Mafia Rules Novels & Stories

Common Son". Alfredo gestured and Cesare composed himself and ascended the stairs to stand beside him. His face was hard but a little shock still lingered around. "You already know the rules son,what you need to do now is to take your oath". Cesare turned to see one of the men standing there with a voluminous book on his palms. The book contained the rules and regulations of the Ferrari Mafia. Cesare placed his right hand on the book, raised his left hand on the soldier and began swearing. "I Cesare Ferrari here by take an oath as the new Don to abide by the rules and regulations which govern this organization". Alfredo nodded his head with a smile and Cesare removed his hand. They both face

I asked "You will have to live in the mansion. Your contract is for 45 days. You can live your life the way you are living there is no objection in your living way. You will always be followed by the guards if you go out. The contract will end after 45 days and if you want to renew the contract you can come to me" he said satisfied with his rules. "Okay, I want some time to think," I said he nodded. "After a week you have to give me an answer" he said and I smiled. "Thanks, Benette" I said and we stood up.

Winter completed my question, "Participate? We are Mafia's Livia. Our m.o. is to do things outside the norms of society. We are organized, societal delinquents. Still, if you're asking if he human trafficks, then no. Crimson Clan is one of the few who don't. But since he is the Mafia King, he has to attend but doesn't participate during the auction segment." I released the breath I didn't realize I was holding and asked, "He's the Mafia king. Can't he like do something about it?" Scarlett chuckled. "It's a lot more complex than you think, but he created rules that, if broken, can be punishable by death. There is something only you can do to give him the ultimate power." "Me?" I asked, pointi

That bastard thought he would get away easily after giving me her but I didn’t have to deal with him as the Scorpions did that. Scorpions were the emerging mafia gang in the middle east and the thing that made them famous and most feared ones were that they didn’t have any rules. They were lethal while we had ones that were coming down since my grandfather. It was in the legacy that I couldn’t disobey besides I liked rules. These were the rules that I could bend in any way that pleased me.

“Just get this over with so I can go home.” “Indeed.” His expression sharpened. “What do you know of the mafia, Mia?” “As little as possible.” When she had first realized exactly what her father did, Mia had made a deliberate choice to avoid it at all costs. Her stepmother had helped shield her the best she could, and she had remained mostly ignorant toward the evil her father committed. “There are varying groups who oversee criminal activity in our fair city, but the three most powerful are the Irish, Italians, and Russians.” He

]’ She stood up and walked to the end of the table, her heels leaving marks with every step and the older Council Leaders grew more and more angry with her disregard for their rules. ‘Adesso ascolta qui, piccola puttana sfacciata, sei nata mafiosa, conosci le regole. Mostrerete un po' di rispetto a questo Consiglio e farete come vi verrà detto.’ [Now listen here you brazen little bitch, you are Mafia born, you know the rules. You will show some respect to this Council and you will do as you are told.] The eldest member slammed his hand onto the table and stood up his face red with anger,

She was beautiful but he turned blind to it, just as every other man in the Mafia who valued their life. "If you do, then you would follow the new rules. No more drugs in the club" "I am sorry but you do not know a thing about the business, My Lady." Rosana smiled and leaned closer to the table. "It is my business and I know everything about it. I make the rules and can change them whenever I please. Now, get out if you are not ready to follow those rules" "And what if I do not?" Mr. Leonardo asked and leaned closer on the table so their faces were inches apart. "What will you do? Have somebody throw me out? I guess that is correct because you cannot do it yourself"

If Dad is right and these men are really an up-and-coming mafia, they’re surprisingly considerate. I wonder if they have some sort of code like Dad does. For over twenty years, the Franco Family has adhered to a strict set of rules—the first and most important being that we only resort to violence when absolutely necessary. With Dad’s impressive leadership, Uncle Craig’s excellent negotiation skills, Uncle Montero’s knack for business, and Uncle Eddie’s incomparable hacking expertise, we Franco have rarely had to get our hands dirty. The key word is rarely.

He fell with a groan, and I heard Clara’s voice pierce through the room. “Dad!” she yelled, but I didn’t care. I was so satisfied by the fear in his eyes as he stared at me, knowing I could kill him at any moment. It gave me so much satisfaction. “The sixth rule of the mafia is that killing a non-guilty member of the mafia would have you uninstalled as the Don. You can’t kill me. If you do, you will lose everything. I did nothing wrong,” he said, and I yelled out as I let go of him.

Icarus continued, "that when the Padrino brings his woman home, the older women move out of the main wing. That room becomes hers." I raised an eyebrow. "Including your step-mother?" His smirk was brief but sharp. "Tradition doesn't care for comfort. But knowing her taste for opulence... she'll resist." "We could let her keep it," I offered, half-joking, half-hoping for peace. "Lesson one, mi cariño," he said, his voice low and soft with warning. "In the Mafia, rules aren't guidelines. They're gospel." I nodded, the truth of it settling into my bones.