Mafia Men Novels & Stories

Stephen, Victor, John and Romano was gulping alcohol like their life depends on it while Mariano and Alexander were busy flirting with some women. "You see. That's James, the boss of the New York mafia. That's Dimitri, the boss of the Russian mafia. Everyone of this room is a mafia boss or a boss' right hand or their trustworthy men." Bella explained, pointing at two men who seemed to be their late forties. I nodded and sipped on my coke. Suddenly the dj started playing rock music and everyone rushed to the dance floor with their partner. That blonde grabbed Nicolas and pulled him on the dance floor and started rubbing her ass on his front.

He grinned, whirling me around and showing off his perfectly white teeth, I hate the fact that these people are always too handsome and most of them aren't the scary and scar-filled mafia lords I was told about, not even the ones with ugly teeth and tattered look I read from books. The set of mafia men I get to experience are the ones with beautiful sculptured faces, a perfect jawline, beautiful tribal tattoos inking their whole body, and beautiful diamonds adorning their ears, they are perfectly irresistible, the only thing ugly about them is their soul, who knows maybe they traded them for the beautiful face they all own.

I am reckless and don’t think before I act, usually, I swing my hands and knock them out before they even thought I would. I gazed at all four of the men. There was one whose wrist looked like it had been broken before by the way he tried to keep it hidden which was the perfect weakness, another one his nose was very crooked most likely from it being broken before by the structure, and the other two looked stronger. I still found each and every one of their weaknesses, they also looked like they were from the same branch under the American mafia. Well, this will be easy! “Hey, don’t she look familiar to you guys?” one of them asked.

Aleena and sukoon meet their friends and they all talk with each other they do lots of gossips and aarav vihaan on the other side sits together and watch their wives Vihaan asked did you both have a love marriage?in which aarav said yes. For some time aarav did not say anything. Then he asked if you don't mind, can I ask you something? Yeah sure, ask me. Are you vihaan khan king of Italy? Hearing this, vihaan looked at aarav and did not say anything for a while then he asked "how do you know?" Aarav smiles and said because I am king of London vihaan eyes get wide hearing this he said oh got it that's why you know me who am I

Several men, ranging from their thirties to fifties, sat around on the couches, all deeply engaged in whatever one of them was saying. My heart skipped a beat when my eyes locked onto one of them. He stood behind a man sitting on the couch, his arms crossed. His expression screamed ‘don’t mess with me,’ and I quickly looked away. His eyes had ‘KILLER’ written all over them. Every man in here either had tattoos peeking out from their black suits or marks on their knuckles. With that simple observation, I didn’t need anyone to tell me that I’d just walked into a room full of Mafias.

He was charming in a lethal wayb and every word he said made it harder to maintain the armor I’d built. The dinner went for hours. His associates exchanged stories about drug shipments and bodies dumped in canals like they were trading stock tips. I sipped water and listened. Every detail was ammunition. Every smile from Nikolai was a taunt. He had no idea I was the pin under the elephant's foot. Eventually the night advanced and everyone was starting to leave until I was left alone with him. He leaned back and stretched as if he hadn’t just spent hours surrounded by monsters. I tried to imagine the kind of man he would have been if he hadn't become a criminal but I came out blank. A crimina

Ella's pov He left me hanging, my panties are with him the devil 👿, I did my business and moved to the waiting room, the place was set. One thing about the mafia they are good at throwing parties, this is really beautiful I said to myself peeping from the door. The deco was amazing and don't get me started about the men and women looked, they all look exquisite. Many looked out calculating their next move of course it's a mafia party and violence is their language. Dennis mom came over looking into my eyes.

Cigar smoke curled into the air, mixing with the heavy scent of aged whiskey and the tension that hung thick in the room. Twelve men—elders of the Casa Nova Mafia Syndicate—sat in silence, their expressions unreadable, carved from years of bloodshed and power games. At the head of the table sat Mr. Scott, fingers drumming restlessly. His jaw was clenched, veins bulging in his neck as he slammed a fist down on the table. “What the fuck is going on, Scott?” barked one of the elder mafiosi, a man with a glass eye and a serpent tattoo snaking down his neck.

You could’ve heard a pin drop. “I never wanted the throne,” Rafa continued. “I only took it because Antonio would’ve destroyed everything. Now that he’s gone, I'm done.” He glanced at me before he went on. “You’re all free to leave, no debt, no blood ties, and no consequences. You can all walk away today and start new lives.” The men exchanged looks, some shocked, some relieved. Kane didn't move or speak. Rafa went on. “If you want to stay with me, not as soldiers or mafia, but as security for my business, you can. But I won't force anything.”

His mere presence was enough. "You know what happens to those who steal from us," Alessandro finally spoke, his voice low and steady. "But you didn’t just steal. You sold names. Family names." "I didn’t mean to," the man gasped, his breath hitching. "It wasn’t supposed to go that far." Giovanni made a soft sound in his throat, a mix of a sigh and a growl. Then, a figure emerged from the shadows near the sacristy—the priestess.