Mafia Men Novels & Stories

Iesha's Pov I knelt down with the other girls my age in front of the famous Hunter Beckham, my gaze lowered as my body trembled at the thought of who he was going to pick. Sweat dripped from my head and I felt a little bit nauseated, however, any mistake in front of him could cost me my life. Hunter Beckham was a well known Vampire Mafia. I had never seen him but I heard how horrible of a man he was. I heard he had no respect for women and would stop at nothing to destroy anyone standing against the empire handed over to him by his father.

Sherry had heard stories about the female mafia bosses are vicious, ruthless women who were just as cruel as the men they worked with. "Two hundred thousand!" shouted a voice from the back. Sherry looked up for the first time, her eyes wide with panic. The man who had bid was tall, dressed in a sleek grey suit. His red eyes glowed like embers in the dim light. A Mafia. Next to him stood another man, holding an umbrella over his head even though there wasn’t a drop of rain. The second man’s smile sent a chill down Sherry’s spine. There was something wrong with him from his calm demeanor.

"Who master Max?" "Nothing." How is that woman knows that Omega? Maximillian asks himself. After an hour of travelling, Maximillian arrived at the manor of his clan, where Nostra Adamus mafia clan can be found far away from the city. Legis opened his door for him, when Maximillian got out of the car, his waiting people immediately bowed and greeted him, Maximillian walked straight ahead with Legis following him in the back. "Did Mr. Sanchez, agreed on our terms?" Maximillian ask.

From the three-car convoy, emerged some men in black suit, all armed with big riffles. I had been sold to a rich and powerful mafia, but he was surprisingly younger than the big mafias I read on in books and watch in movies. The only thing he had in common with the mafias I knew was his choice for few words. He wasn’t a good talker, and he was as mean as a tiger would be when it hunts its meal. Here, I was his meal, and he was the tiger, and as the deer that had been hunted and was to be fed on by the tiger, I ought not to see the tiger smile.

the Irish Mafia, the Italian cosa nostra, the Turkish mafia and the Russian bravta Different day; different criminal. He probably just wanted to survive and keep his family intact and in power, but I was sure Dario kept him busier than the mafia men, trying to keep a grown man out of trouble all the time. Unlike some other influential families, like mine, that actually profited from it. My father was a monster, just like Dario’s father is but just albeit a bigger one. “And who do we have here?,” The mayor's heavily accented voice and leering made the back of my arms tingle and not in a good way.

Casey said. "I don't know," I murmured, shaking my head. I had no idea who it could be. Also, reporting to the police was out of it! If everything I had noticed about Giovanni was right, plus my experience with him, then Marco was like Giovanni. They were dangerous men who could kill anyone without batting a lash. They don't care about the person's importance in society, and they don't just get in their way. The Mafians. It wasn't a new thing to me. I knew a lot of things about them and believed most operated underground but I had never for once would have thought Giovanni would be involved with them.

“You have no idea who the fuck you are talking to right now. I ought to whip you until you bleed for this disobedient and disrespectful outburst.” Her eyes widened and her mouth went dry as it hung open. Not at his threats but rather the vclaim that he made—his words echoing in her mind. The mafia king? As in the leader of the vicious MMM group from Karachi? Never in a million years had Anissa thought that she would be facing the leader of the most powerful mafia in the country. The identity of the leader of the mafia was kept hidden from the public but his malicious and merciless killings and acts were infamous throughout the country. Anissa wasn’t that much of a news person or a socialite

There's a pause, then a sigh, “The man who ordered the hit on you two last night wasn’t Italian.” I furrow my brows, wasn't Italian? That can't be right "I know what I heard last night." "I'm not disputing the fact that the men who shot you weren't Italian, I'm just saying that while they are part of the mafia, their status in the family isn't permanent." "Explain." “They’re heirs, Aaron", Cillian states, “Sons of made men. Kids who haven’t earned their spot at the table yet. Meaning they can be rented out. Bought. Borrowed or simply used and discarded whenever they feel like it.”

She had her eyes fixed intently on me, threatening to pierce through mine if I didn’t speak up quickly. My teeth chattered against their will. A sudden cold seeped into my bones and made me shiver slightly. Maybe it was because I saw myself back in the past at that moment. And standing right in the middle of the council room that had the three most powerful mafia men in the city. Oliver Flynn Moretti. Sanchez Harry Rossi. Donatello Morano. Three best friends who’d sworn never to give power to any other family except themselves. Men who had loyalty for breakfast, blood for lunch, and power beneath their feet.

Gideon explained simply, flicking a stray curl off his forehead. I crossed my arms over my chest, studying his unreadable expression. "You fuck men now?" "You fuck women too," he countered without missing a beat, his dark eyes locked on mine with that infuriatingly cool stance. "I do, and I don't deny it," I shot back, taking a step closer. "But you? The most feared mafia kingpin in Noctara? Do your men even know you do that? Your circle? Council? Gang...whatever?" He shrugged, his taut shirt stretching over his broad shoulders as he tilted his head. "It's my life. My problem."