Mafia Ink Novels & Stories

It is what you call to infinity and beyond! ~~♡♡~~ Hey Guys, please VOTE and follow me LET ME KNOW YOUR VIEWS IN THE COMMENTS SECTION. PLEASE VOTE AND SUPPORT ME. So, this is ending of Mafia's Love Bond. It was a great journey. Although His Possessive Love is my first ever book, Mafia's Love Bond will always be closer to my heart. This book has it's own ups and down. Especially after B*****t closed down. I've cried many times writing several chapters. Especially when Saanvi was kidnapped by Kaizer!

Maurice tried a wry smile. "Understood sir," I returned his smile even though I hated what I was about to go into. "That will be all." ****** The rest of the day found me cutting my hair to the style of my new profile. I tinted my hair to a golden brown after I'd asked my artist to tattoo on my upper arm the name of Alexandro Martini, the most rugged mafia lord in all of Premise. How do I intend to make such a powerful and nonsensical man trust me?

Power bikes parked outside gleamed under the streetlights. The place smelled of smoke, leather, and ink. Elena stared at the building, confused. “What… are we doing here?” she asked slowly. Mia smirked. “We’re getting you something wild.” Elena’s eyes widened. “A tattoo?” Mia grinned. “Hell yeah.” Elena blinked, shaking her head. “Are you serious?” Mia laughed. “Dead serious. You need to do something for you. Something crazy. Something that says ‘F-you’ to the world.”

You'd be nothing but a tomfool if you underestimate him because he has all of the most hidden information about the underworld in his cryptic brain. Don't judge a book by its cover, right? "Then you tell me." I raise my eyebrow and take a sip from my drink. "The tattoo is a sign of the Bratva and it indicates their loyalty to the mafia family. When they assign as a member of the mafia, they cosign their life to the Devil and get the tattoo. Only exclusive members, who have seen him, get the tattoo on the neck. But the others get it on their wrist." He murmurs and keeps serving the drinks to the people.

Eden’s POV “Shit,” Storm cussed under his breath. We all stopped dead in our tracks. The three men were large, very large. Their muscular arms were covered in tattoos. Mafia. I could tell right away. I scanned their arms. Most werewolf mafia were tattooed. But I was looking for something specific. A signia that would tell me which mafia family they were from. Some werewolf mafia families only circulated in the human world. They were completely integrated, and didn’t really care about the werewolf world. They had massive empires and they ran their businesses under human cover. They were discreet and careful not to draw too much attention to themselves.

I said, trying to rationalize the horror. "No, they have the Mafia signature on them," he replied. His tone was grave, and I felt a chill run down my spine. Cassius had a reputation, one that sent shivers through even the most hardened criminals. Anyone he killed bore his signature—a stark letter M etched into their foreheads. It was as if he wanted the world to know who was behind the violence, taunting the authorities who had failed to catch him for five years and counting.

For the past two months, Misha has been residing in Chicago, making preparations for my takeover of the now-defunct Chicago Bratva. Similar to myself, Misha is an active member of the European Bratva, engaging in various illicit activities such as drug trafficking, money laundering, extortion, and contract killings. His expertise extends beyond the realm of criminal operations, encompassing combat skills, weapon proficiency, and the art of manipulation and control.

The weight of the moment was palpable, heightened by the realization that the priest standing beside me was none other than Krystallo, the infamous mafia priest known for his merciless acts. My eyes inadvertently drifted towards the cross-shaped tattoo, intertwined with a viper, adorning Krystallo's neck. The intricate design served as a chilling reminder of the countless lives he had taken and the blood that stained his hands. It was a symbol of power and ruthlessness, one that sent shivers down the spines of even the most hardened criminals.

“Here you go,” Niko says holding out an old brown book. Like the mafia rules, there’s nothing written on it, no title, or author's name. not even an abstract design. Just a plain book. At least this one seems to be just an old journal not like the other one Niko described to be bound in human flesh, yuck. The original Mafia rules, not the copy I read but still. I still sniff at it a little. Only smelled old woodsy smell and nothing gross like rotten flesh or skin.

“What the hell is a Vengas? Why did you bring me all the way down here? If this is a trap, I’m absolutely not playing your ridiculous game.” I laughed, stepping closer, my voice dropping to a low, cold warning. “You are so incredibly clueless about yourself,” I said, my tone mocking his ignorance. “You think you know exactly who you are, Noah? You don’t know anything. A Vengas is not a human being. They are terrifyingly dangerous, capable of stealing a wolf’s entire power with a single touch. And you? You are officially one of them.”