Mafia's Angel Novels & Stories

“But I have other aspirations in life. Becoming a mafia wife was never part of my plan.” “Watch your words when you speak of my son,” Mirella warned without looking at her, her attention fixed on the painting as if each word she spoke was just another stroke of the brush. “Dante isn’t just a simple mafioso, as you say. He is the leader of the ’Ndrangheta. The mere mention of the Bellandi name makes lesser men tremble. Don’t get it twisted, girl.” Her tone was soft, but every syllable carried a sharp edge—a reminder that Svetlana was a foreigner in a world that didn’t belong to her.

Damon smirked and walked towards her. “How much do you know about your pretty boy?” Angela swallowed tightly,those eyes scared her,it knew something she knew nothing about. “I know he is a secret mafia..and ruthless but he is not all that anymore ”. “You think I am talking about some mafia political nonsense”. He looked up at Antonio. “Little brother, why not tell Angela what happened to Diana…your one true love…,I am sure she will be glad to know her future with you”. Angela turned slowly to Antonio. He looked nothing like the same man from minutes ago.

An Angel of light, an Angel of darkness, an Angel of peace and tranquility, an Angel of life, an Angel of death—I have the capability of becoming any type of Angel I choose to be, but my choices solely depend on the person standing, sitting perhaps, on the other side. And right now, with the person seated right in front of me, I am an Angel of darkness and death. Angel, not just a name, but a lifestyle. “Angioletto discovers his friend’s secret but decides to understand his need to shield his family from the bloody affairs of Cosa Nostra. With that understanding, their friendship continues thriving until Angioletto was tasked with a mission to wipe out the entire generation of a certain man.

Damon smirked and walked towards her. “How much do you know about your pretty boy?” Angela swallowed tightly,those eyes scared her,it knew something she knew nothing about. “I know he is a secret mafia..and ruthless but he is not all that anymore ”. “You think I am talking about some mafia political nonsense”. He looked up at Antonio. “Little brother, why not tell Angela what happened to Diana…your one true love…,I am sure she will be glad to know her future with you”. Angela turned slowly to Antonio. He looked nothing like the same man from minutes ago.

Girl , I was scolding myself inwardly, I’d become so lost in my imagination that i almost thought that it was real. He stared at me, then I watched him get relieved from everything. He chuckled. “I think that the case is actually getting to me,” he muttered as he believed my lie. I let out the air I was holding the whole time. He’d not heard anything, nothing at all, and he’d believed my lie. “What case?” I was intrigued, How does Dante have a case involving him. “Well, I am working on a case about a drug syndicate lord called Dante Moritto,” he chuckled.

“Everything’s ready inside. Security has been checked twice.” I nodded. “Good. You can leave after you bring in the files from the North office branch tomorrow morning.” “Yes, Boss.” He left, and I walked in alone. The place looked new, I dropped my coat on the couch and moved toward the window. The view was nice, at least Luca knew I loved seeing the night lights and traffics. He has been with me since my Dad sent me out of the country the if his death before he passed out. I had worked hard like a dog, clawing my way up through blood and loyalty until the name Vicente Russo started to echo again in the underworld, not as the son of a dead man, but as the man himself.

He had told her Mother quietly, that everything he did was measured and quiet, he had never raised his voice to his young daughter, he did not have to, she hated it when she saw the sadness in his eyes. Alcina was too young to understand the sadness was not aimed at her it was for the life he knew she would have to live as his daughter. Everything she did was to drive that sadness from his eyes and make him proud of her. When he smiled and told her he loved her she was his ‘Speciale angioletto’ [Special Little Angel] he would say swinging her up into his arms it was all she needed. She loved him so much he was her world, being with him, and learning about the Mafia made her feel special and

I was trapped, with no escape from the horrors that awaited me. Dominic's eyes seemed to bore into my soul, his gaze piercing and unrelenting. "You see, Lucia, I've been waiting for someone like you. Someone who can understand me, who can see the truth behind the lies." His voice was low and hypnotic, drawing me in despite my fear. "And now that you're here, I'll never let you go." I struggled against the cuffs again, but they only seemed to tighten. Panic set in as I realized the true extent of my predicament. I was trapped, at the mercy of a madman with a twisted vision. And then, Dominic's eyes seemed to gleam with an eerie light. "Let the game begin," he whispered, his voice dripping wit

Salim couldn't believe in his ear his daughter was in love with a hindu boy? Without saying anything he went out from her room He reached his room and sat in his bed aliya. His wife came towards him and asked "Did you talk with ałeena"? Salim looks at aliya and said she is in love with a hindu boy Aliya fell she will die in any moment she sits in the bed and cry badly , salim says that guy was clever aliya , he

"Tell me, who did?" "Not too fast now, baby. You would give me something in return." I just knew this wasn't gonna be good. What was she possibly going to ask for now? "And how do I know you're not lying about having supposed information?" "Manuel, just like you, I also have my ways. I'm a fucking mafia princess, you're quick to forget that. A much better option than that weak assistant of Alex." Her statement made me so angry and I released a grunt before I could hold back.