Mafia Hierarchy Novels & Stories

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.

Not the police here, where she had no clue where their office was at or the police in Nigeria where she had no clue how to get back to. God, she thought in dismay, she had nowhere to go. Elena thought she’d already given up a while back, but that miniature Hope, Faith, and dreams that she’d find her way out were always there. She couldn’t lose it though, she knew she had to hold on to those three words if she wanted to remain sane. No, she wouldn’t lose them. The questions were irritably too much for Gregory. The senior members of the Mafia were the closest to shareholders if Mafias had any. He respected them not just for their age or grey hair because they were young as they were old. The w

He paused to fill his lungs with enough air, then proceeded. “Redge Yatash was the only heiress of the previous leader of the city’s underworld business. She followed her dad’s footsteps, and despite her gender, she successfully secured her spot on the top. Then she met Brandon, a son of a mafia leader from a different area, but the two agreed to build an empire of their own….” Marco continued while Gab and I did not say anything to interrupt his words.

Lyra shared her point of view. Paul was just listening to her without inferring. "By chance, Liam has made his plan successful?" Lyra asked. "Does he snatch the mafia seat from Aaron?" "How's Aaron?" "My baby, how is Damon?" She questioned him one after another. "Tell me, Paul, how is my family?" Lyra asked, grabbing his shoulders. "No, Liam hasn't yet taken the mafia seat from Aaron; still, Aaron is the king of the Italy mafia." Paul revealed the information.

They know if they loose one man, then 3 more are standing in queue to take that position. After 5 years of continuous request and struggle I was finally offered a job as a maid in the mafia palace. Every year, a new batch of mafia men, maids and whores are hired by the place to accommodate their growing space and fill in positions for any life lost. Yes, we do have mafia royalty. It's a whole system here but instead of a King, we have a Capo.

“But his partner? What was that about?” He studied me a moment before getting up and returning behind his desk. His hands went into his pockets, and his shoulders hunched forward and down. It gave him a whole different vibe, more relaxed, more trusting, but I knew not to believe it. No matter my own messed-up attraction, no matter how many times I enjoyed the feel of his body against mine, Ashton Walden was still Mafia. “My family works with the West family, and both of us run this city. I handle a lot, but one of those roles is the authorities. Do you know what I’m referring to?”

I needed this alliance to not only strengthen my mafia but to protect my men to the best that I can. There has been a mafia gang with a faceless Don that has been interfering with my shipments. Like yesterday I had an urgent call telling me someone had stolen the shipment of weapons i was expecting yesterday. I had to leave the house and urgently see to it, tracking down the invader. We were able to detect he was from the Viper's, the mafia that had a faceless Don. It is crazy how nobody has seen this person before and he settles to wrecking havoc anonymously. I was not able to take Olivia to the part of the house she would be using as her office and infirmary because of the emergency last n

Author's P O V. THREE WEEKS EARLIER The Curtez's family were known to rank number 2 among the Italian Mafia hierarchy. After the Delmando mafia family that ranked number one in not just Italy but also countless neighbouring countries and states. Samuel Curtez was the second child of Gustavo Curtez and Amelia Curtez. Gustavo was known by everyone in the Mafia organization to be a don on his own. Gustavo was cruel and ruthless and feared nothing or anyone. He was on top of his A game and didn't give a fuck about anyone, not even his family, not even Samuel.

“Everything’s ready inside. Security has been checked twice.” I nodded. “Good. You can leave after you bring in the files from the North office branch tomorrow morning.” “Yes, Boss.” He left, and I walked in alone. The place looked new, I dropped my coat on the couch and moved toward the window. The view was nice, at least Luca knew I loved seeing the night lights and traffics. He has been with me since my Dad sent me out of the country the if his death before he passed out. I had worked hard like a dog, clawing my way up through blood and loyalty until the name Vicente Russo started to echo again in the underworld, not as the son of a dead man, but as the man himself.

“There would be the Pakhan, his second in command, a bookmaker, a counselor, his captains, then his soldiers,” “No, that is the Mafioso structure,” Salvatore chided, sliding one of the stacks across the table to him. “The Bratva does not have such a structure, rather it has people who pay tribute to the Pakhan. Oh, and you don’t have a second-in-command,” “What?” Aleksander gestured to the stack before him, changing the lesson to something more practical. “You like them?” “No, these I don’t like, their background seems questionable at best and a few them have appear to have issues with loyalty,”