put us on this pedestal.” Hector, together with the rest of the Leofric family, stood before the mafia members on top of their grand staircase. The event, in a regular person’s eyes, appeared to be just an affluent community’s celebration. But behind those expensive suits and lavish dresses were weapons of different types and sizes. In the Erinyes mafia’s eyes, it was a gathering of the strongest and most skilled people to welcome a newcomer. A newcomer who was deemed better than most of them to be chosen for the soon second-highest position in their organization.

Proficient in using high-end weapons. [•Mafia Trust: Have 500 victory points.] [DESCRIPTION: At this level, someone will be the leader/leader of a small group.] #Divided into five levels. [Level 1: Able to Kill at least 50 people at one time.] [Level 2: Able to Kill at least 100 people who are at the branded mafia level.] [Level 3: Able to Kill at least 150 people.] [Level 4: Capable of Killing 200 adults.]

And when it came to his business, nothing ever felt safe. She got ready quickly, pulling on the outfit one of the house staff had left for her—a black coat, fitted trousers, and boots that clicked softly against the marble as she made her way down the grand staircase. Adrien was already waiting by the door, phone in hand, his expression unreadable. He wore black, as always. The kind of black that absorbed light, as though it was meant to remind people of who he was the heir to one of the most feared Mafia families in Europe.

he asked. I tilted my head. “A little, but it was mostly respect.” “I am the fourth-highest-ranking member of the organization.” I froze at that. “The fourth?” By his dress, I would never have thought he was so close to the top of the family hierarchy. He nodded. “Even capos have ranking.” But he wasn’t a Ferrante. “Wouldn’t Ferrante’s sons, like Roman, be higher than you?” He shook his head. “They have status, but not ranking.”

“What do you want from me?” “You’re aware of your father’s…profession?” Mia sighed deeply. “I know he’s the Avtoritet under the Pakhan of the Varnakov bratva, which makes him about number-three in their hierarchy, but I don’t know specifics. If you’ve brought me here to gain some kind of advantage, or obtain information, you’re out of luck. I want nothing to do with him or the russkaya mafiya.” “Hmm.” Shane gestured to a wet bar. “Drink?”

Antonio has already told Grassi to take his car back to the clan. "I came to Italy to see my best friend but I think he's not happy to see me", Angelo said with a hurt expression. "I never told you to come", Antonio said and Angelo scoffed. "Still as cold as ice", Angelo said "Sometimes I wonder how you became the leader of the biggest clan in America", Antonio couldn't help but say. "Maybe because I'm a good leader", Angelo smiled "Whatever, speaking of clan; since you're here, who's in charge of the American underworld", Antonio asked. "My father, he said he wants to help me run the clan while I'm here", Angelo said. "Oh", Antonio muttered.

Angelo and Hunter kept their stare like two wild animals whose pride had been hurt by the other. “Okay,” Zahn touched both the men on the chest, an attempt to break the suspense. “I really wanna get home, like today. We only have one car. Hunter, can we go now?” Having the guts to stand there and have a stare down with Hunter was a huge chance taken and one would usually be punished for that by the family. Hierarchy was the base of any mafia organisation and respect for those on top of you, was a must. But here Angelo was, taking a big fat chance because Hunter was 12 years younger than him.

"that's it. She's not" "But, Mr. Cromwell, making her the face of this university will put our reputation at risk, and I don't want to risk what I have now. I'm sorry, but your request is not something I can fulfill," the old man said. He understood what he was saying; he just didn't like passing judgment on a woman without sufficient evidence. Not everyone who is associated with a dangerous organization can be considered an ally. The Mafia has several levels, including the boss, underboss, consigliere, caporegime, soldier, associates, and neophytes. And the woman may be one of the last on the list that can do nothing but obey the superior's command.