Mafia Rules Novels & Stories

Ranging from small-scale mafia to international cross-country mafia, they must know ElWagner’s strength even though they have never seen him in person. ElWagner is led by 8 secret leaders and Lucas is one of the eight leaders—a mobster who manages underground trade routes. Smuggling weapons, drugs, and even dealing with political power. One of the biggest projects ElWagner undertook was destroying the Russian government a few years ago—taking control of them and controlling their political positions.

I replied with a serious gaze. "What do I gain when my daughter marries your son?" Amon was pouring himself another glass of gin. "Name your price." "Hand me your empire." "You know that's not possible, it now belongs to my son and know this. If you and your daughter try anything shady against me, I'll skin you alive." "How about you make me one of the most feared Mafias." Amon spoke with a small smile on his lips. "Deal!" I shook hands with him, immediately leaving his office. I had things to attend to.

Above all my employees, he's the best choice to be my right-hand man except to my three underbosses who manages each continent designated for them. Black Men Society was established way back 1850's by my great-grandfather. Throughout the years, our organization has been known to the whole world as the most dangerous mafia group who expertise in illegal businesses which includes smuggling, drug dealing, extortion and gore things that may shock a normal person. The thought of dragging Mariana in my mess wasn't the best choice I made. If you'd look at her angelic face along with her innocent presence, you'd probably think of the best alternative way to keep her by not exposing her to my organiz

“But I’m glad of it. It only increased my desire to sit on the throne and to achieve it, I will do anything.” I nodded. “So what does this mafia do? Scam people? Sell people?” “We make rules and we break rules. We don’t do the things you said but other clans do. We deal with corporate, weapons, and other things.” Again I nodded and then I kept quiet. “Can I also ask you something?” he asked. He looked into my eyes as if he was searching for something in it. “Didn’t you ever feel anything for me from the day we met? Not at least once?”

He stepped into my room, while I curled up in a little space in the bed. "Oh! I see you ate the food I gave you," he spoke, picking up the plate. I ignored his words, while I was trembling in fear from inside. "You know, Nisha. You now committed a felony," he winked. I was surprised at his words, so I looked at him. "What do you mean?" I asked. "There's a rule in the underworld. If a Mafia's Slave eats something at another Mafia's place, it's said that the slave has committed a felony, and now, is not restricted to any one Mafia," he spoke, coming close to me.

I paused, staring at Bella who seemed curious to know the reason why I couldn’t tell Nico I was carrying his baby. I couldn’t tell her that it would only bring danger to our safe world. I couldn’t tell her that because I didn’t mention to Bella the mafia part. She didn’t know that both my father and the man I loved both belonged to the mafia world. “You know I made a promise to his mother that I will never get involved with her son again” I stared down, holding the last balloon. Those people were dangerous, so staying away from their world was the only thing I had to do to survive.

I don't need the money, but I need the influence over everyone who has control in this city. "I was kidnapped by a mafia; my future husband was killed by him, and I was forced to become his wife. I refused and wanted to leave him. He allowed me to get away from him, but if I was caught by his people, then I would have to marry him." He drank after swallowing the food in his mouth. I wanted to feed him again, but he refused. "Wait a minute, what is the name of that mafia?" "Zyo," "Ignazyous Luca Ortechza?" he said in disbelief, and I shrugged my shoulders.

❤️ A faint smirk touched his lips. “I know you’ll hate me… you’ll be angry…” His fingers tightened slightly in her hair— “But this… is what’s best for us.” A pause. “And today… the way you fought…” 🔥 “I liked it.” His gaze darkened. “Because that strength… will save you in the future.” He exhaled slowly— “There will come a time… when you’ll feel completely broken…” His voice dropped— “But you’ll have to stand again… because you are the Queen of this mafia world…”

Twenty-five is still young, is he on crack? Instead of replying, I roll my head onto the couch and shut my eyes. I can't deal with his crap right now. He's always been like this-forcing me into shit I don't want to do. "Life is short, son, especially if you're in the mafia. You'll need heirs by thirty, at the most." He stops before speaking again, hoping this last sentence would make me want to marry some random girl. "And, it'll be a good alliance."

Los dejaríamos creer que tenían la ventaja y, cuando Armad se relajara, cuando pensara que había ganado… mataríamos a todo lo que respirara en aquel lugar. En la mafia había reglas. Reglas antiguas, escritas con sangre seca y huesos medio enterrados. No entrabas en la casa de otro hombre sin calcular cuántos hombres ibas a perder. No traicionabas una negociación sin aceptar que alguien moriría gritando como una perra y, desde luego, no te metías con un clan rival a menos que tu intención fuera borrarlo de la faz de la tierra.