Mafia Men Novels & Stories

Xavier stated twirling his spaghetti around his fork "I'll take you there one day." "I'd be honored." I smiled "What exactly do you do you know where?" "Everything a normal mafia does." Xavier said to me softly and I looked around to make sure no one was listening "We're the biggest and most deadly mafia in Italy. We don't deal with drugs though. We leave that out the mix but we do everything else." "You kill people then?" I asked shyly

Black Men Society, who happened to be my group and Vendetta Cascade— the one that Liam Fajardo owns, have been adversaries for decades now. BMS ranks as the largest and wealthiest mafia group in the whole world which consist of two hundred and twenty men all over the world while he had two hundred and eight thousand. Fajardos wanted to be the most powerful one, however, they failed to do so. Even before when my father was still alive and was still the leader, he had many enemies and Vendetta Cascade is the one who stood out.

If you're all about safe, good-guy heroes in your romances, this might not be your cup of tea. Each of these Mafia Men carries their own set of scars, desires, and strengths, seeking partners who accept them as they are, without expecting them to change. They're looking for compatibility, not someone who wants to mold them into something they're not. Consider this your final heads-up: Marco Costello is not your typical romantic lead. »»————————«« Trigger Warning: The following book contains imagery that may be distressing to some readers, including violence, gore, sexual content, and crude language. Reader discretion is advised.

Damian noticed her confused face. "What happened?..." He asked while other men were busy in discussions... "Why are all the girls sitting on men's lap ?" She asked looking at him, her face was near his cheek, her lips inches away from touching them... Damian looked at her and realised she definitely had no idea how men treat women in mafia... "Because they own them..." He said rubbing his rough thumb on her thigh, feeling her soft skin making her shiver in his hold... "Own them ? Are they slaves ?..."

"Look, I don't like you raising your voice in front of me! " "I am Marco vilante, ruler of the dark world, leader of the great Mafia of the world! You shouldn't dare raise your voice in front of me, sweet lady. "Marco said in a tone that sounded so frightening. Knowing who the man is before him was instantly intimidating Bella's guts, given the man's power is no joke. To rid the earth of a life like darrel was not difficult for him, nor would she for whom alexa said she was above the law.

"Tell him you'll fix it on your part, make something up. I'm trying to take care of you, that one or the other boot lickers is trying to overtake you." "I don't want you to take care of me! And that's the most twisted definition I've ever heard of caring for someone!" "Well, it's about time you realized I'm a little twisted. Mina, you're just getting to know what this whole world is about. If you let me, I can show you everything, as long as you go carefully and follow my every precaution." Your world. The business one. The mafia. The money guys. Politics. The power one.

“But a mate can be legally rejected if the pack officially refuses to accept them. Why haven’t you rejected the boy yet? He’s a Vengas! He could destroy every single one of us here!” I froze in place, my heart pounding hard, my eyes sweeping over all the faces in the room. Fully half the pack was nodding their heads in agreement, their faces set and hard. “Reject Noah?” I said, my voice shaking violently with white-hot rage. “You’re all truly out of your minds with fear. I’m the Alpha here, Marcus. My father personally gave me this position, and not even you pathetic elders can take it away from me now. Noah’s my mate, Vengas or not, and he’s clearly not a danger to anyone!”

Without turning sideways, I could already feel Dominic's anger and annoyance, but I wasn't sure if it was because of what Luca said about the deal. My gaze shifted to the group of men Luca pointed to earlier, their expressions were unreadable, but their presence alone radiated power. No one approached them, and those close to them kept their distance. Who were these people who could bring all these prideful mafias under one roof? One of them lit a cigarette, while the others drank by themselves, their sharp eyes sweeping over the crowd as if searching for their prey. From the way they carried themselves, and their appearances, I was sure they were Italians, no doubt.

“Go to your room, I’ll have a maid give you your food there, okay?” Chiara hesitantly nodded. She didn’t want to go yet, but she knew they would never include her. She got up, nervously walking away as she felt everyone’s gaze on her. The room remained silent for a few moments. The tension very palpable and uncomfortable until Luka spoke. “Do you really know the implications of having Chiara here?! She’s not just one of his granddaughters and his first one at that?!” Dante groaned, rubbing his temples to sooth his incoming headache. “I know the consequences and I have my reasons for what I’m doing. You all should mind your business and let me do what I want, I’m still your leader.”

She raised an eyebrow but said nothing more. Then Don Marchetti stood and raised his glass for the room’s attention. “Gentlemen, it is time for wrestling,” he announced. “A fight to the death. The best mafia wins.” Four men from the biggest mafia groups came out, and none of them was from my syndicate. “Dante De Luca,” a mafia Don called out. “None of your men are here. Do you not believe in your strength?” “None of those men matches half the power my men have,” I said. “I cannot waste my men’s energy on some soft bones.”