Mafia Madman Novels & Stories

'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.

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?"

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.

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.

"pl-e-ase... I moaned out loud. I am begging the devil for his touch proving that I am his SLUT. His gun made contact with my harden nipples and all I knew at that moment was I was looking forward to be his SLUT (end of mature content) I was really a SLUT because the devil just left the room without touching me. I wasn't expecting that at all because to him I am a slut and I should be used for his sexual escapades, he just left without a word which made me know he is bipolar man. I mean he switchs within minutes, this minutes he is sort of cool the next he is something you can't explain. Yes, he is a mafia leader and his moves shouldn't be known, I feel he and his dad have something like a s

"Now you can imagine what I am capable of doing to you, right? You see, my little Love, I could crush your neck right now, and no one would ever know. I could strip you down and fuck you right here on this bed, and absolutely no one would come to save you." His smirk vanished, replaced by an expression of pure, chilling stone. "So, this is my final warning. Do not test my patience. I am already having a very hard time keeping my cool around you, and you are being fucking impossible. The next time you decide to open your smart mouth, think very carefully about the consequences. Alright?" "Y-yes," I choked out, the tears flowing freely now. "Are... are you in the mafia?" the words tumbled out