Mafia Ink Novels & Stories

I preferred to keep my mouth shut instead. "What do you know about the mafia?" He questioned and took my feet over his knees, scooting in front of me. I tried to retreat my leg as it was uncomfortable to watch a mafia leader kneeling in front of me to treat my feet, but he held my feet in his hand, glancing up at me.

She cleared her throat before shutting the door and approaching me, still her eyes flickered between my face and my chest. "You got tattoos?" She sounded surprised and her tone seemed restricted. Her eyes roamed my upper body as If she was desperately searching for something. I had gotten my body tattooed two weeks ago and I also got the mafia logo inked on my body. It is important for a high rank mafia to have tattoos on his body. I didn't get it all this years because of my ailment, but now that I can have someone touch my body without having to feel like I'm dying, I decided to get the best that I can.

Instead, the place where the tattoo should’ve been was reddish and wrinkled—a common effect of tattoo removal. “Con il sangue, veniamo. Con il sangue, andiamo,” Val mumbled. “With blood, we come. With blood, we go.” I met her gaze. “This, my dear, is the Omerta tattoo of Cosa Nostra.” She swiped the image to Domenico’s. A very shirtless Domenico. I had never met Domenico Guerra upfront, but I had gotten a good idea of how he looked. If he and Adonis walked into the room, all eyes would turn to Domenico first before moving to Adonis. It was not to say that Adonis was less handsome, but there was something about Domenico that could steal the spotlight. And the same was with his sister.

Lucas explained, I sat up on the hospital bed “Branded him with what?” I asked “I don't know but him being branded is sort of a Mafia thing. Who ever killed him rans a Cartel and was sending a message” Lucas explained, I covered my palms remembering how heavily guarded Vincent was, who would manage to kill him?. “And am guessing it's not Lord and his gang” I said “No it isn't. I don't even know if Lord is aware of this” Lucas said with a sign, he sat next to me looking as dejected as I felt.

Chiara Moretti Alessandro stared down at me, his jaw tight. "You say that now," he said, and took a step toward me. "But you do not understand what you are asking for, Chiara. The mafia world is not a boardroom. It is not about signing papers or making smart investments. It is a world built on blood, loyalty, and extreme violence. It is filled with people who will not hesitate to cut your throat just to send a message."

No daylight, no damn ventilation, just me, four walls, and the lingering scent of piss and betrayal. I wasn’t chained up like some criminal. No, they wanted me alive enough to bleed slowly. I clenched my jaw, as my thoughts drifted somewhere else with blood crusted at the corner of my mouth, the metallic taste making me growl. The only thing ringing in my head louder than the news broadcast was one word: Alessia and The White Book. That file was my damn insurance policy and my last resort to destroy everything that existed in the Mafia Family. A powerful ledger so vile, so goddamn explosive it would make the FBI piss their pants and make the Mafia run for cover.

He leaned further back into the chair, with that lazy smirk still playing on his lips. "You're a part of the mafia." Inker said. "Bingo." He said right away, then just observed us with that strange look in his eyes for a while before saying, "The day any one of you decides to open your mouth and tell a commoner about what we do, you will be dead. Disloyalty to the syndicate's only reward is death. It is inevitable, no matter who the person is." Inker's face had turned pale, and I had no doubt that mine would look the same. Gulping, I decided to change the subject and go straight to the point, "So, how do you intend to help me?"

I let the words hang in the air. Vincent looked at me, his expression complex. He knew that once this test was done, there was no going back. “No… no test needed…” Dante’s voice grew faint. “Of course I’m his son…” “Then you shouldn’t have a problem with it,” I said with a smile. “It’s the best way to prove your innocence, after all.” Francesca stared at the tattoo. As an old-school mafiosa, she knew exactly what that symbol meant. Bratva ink wasn’t for show; it signified blood and loyalty.

He asked me. “So you’re looking for something serious then?” I asked back, earning myself a defeated sigh from him. “Listen Cole, you don’t need to tell me exactly who you are or what you do but given the reactions you have gotten from people I kind of have an idea, therefore I don’t want any part of it.” I state and before he could say anything I stand up from the booth and quickly walk back into the kitchen, letting a few minutes pass before going back outside but when I do, I see that the booth that we were sitting at is now empty, hating the feeling of disappointment that I was mustering up from within inside of me. I sigh, biting my lip as I walk over to the booth to pick up the mug he

Her heart plummeted to the floor. The invincible mafia ? She overheard Ash talk terrible about mafia who work as underdogs for powerful men in New York. She flipped away then saw an article about Belinda Grant and Daniel Godson's marriage. Nah. Couldn’t be. His position on marriage had been clear. They’d never even broached the subject of kids when they were together. He’d always insisted on using protection when they were together even when she’d reassured him she was on the pill. Was he only that careful with her?