Mafia Men Novels & Stories

She saw when another group of scary looking men came out of the building,holding heavy ruffles, Luca's men were fast in drawing out their weapons in order to protect their boss. The question about who he was,long answered as its answer was in front of her. Luca was in the Mafia.

After wiping my tears, I ask him, “Why do you want us to play husband and wife?” He answers, calmly, “Being the capo of a mafia family, there is constant pressure to increase my power. So, I have been receiving a proposal from Julia Pentanova’s father, who is a rich and powerful man in the mafia. My brother keeps nagging about how important it is to marry her, but I don’t want to.” His frustration is clear in his voice.

He never fucking liked me and I did nothing to earn his approval because I would never get it. l am Alessia Ferrari the Don of the Italian mafia. Father only passed it down to me because he is dying and he has no male heirs, which is quite unfortunate for the bastard. He did not even have any illegitimate sons despite the fact that he fucked day in and day out. He hated watching me take over his mafia, making it mine, making the power mine. But I never asked for this life.

Well, on a normal day I will not go in just to avoid a problem but not today, I want the trouble as long as I get the answer to what the bastard spit out earlier. I don't know why but for a reason I didn't see them move or stuck towards me. In Fact they were bowing before me. That was new, shocking too. I'm not surprised most of his men are weaklings. If you want to run a mafia I wonder why you won't select able, fearless men to be your men instead you go for female men. Turning back I realized that my grandpa was standing behind me. Now I get it they were bowing for the old man. Almost everyone in Chicago and American NYC mostly fear the old man.

All the women scream, the men follow behind, jimmy tried to run out in the crowd, but the mafia bosses men catch him. Soon everyone was out, it was just Manuel, his four men and Jimmy, tied up and a rag in his mouth. “Take him with us, let’s see how daddy feels about the next future heir to his mafia throne trying to rape one of my girls!” He mocked him at the mafia throne part.

One of them asked me. These men were not your regular thugs. They were mafians owned by a ruthless pack in the human world. They were involved in murder, kidnapping and rapes if ordered. They accepted various assignments, but Scarlett specifically ordered for them through her father's influence. Although they needed to receive permission for this kind of particular mission, they still obeyed. "Don't you dare, if you still value your lives." I said, giving them a warning glare. The men just laughed it off. They just wanted to try their luck. It seemed it wasn't possible. The chick was not bad for people like them. They don't look at the eyes of women. And that was because such eyes were rampa

"Spoken like a real man, maybe you should grow like one first... mentally I mean" "I'll take that as a complement... I'm every inch a man physically" "Okay, I'll take my seat now" Shawn released a breath, behind all his playfulness, times like these were difficult, he could only wish that she would be able to forgive him, that she wouldn't leave. "Do you know about Mafias stuff?" "Yeah, they traffic women, children... everyone, kill people, go around with guns, shoot random people and go scot free, associated with rape, drugs, violence"

I looked down at the floor, not being able to face anyone there. He raised an eyebrow, flicking the cigarette onto the floor and snuffing it out with his shoe, "Respectable man, huh? You want a respectable man?" "Nikolai Costello is the Godfather, isn't he? The most respectable man in not just the entire Cosa Nostra but also other crime families too," he said, putting his hands in his pockets and looking at Mama as if she said anything wrong, he'd shoot her. "Of course," she nodded.

I needed to communicate to Tyler where and when I will be free today, I missed the previous night, he must be mad at me. Still stretching out on the bed, I still could not reach out to my phone. I turned my head to the side and saw a huge painting by the wall. It was a man who I recognized, Mariano the most notorious ruthless mafia leader. Some say he is a tyrant, others say he is a psychopath and a maniac.

“Just get this over with so I can go home.” “Indeed.” His expression sharpened. “What do you know of the mafia, Mia?” “As little as possible.” When she had first realized exactly what her father did, Mia had made a deliberate choice to avoid it at all costs. Her stepmother had helped shield her the best she could, and she had remained mostly ignorant toward the evil her father committed. “There are varying groups who oversee criminal activity in our fair city, but the three most powerful are the Irish, Italians, and Russians.” He