Mafia Rules Novels & Stories

Seems like this shipment was important, or the fact that Dominic was able to retaliate against his father was even more shocking. However, from what I knew, the mafia world recognizes no family ties. It is ruled under a single law - either you are strong or weak. Being a father and being older doesn't necessarily mean you could get the upper hand. Matteo cursed over the line, “Your motherfucking cunt! Just? You call that 'just'?”

He stopped halfway down the aisle, his eyes locking with mine. "Giovanni Sokolov, you lost the chance to be tied to Italy’s prominent mafia family, the Conti, through marriage. By our ancient rules, that forfeiture means you also forfeit the outright chance to be Pakhan!" My jaw clenched. "Kuznetsov," I said, my voice dangerously calm, "your presence here is an insult. And who are you to question my right? By our own rules, you are as unfit as anyone you might accuse. Your family's alliances are fluid, your reach is limited."

His jaw clenched, and his entire body went rigid. "You tricked me," he growled. I shook my head. "Let me remind you of something, Antonio. The day we finalized our deal, you proudly lectured me about the rules of the Mafia Council. Do you remember those rules?" Antonio remained silent, his jaw clenched so tightly that I could see the muscle twitch. "One of those rules states that in our world, any land won fairly in a game of power is legally owned by the victor," I continued, stepping closer. "So tell me… what exactly did I do wrong?"

Until he reached near the end: Marco DeSanti – Shared Sky (Sun and Moon) Symbol: Shattered Wheel Status: Claimed Alessandro felt a lump in his throat. He had taken Marco’s life. In the chapel, during the eclipse. It wasn’t merely punishment; it was part of something bigger—a ritual. He kept turning the pages. In transit Symbol: Withheld Event: Incomplete No name. No status. He flipped the page and hesitated. The last entry was sealed with wax, marked by a black seal that bore the same symbol the priestess had drawn in Marco’s blood.

Jeremy’s POV According to the mafia rule number three, “Once a mafia leader steps down, he can never reclaim the position if he is seventy years or older, even in the event of his successor’s death. In such a case, leadership must pass either to another blood relative or to the council’s appointed second-in-command.”

Seth angrily spoke as his nostrils flared. He pulled me behind his. My eyes caught him slipping from the warehouse, " Brother, he is running away. " I pointed at him with my finger. Seth cursed, " I want Patrizio alive. " Seth shouted orders. Mother also tried to run but his gun stopped her, " Not a chance. " He shook his head slowly, " Take her out of sight. " He intensely said. " Yes, boss. " I heard from a man. " Are you a mafia? " I asked him.

Irene looked away nervously, 'I am not from the Mafia, I am the Mafia! Seeing that she had no intention of speaking, Hart continued while hiding the anticipating in his heart. " Although I know this situation is inconvenient for you but without knowing the cause behind this phenomenon, we can't unreasonably shift the blame on one side and demand total cooperation especially when it concerns our safety, can we? " Sensing the meaning behind his words, Irene looked back at him with a wary expression. " Then what do you want? " Hart grinned innocently, he held two fingers in front of him and said casually:" Two million"

I threatened. "You want to know my opinion in this whole situation?" he asked. "Not really," I admitted. "But I have a feeling that you're going to tell me anyway." "Indeed I will," he chuckled. "Try to be open minded on this, Caty. He may not be that bad. He's a man from the Mafia and the number one rule in the Mafia is always respect what's yours, adore and cherish. It's a Catholic thing, I know. But he can't violate the number one rule right? Not if he's Boss."

Author's P.O.V The meeting room was full of people. Everyone was shouting to make his word acceptable. Just he was sipping his wine silently. "Just enough. We are mafia. There is no ideal rule in our dictionary. We can do anything for out benefit" A mafia leader spoke up. "Shhhhhhhh" Everyone went quiet when he opened his mouth. He put the glass on the table then looked up at the mafia leader who shouted earlier. "If you want to do business here, in my territory you have to obey my rules, James. You have to follow the ideal rules" He said.

He started off. I looked at him, because that sentence — it's tone — it sounded to me like something that should have been followed up with a other sentence, like he wanted to say something else to join in. And I was right. "But if I am being honest with you, my love," He said. "Sometimes, it can get pretty messy." I stared at him. "What's that supposed to mean?" I had to ask him. "The basis of dealing with Mafia Empires are pretty simple," He starts to explain. "Order, pay, get and go."