Mafia Rules Novels & Stories

Various looks of laughter and disgust filled the mafia boys' faces. "What are the rules?" Foster asked. I shook my head. I'd already said too much. I wasn't going to potentially embarrass both of us anymore. "Oh, come on. We're all grownups," Foster complained. "Besides, between all of us, we might be able to help you win." He looked at the other men. The call to join him was evident on his face. Turo laughed. "I'll play. What are the rules?" Rafe puffed on his cigar a few more times. "I'm game. But if you lose, you die alone, bro."

I asked. “Yes, rules, ” he replied, ” Rule #1, don’t flirt with other guys. Rule #2 don’t irritate me. Rule #3 you don’t leave unless you ask me for permission. Rule #4 if you disrespect me there will be consequences. And last but not least, Rule #5. Do what I tell you to do. “What kind of rules are those?” I frowned. “Those are the rules you’re gonna follow,” he replied. “But those rules are stupid,” I argued, “Last time I checked I was a free woman.”

Being discreet is an essential part of Sierra’s culture. Issues are being avoided like the plague. So, it was important not to get involved in fights and to never ever begin a scene. Battles with ‘ordinary’ people are only to be fought if and only if the other party starts it. Growing up with disguised security around her, this barely happens.

Vito's POV: You have one rule as a member of the Mafia; never break Omerta. They can whatever the fuck they want with you or torture you until blood runs out from your ears, but you do not break Omerta. You bleed in silence, you do not give up your family, you do not say a word about what happens within the organization, and you take the pain like a fucking man.

The Veneto Mafia crime family was said to have committed so many crimes, but it wasn't easy for the cops to arrest them because they kept a low profile and were way more powerful and smarter than the cops. "You have so many rules to abide by while in my house" he said and smirked at me. "Rules? What rules?" I asked. "Well, you will get used to my rules, don't worry," he told me, still smirking. I stared at him in anticipation of what he had to say. "Like I mentioned earlier, I don't tolerate disrespect and deserve respect at all times. Disrespect means death. I demand your total submission to my orders anytime and any day" he told me.

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.

he shakes his head at the last part. “What’s mafia law” I ask. “It’s like a pre-wedding, wedding. All the heads of family will join and witness a blood pact of sorts between your father and us. It’s like sealing a deal” I don’t know if I should be mad as fuck that Roman just made it sound like my dad sold me to them or something else. “It’s a way to insure that you’re off limits in the eyes of the rest of the families and there for makes you off limits when it comes to wars among us. Women and children are not to be fucked with, it’s like our most honored rule” Dimitri finishes for his brother.

"This is common in the mafia world, and you will soon get used to it. You are my wife, and you should support me." "My principles are against this; I will not support you in this sin even if I want to." "So stay away from my business, baby." He kissed her on the forehead and wore his coat. "I will meet you in the evening; take care of yourself." With this, he went out of the room, and Eva sat in the corner of the bed. This world is really dark; there are no people here who think like her. Eva's eyes dropped, her gaze falling on the floor as she felt a sense of isolation wash over her. She knew that she didn't fit into this world, where morality was flexible and principles were compromised. S

Chiara Moretti Alessandro stared down at me, his jaw tight. "You say that now," he said, and took a step toward me. "But you do not understand what you are asking for, Chiara. The mafia world is not a boardroom. It is not about signing papers or making smart investments. It is a world built on blood, loyalty, and extreme violence. It is filled with people who will not hesitate to cut your throat just to send a message."

he said, his voice slow and holding so much hatred. Aurelio stepped in. "Get away from her," he warned. Godfather Marcelo smirked, turning to Aurelio. "If a person is caught betraying the clan, the person gets beheaded. Clause 10 of the sacred mafioso rules," he quoted. Aurelio shifted his gaze to her. She was trembling, scared, as if she had been caught in the wrong. He could see it and could sense it as well. "Get to the point," Sin said.