Mafia Seat Novels & Stories

Just older. The caption reads: "Lucia Santino, heir to the Santino fortune, attends annual charity gala." "That's my mom," I whisper, shaking. Your mother wasn't Lucia Hale. She was Lucia Santino. And that's why people are hunting you. "I don't understand. Who are the Santinos?" He writes slowly, carefully: One of the five founding families. The most powerful one. And you're the last surviving heir. "What does that mean?" It means you're worth more dead than alive to four families.

The mafia's maid "Fuck!" Jeremy causes out loud when his secretary came to tell him that his drugs has been dismantled by a mobster. "They all know that any mobster who turns against me must have a gruesome death," he said as he roared out loud. Ashley woke up early, as usual, she did her morning ablution and went straight to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, there she saw other maids with which she exchange greetings.

'My name?' He asked with a shocked expression. 'Yes.' He frowned and looked me in the eyes. 'Giovanni, my name is Giovanni LaRosa.' I smiled to myself. It's long and sexy, just what I hoped for. 'Okay, uhmm...' I was thinking what question I could ask. 'Do you do illegal stuff?' I asked. 'Yes. I do.' He said. Jesus, that was easy.. I nodded my head and thought of the possible thing he did. Maybe he killed more than just my sister. Or he is into drugs. Or woman export. You never know. But I'm already screwed, so fuck it.

Vincent is underboss and Niko’s right hand, Matteo is New York Consigliere, and Chase and Danilo are first captains, a position passed down in their family. And Miguel. Miguel was first captain too, I remember him saying that once, at that time, we’d been about to break into my friend Anna’s house, fearing for her life. He used to stay here at the mansion too. A wave of helplessness hits me as usual when I recall my previous guard. My shadow as Tommy called him. Miguel absolutely despised me. I smile sadly at that.

with that she clicked many pics and show me, I really look like bad ass bitch which I am. I hopped on the bike while she hopped into her red sports car. I wore my helmet and hit on the road to reach the meeting place. I sped up to feel the breeze on my face, I fet like I was traveling through the air. After twenty minutes, I reached the building where Mafia meetings were held, and when I worked for Leo I came here many times. When I hopped off my bike and removed my helmet I saw Lil's car at the exit. She too gets down and walked toward me. I asked, "Does everyone already here?" She nodded her head and replied, "Yep Luna all we're here". Without realizing I used my Luna voice, I think becaus

The doors opened and Santiago appeared with his men. Alessio stood up and Laila scooted closer to me. "Santiago, good to know you arrived in one piece." He grunted but averted his gaze to me. He stilled and plastered a huge grin on his facade. "Alessandro, I wasn't informed you would be joining the meeting. Good to see you again." He examined me from head to toe finding something. I swirled my glass, "Likewise Santiago. I could show up anytime I want Santiago. I am the capo of this mafia after all." I pointed at the seat, hinting for him to take a seat. He obeyed.

I clenched my palm hard, again and again, trying to confirm whether this was a dream, but pain shot through my hand. Suppressing the cold sweat rising along my spine, I slowly lifted my head. I was seated at one end of a long dining table. Across from me sat two men—the heirs of the most powerful mafia family in Chicago. On the left was Caspian Falcone, the mafia family’s underboss. Twenty-eight years old, he was dressed in a black suit, with a prominent scar cutting across his temple. His gaze was as cold as a glacier, and rumors said the number of people he had personally executed was beyond counting.

Hannah greeted the dining full of men while the eldest son approached his seat and settled himself without any lasting formality, as if he cared for none. Miss.Hannah hesitated to do the same, roaming her eyes around the dining... she knew the seats on the dining had valid meaning and hinted specific positions in the mafia. She had none because she didn't belong to the mafia yet. Also never been invited to any royal dining she seemed to be awkward at first. The head seat belonged to grandfather and the seat on the right belonged to the throne holder, on the left was master Leonardo and beside him sat master Mateo. Those order of seats hinted their power and prestige, their ranks in the mafia

My relationship with the Italian mafia was improving, and I planned to repair my relationship with the Japanese mafia, if necessary. “The star of the night has arrived,” Sergey cheered. My vigilance was so high tonight that it made me feel paranoid, and I shouldn’t have. I’d been Pakhan for years, but they would still find a way to take me down. Even my father wouldn’t be able to defend my position, and in their eyes, I’d already made a huge mistake. “I’m glad to see how eager you are to attend this meeting,” I said, sitting down in my chair. The seating order had been determined, and I was at the head of the table, the Pakhan who controlled this territory.

Marcus chuckled. We were mafia princes. In college, no one dared to raise their lashes to us. "What did Aunt say?" Aunt Rubina, my father's sister, runs an NGO to shelter girls so they don't get trapped in this line. My mother, Juliet, and father, Roberto are helping her. My father has asked Donovan, Ivan's father many times to leave this. He couldn't get full success as Donovan wanted to continue and didn't want to let the legacy of his family die. Ricardo, Marcus' father, is helping him to improve it. It was a legal auction, but we're still against it. I know Marcus would abandon it the moment his father left everything to him. We have information that a woman called Gena is running an auc