Novel & Cerita Mafia Hierarchy

Wait a minute. Now it all made sense to me. His authoritative deamenor, his affluence and most of all his armed guards. The Italian mafia was not a normal organization as I'd thought, but a hierachichally illegal organization consisting of hooligans devoid of any humanity, and he is their leader. He is more dangerous than I thought. My insides clenched more with fear and anxiety, my heart pounding through my chest and anxiety coursing through my veins. Who knows, what would be my date tonight in the hands of this man. I had no choice, I had no option.

Or so I thought… I am Leonard Achiel De Mapiol, the first son of the greatest mafia in the country. Not only are we known here, but my father was also branded as one of the deadliest leaders in Southeast Asia. All was going well until Kierro found my father lying unconsciously with his mouth bubbling. He was poisoned, and I am sure that the suspect is inside the group. The security inside the house is severely tightened, and no one has successfully assassinated the past leaders of the group. My mind is completely set out; the mole is just a step away from us. I need to know who that person is before he completely snatches the power from my family’s hard-earned work.

“But you retired early and handed power to your son without notifying the board. Yes, he is your heir, and he has the right to succeed you, unless he is deemed incapable. But we never assessed that capability. And his behavior in the years since has not reassured us.” Mr. Vale wasn't bothered. “You’re questioning my son’s capability? He’s in charge for a few years and business has skyrocketed. We hold the top seat internationally. He achieved more in his twenties than most of you achieved in your entire lifetimes. What exactly is the purpose of this meeting?” A third man answered carefully. “As we all know, the mafia world is a dangerous world. Only the strongest survive. Most members do not

The air smelled of expensive whiskey, old leather, and danger. Luciano Moretti sat at the head of the long oak table, his fingers steepled beneath his chin. His dark gray suit was tailored within an inch of its life, but it did nothing to soften the brutal power coiled in his massive frame. A scar curved over his right brow, a souvenir from a life lived in the shadows — a life built on blood, betrayal, and fear. He was the king of this city’s underworld. The mere whisper of his name made grown men falter. Cold. Calculated. Brutal.

But I couldn’t stop now. Riccardo Moretti never needed to raise his voice to command respect. His presence alone did that. “I refuse to believe I raised such a stupid daughter,” he said evenly. “You still don’t get it? In this world, no one does what they want. Everyone does what they must.” “I know,” I replied quickly. “I know how the mafia works. Rules. Deals. Hierarchy. But—” “But nothing,” he interrupted again. “Everything has a price.”

The scent of wealth—old, specific, slightly sour underneath. Elena scanned the room. Her training catalogued it as threat assessment. Her memory catalogued it as something older. More personal. These were not investigation files. These were the faces from her childhood nightmares. The Mafia Council. Four pillars holding up the same dark ceiling: Morelli—rose through blood. Now commands construction and the unions. Carvajo—master of the docks. Every shipment that doesn’t exist passes through him. Genovese—gambling. His casinos swallow human fate like coins.

"You're one lucky son of a bitch, do you know that?" I turn my head slowly, ignoring the painful flare running through my body. As soon as my eyes land on him, I groan again. He sat in the hospital chair next to me, leaning backwards with one foot rested on the other leg. He doesn't look happy. The eyes of Mr. Lambardi, a mafia gang leader and my only father.

Gio said nervously. " Oh come on, you and I both know Judah will never talk to me about it. Please, I'm begging you, I am your favorite cousin-in-law. Please tell me." I made a pouty face at him through the mirror. Gio sighed, " Fine but I'll tell you the basics, Judah is our capo, Zío Angelo is capo dei capi, which means he's the boss of all bosses or overall boss, he runs the entire American Mafia familia. Judah is directly under him and runs the LA division of our mafia familia, Judah handles every business that happens here in LA, drugs shipping, gambling houses, and brothels. Everything." I winced at the term, brothel. Were they into human trafficking?