Mafia Madman Novels & Stories

Ivana pursed her lips and then shook her head, "The man is more than he appears. He has shadows and demons of his own. He rules 85% of the in land and off shore mafia in the continent. Bratva other branches, Cosa Nostra, Yakuza you name it and he has submissive alliance everywhere. Where are you planning to run? To Mars?" I felt fresh fear awoke in me. I had never met him before but I had heard of his reputation. I was caution around him in the beginning too. But his harmless smile and cordial behavior had drawn me to oblivion. Now hearing it from her, I felt my blood run cold. The vast Earth would close upon me when Luca will be on the chase forme. I closed my eyes and held my head in my bo

A shake of his head was a reply. “What else do you have on his? What sort of criminal is he?” Raising his eyes, he peered at her. “Not only is he a human trafficker, He belongs to the biggest sex club in the country. He is also a serial killer, and he has a whole family of young men who help him kidnap girls. This man I am talking about is really dangerous; we have to find him.” “How come the Mafia are good guys now?” She placed a finger on her chin. “I mean, what does the most dangerous man in the world want to do with him?”

'My name?' He asked with a shocked expression. 'Yes.' He frowned and looked me in the eyes. 'Giovanni, my name is Giovanni LaRosa.' I smiled to myself. It's long and sexy, just what I hoped for. 'Okay, uhmm...' I was thinking what question I could ask. 'Do you do illegal stuff?' I asked. 'Yes. I do.' He said. Jesus, that was easy.. I nodded my head and thought of the possible thing he did. Maybe he killed more than just my sister. Or he is into drugs. Or woman export. You never know. But I'm already screwed, so fuck it.

“They’re brothers. Mafia in Sicily. The head honcho, Aamon De Luca, their dad, was killed.” My mind keeps drifting back to something I caught on TV a while back in Sierra’s office. She seemed to know the brothers and had a soft spot for one of them. I squint, trying to recall her exact words. She was pretty specific, like there was more beneath the surface. I thought about digging deeper then, but it didn’t seem relevant to either of my jobs. “The organization is falling apart. Nolan and Flint are on the brink of a full-blown war.” “And?” How well does Sierra really know these guys? Sometimes, the ties between people run deeper than they look.

I wanted to spit on him to slap him or do something but I was tied up and I didn't know the level of insanity of who I was dealing with. "Who the fuck are you." I said, he laughed, a very sinister laughter before talking. "I am Luca, the don of the Sicilian Mafia, and you, little stripper are here so I can get to your little man." My heart did a full one eighty, Sicilian? As in Sicily? The man who almost killed Matteo and I, I was in the lion's den and from my bleeding jaw and the knife in his hands, this man did not have any good plans for me.

Kennedy came closer and whispered to me. " I will not leave you here alone," I answered. "This is an order, Claire ." He said to me with a serious voice and worried face at the same time. He has a higher rank in the mafia than me and there is a rule in the mafia clan. If you get an order from someone who is in a higher position than you, you need to do it. So I don't have a choice. I just nod as a reply. They are all ready to attack us when,

Chapter 2 Angelo; In my world, traitors and snitches are a deadly sin. Unforgivable except through death. I am Angelo Fabian. The number one ruthless Mafia Don in the whole fucking casino. And everyone, I mean, every single fucking individual knows not to mess with me. Standing in front of the three dimwits kneeling before me, rage surged in me as I corked the gun. "Now, are you willing to tell me why the hell none of you bastards have captured that traitor? Do I have to rip your tongue off before I get a goddamn explanation?"

The wheels of retribution spun in his mind, turning with a calculated precision. In the depth of his thoughts, Haider's anger transformed into resolve. He would unleash his fury upon those who sought to disrupt his world. His gaze hardened, revealing the indomitable spirit that had elevated him to the pinnacle of power. With a silent vow, Haider knew that the hunt had begun. No stone would remain unturned, no ally of deceit would escape his wrath. A storm was brewing, and he, the biggest and most fearsome mafia, would unleash his full force upon those who dared to challenge him.

He always does what he wants. We were in our room. Luckily, he didn't scold me nor Thomas. Although I was sad. I was continuously looking at him. I was smiling to see him in front of me. He was working on his laptop. I had to convince him not to take me with him nor he should go. I had heard, mostly the Mafia stayed there. Once I went there, there would be no chance of me coming back in my life. I didn't dream such a pathetic and horrible life for me. He never raised his hand, but I couldn't trust him as he broke my hand once and the second time he wrapped his hand around my neck. After all he is the Mafia himself. I glanced at him. His eyes were fixed in his laptop and files.

“Quit looking at me and sign the damn papers already. We've got a lot of other things to get to.” I nodded nervously, skimming over the papers quickly, my pen poised over the signature line. It would be fatal to defy my father. Norman Stravkos was a no nonsense man. The head of a powerful underground Mafia gang. A pesky drug lord that evaded the hands of the law like sudden lightening. His word was law, and his actions — unbred chaos.