Mafia Men Novels & Stories

“He wouldn’t dare. Your father’s a coward. If it weren’t for a few friends of his we’d rather not upset, he’d already be dead.” The burly one leaned in, his breath stale and warm. The overhead light caught in his eyes, turning them into something sharp and gleaming. “And as for you…” he said, grinning slow and cruel, “I’ll make sure you’re very comfortable.” “Asshole,” I snapped, though my voice shook. There were no rules in the mafia world. Not really. And I knew these men meant every word they said. Panic clawed up my throat. I felt it—hot and rising. But then—

That same hand that pulled a trigger right in front of me. I placed the photo back down. The bitterness burned through my throat like acid. The phone on the bed vibrated. A message popped up from Luca. ~ LUCA: The church priest’s file you asked for. I'm sending the details now. I unlocked the phone and scrolled through. Name: Father Kieran Hale. Background: An Unknown Orphan Occupation: Parish Priest of St. Philomena Cathedral. Age: 27. Former Occupation: A church worker. I scrolled down to see a picture attached down. He really had changed, his once tough body now looked fragile under my gaze, his faltering fake smile looked clean like he couldn't hurt a fly.

I had never done a thing like that, and simply thinking about it felt so wrong. “I can’t do that.” I refused, glancing toward the door where another woman emerged from the doctor’s office. “Ivan’s phone conversations are mostly just about business. I don’t think he would hide such a thing from me or cheat on me.” “Oh, Vanya, don’t be ridiculous.” Lora sighed, reaching for my hand to cover her palm over mine. “When a man like that starts staying out, it’s rarely just business,” she said. “He’s in the mafia, girl, and mafia men see women as nothing but properties to be acquired and kept for their pleasure. They have whores everywhere. Girls who would give anythi

Mafias often engage in secondary activities such as gambling, loan sharking, drug trafficking, prostitution, and fraud. Mafia-terrorist-type organized crime syndicate. The Russian mafia... "Bratva" The Japanese mafia... "Ninkyō dantai but is more commonly known as Yakuza" The Sicilian Mafia and the related Italian-American Mafia refer to their organizations as “Cosa Nostra” More than 5,500 members. The Sicilian Mafia has used other names to describe itself throughout its history, such as "The Honoured Society". Mafiosi are known among themselves as "men of honor" or "men of respect".

He declared, earning loud cheers from the clearly tipsy men who all settled on the red leather couches all around. "Great! How about we start by having some women brought in! Although our man here is getting married, he certainly needs to pick out a woman worthy of the coveted mistress position for when his pretty Rinaldi wife has been sufficiently used." My gaze found Diego Moreno's own as he gleefully raised his freshly topped whiskey tumbler in the air, earning himself cheers from the surrounding party as they indulged in all I had offered them. Many of the men in Mafia families, made-men taught to be nothing but ruthless and power hungry, were shit human beings and these men were no diff

He could make a kid pee in his pants just by his looks. "....I am sure that he will not be distracted by girls anymore. He will stay with his girl even after taking my position of next Capo" his lip twitched. His smile is more dangerous than Xaphan's. I stood up as I couldn't take it anymore. The only thing that was going on in my mind was that the man who is going to marry me is in Mafia! Mafia means drugs, blood, guns, murders. How could I marry a man whose profession is a crime? How would he spare my family when they don't hesitate in killing their own family members for their selfish motives.

There was a note of tenderness in his voice the whole time, indicating that he would not harm her. He's reckless and dangerous still he was calm with her last night. He had made it crystal clear, if there's any future it will be with him. Her heart went off rhythm when she heard mafia from him. There was dread in her stomach. She could still feel it. She was expecting him to be a rogue, cruel businessman but not a mafia. What would he do for a living? Killing people? Selling drugs among youngsters? kidnapping? Human Trafficking? Prostitution?

I couldn't take the suffocation I felt. My father didn't stop me. He simply sighed as I made my way past him and into the family room. I wanted to laugh at the irony. I sat on the couch and stared at the piano. I wanted to play but I knew the moment I touched that piano I would break down. I had no room for emotion in my life right now. I was going to be the biggest Mafia Don this world had ever seen. Mafia Dons have no room for emotions or family. My father taught me that early on. “Good Evening Master, Neko is making Dinner. Would you like me to play you a song?” Ayla questioned as she spotted me staring at the Grand Piano.

I shouldn’t say any more than that or they might get back with my family because that's just the way they are. Mafias are ruthless. They are rotten to their core. They aren’t the ideal men written in fictions. They’ll hurt you and put you in danger. Children shouldn’t make the mafia the standard no matter how good they came to be in fictions. They are criminals and I know all of it because I once became an underdog of a mafia. They kill ruthlessly and they don’t care how evil they become. “First you stereotyped us for being noble and now, you are stereotyping us as someone worse than a criminal.”

Ken answered, “As long as you’re with me you’ll be safe.” “Why is that?” I asked. “I am one of the most feared Mafia leaders out there,” he smirked,”Only the stupid people dare to mess with me.” “Okay then,” I mutter. “We’re here,” Cole announced. “Lets party,” Dexter cheered. We got out of the car, and I looked at the big house in front of me. “Jesus you guys must be billionaires,” I gaped. "What did u expect,” Ken clarified. We walked into the house, and I was surprised to see everyone look so……classy.