Mafia Novels & Stories

When the red haze of fury finally cleared, I found myself standing over Helena's prone form, my hands sticky with blood. The warehouse had fallen silent, the fight over. But the real battle, I realized as I turned to face Aliyah's shocked gaze, was just beginning. Aliyah Sundane The world had tilted on its axis, everything I thought I knew crumbling around me. Alessandro, my Alessandro, was standing before me, his hands dripping with blood, his eyes wild with a fury I'd never seen before. Mafia. The word echoed in my mind, alongside the images from the folder Helena had shown me. Newspaper clippings of gang violence, photos of Alessandro with known criminals,

I'm thinking the last one was pretty spot on. " I mean- He's just Killian Russel.. a ruthless billionaire who does whatever he wants " He nodded his head. " Interesting.... " He said and I stood up. Walking away from him I silently went into a room which was just Madam A and Delilah. Madam A didn't notice me a since she was turned and Delilah didn't either. She banged her stick. " Again " Delilah prepped herself before she turned swinging her back leg up but failing to hold it.

I bite my lower lip and sighed deeply. " We should go. " he politely said, resting his hand on my lower back. " He's Antonio Rego, younger brother of my father. He is also mafia. He decided things are good or bad for his people. He likes everything to work according to him. You'll speak when it requires. " he said and caught sight of me. " I had heard, you are the Emperor." I asked, " You didn't talk about it. I was thinking um.. " I stopped.

I had thought about it before coming here, i just wanted to know what their thoughts were on it. “Problem solved then” Luca muttered clapping his hands. "You have to do what you've got to do" rafael said from beside me. “I would see you guys tomorrow, i have to go” grabbing my keys from beside me, i headed out of the club. Women were always considered weakness in the mafia and most times it gets the strongest man killed. It's just for a year i thought as i opened the door and went straight to the basement without getting out of my suit.

Poverty became endemic, and the population found itself strangled by a system that left them with no hope. It is in this context of extreme precariousness that the mafia took shape. It appeared first as a local response, a means for the destitute to protect their interests, even to survive. The original mafioso is often a miserable person expelled from his lands, forced to wander, sometimes to beg, or to become a bandit. But another profile of mafioso exists: the wealthy landowner who, to maintain control, employs henchmen ready to intimidate, extort, and eliminate his enemies, thereby avoiding the official justice system, perceived as slow and corrupt.

The night at the casino might have been one of them. “We could ask for help from the Famiglia, what do you think?” my advisor suggested. “Not yet. This is more personal than we thought,” I maintained my impassive expression. In the mafia, “Famiglia” refers to a centralized structure, much like a family, comprised of members within the criminal organization. The word “famiglia” in Italian means “family.” In the mafia, our structure is highly hierarchical and organized, with a chain of command, established loyalties, and a framework of mutual support among members.

asked Hazel. “You won’t believe me,” said Michelangelo. “Tell us,” said Renata. “You must have heard about SMS,” said Michelangelo. “Yes,” said Sameeksha. “Uh… my family is a part of it,” said Michelangelo. “What?” asked Renata. Everyone was confused. What was he talking about? “I belong to a criminal enterprise,” said Michelangelo. “But you are a civil engineer,” said Hazel. “And I am mafia too,” said Michelangelo.

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.

He needed someone to save him. He belongs to a gang named Rangers that work undercover for the FBI. They work in a circle to eliminate the gangs like Skull, who are the main threat. They look illegal but they work under FBI. They need a doctor for Sebastian. A personal doctor provided by FBI. So the doctor don't reveal their secrets. Janis, daughter of the FBI agent Kyle. Kyle died many years ago while doing his mission and now his daughter is a doctor. The daughter of Kyle is the perfect person to treat Sebastian because she knows all the ropes of the FBI and she is trustable and won't reveal their secrets.

Natalie’s POV “Are you 100% sure Lucien?” He frowned slightly before finally answering me… “Ok fine…I heard you…” “Good…where are you headed after now?” “Uh I’ll just head out for a while. I have some things to take care of then I’ll be back home in a short while…” “What’s it about?” “It’s just business matters…” “Business? Lucien?” “Mafia business…between me and Don Nichole… you have nothing to worry about trust me…”