Mafia Rules Novels & Stories

The room was silent. Andrea exhaled sharply through her nose. When Luna Vienna glanced at her, she simply arched a brow as if saying now do you see why I shot him? Andrea turned toward Adriano, arms crossed. “The last rule of the Mafia,” she said, her voice calm but firm, “is that you never hurt women and children.” Her jaw clenched slightly. “And in this case, she’s both.” Adriano didn’t answer immediately. He just studied his sister, his expression unreadable.

“Do you think that he wants to die? He loves his life just like you love money and it is just circumstance that made him not to be able to meet up with the deadlines we gave him.” He stopped talking and looked up to me for a response. “I get your point, Gregory and I respect you like an elder brother and a father but, you know the rules.” I straightened my shirt, heaving a sigh and waiting for his reply. “Every debt must be paid, whether by collateral or by blood. Rule number nine.” “You made the rules.” I squinted at him, standing up and going to the bar to grab a drink and a glass cup. I poured it in slowly, my eyes heavy from all the sleepless night and the Mafia meetings that have been h

she tapped the second book, "covers the rules specific to your position." "There are rules just for me?" I asked, glancing between the two books. Does the mafia organization have written rules? Fuck! "There are rules for everyone, Mistress, but yours is somehow tricky." She responded, folding her hands in front of her. "No outsider has ever been made mistress of this house before. You are the first." I let out a small, surprised sound. "The first?" My eyes widened.

But I couldn’t stop now. Riccardo Moretti never needed to raise his voice to command respect. His presence alone did that. “I refuse to believe I raised such a stupid daughter,” he said evenly. “You still don’t get it? In this world, no one does what they want. Everyone does what they must.” “I know,” I replied quickly. “I know how the mafia works. Rules. Deals. Hierarchy. But—” “But nothing,” he interrupted again. “Everything has a price.”

I continued trying to understand what he meant by that. "Yes, in the Mafia world there is a rule guiding us," he started. "And the rules is that we should not kill our fellow mob no matter what he does." He broke the rule, he killed his fellow mob because of me. "Or what?" I asked. "The person will be punished severely" he said, still with his cool face, he looked so unbothered. "So you will get punished?" I asked, I was scared because I didn't know the kind of punishment he was going to receive. What if they cut his legs off or even kill him.

Who would’ve known that he could speak something related to law? “But let me remind you that we’re not in court Mr.Cooper, we’re not even gathered here for business matters but as one mafia. And here are the members composed of leaders of different mafia organizations, so definitely we’re in a mafia world. And we’re all aware of what law is, in a mafia. The rules are, those who commit crimes, forbidding to have peace between us and especially the traitors, should be punished severely.” Natalia shot back.

Before I met Marco, I already had the streets in my control. It wasn’t easy at first. Because I had to fight head to head, fist to fist, knife to knife, gun to gun, name it, you have it! The rules of living on the streets are tough. And only those who survive them remain. And only those who are not scared of death get to muster their strength and sit on the throne. I learned on the streets that being fierce is not enough to win any battle. Fierceness is bland. One has to spice it with humor and concern, respect and loyalty, in order to secure the alliance and submission of those that are in your legion.

As I admired the building I stood glued to the ground. When Nicholas had wrapped his arm around my waist and slowly moved forward, it was then that I could move from my spot, even though it was unwillingly. "If you like, you can follow one simple rule, 'only speak when spoken to'. I do not mind if you speak freely but I know you do not like to speak and this rule is very common in our world. Mafia's are very traditional when it comes to relationships between men and women, especially in a marriage. Nobody would notice anything weird about your quiet and hesitant behavior. But, if you do decide to follow it you have to follow it through completely. If you understand what I mean." I nodded my

With my cousin ruling this city and the entire side of this world, like a king he is, I had to be a good cousin for him or he would ban us from coming here. Even if he does favor me, I will still honor our agreement. Our families are big and the whole world will always watch us. It’s the reason that we try to be the good kind of mafia. It still doesn’t change the fact that though we are still a mafia who kill and do illegal things. “I never thought I would say this but… I miss Italy.” I said to Franco who followed me inside the penthouse. He chuckles. “We could go home for a week and come back.”

Mine was the fifth generation to reach senior year. The families took an oath that Rochester was safe ground for those who studied and trained to work or rule the family business. For each family, the ruler was chosen by birthright. I’m the oldest Brambilla heir and hold the future in my hands or for a better explanation, my dick. My job is to also make an heir, preferably a male born first. I couldn’t change destiny and I’d be fucking damned if I wanted to. Let me make it very clear, I don’t. What I’ve done is break Rochester’s golden rules and enjoyed it. There are tons of rules here but only two could get you kicked out of the academy.