Mafia Seat Novels & Stories

Masahiko said and Brielle grabbed her iPad and notes as Killian walked over to his seat and nodded. " Send them in. " Blaine took a seat beside Brielle and they watched as the room filled with many men who had a look of slight fear on their faces. Once they took a seat a few of them noticed Brielle's presence and tried their best to look away and stay professional but it was quite obvious that they had taken a look at her since the color of their faces changed dramatically. Mr. Masahiko took a seat at the other end of the table and cleared his throat.

Back in El Tricolor, there's a rule: If I don't get married by thirty, I have to go back and marry the woman my father arranged for me. When my girlfriend, Stella Ross, heard this, her face filled with complete disdain. "Arranged marriage? Is your home in some remote tribe? Or are you stuck in the Middle Ages? Alan, quit with these pathetic excuses to force a marriage!" She let out a mocking laugh and pulled out a ring. "I was actually planning to accept your proposal and even bought us a pair of rings. But since you're so desperate, I think we both need some space to cool off." With that, she tossed the ring straight to her assistant, Ethan Parker. The marriage I had waited years for w

''Boss, the Russians are trying to invade our territory again. They are making deals with Inland Taipan.'' Ricci reported to him the latest news. ''These Russians are getting into my head. They attacked me last time and I went easy on them. But now they are calling for death. Get information about their deal. I will see how they will get it done.'' Sebastian said wickedly. Sebastian is the 3rd generation Mafia. His grandfather and father were not as strong as him. That's why his father became a victim of another group.

“There is no queen in the mafia.” “Ah. No wonder. You did not hear the news. I will tell you then before you enjoy yourself in hell.” I don’t know what face he made but it made Cara’s smile widened in excitement. “Three years ago, my cousin, Sol stepped down and gave the title to me. Well, it’s originally mine anyway. I guess I could say he returned it to me.” She rambled in amusement. He laughs. “You expect me to believe you.” “No, not really. A woman leading the most powerful mafia, I mean that’s pretty far fetched if you ask me. My father wouldn’t even let me-”

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne

, Venitia said "I spoke to him about this in the morning but he said he'll pass his judgement when he comes back from work", Luca said. "Ohhhhh. But if you ask me,,I don't think that girl is a Mafia,,,,she looks nothing like one. She's too soft and weeps a lot to be a mafia", Venitia said and Luca sighed. "You're right,,,she looks nothing like a mafia but it's the decision of the boss that matters. Let him decide whatever he wants to do with her", Luca said. "I know that but I just hope the boss will be lenient with her,,,she looks fragile", Venitia muttered.

"I had been his favourite, but he chose to treat me in such a manner. Like a common criminal. That was what I foolishly thought. When we got home, everyone was already at our home, waiting for me to return. Nonno had walked up to me and given me such a resounding slap that made every other person flinch. After which he told me that as discipline, I was going to leave for a military training academy at Miami. His punishment wasn't sending me to the military academy. Moreover, I had always been Alexander's spare." "How do you mean?" I asked in confusion. "I mean that, Alexander was originally the mafia heir. I never was." "Really?" That was suprising. There were really a lot I didn't know. "Ye

The meeting was set in an opulent villa deep in the Italian countryside, a neutral territory chosen to ensure no single family had the upper hand. The grandeur of the estate, with its frescoed ceilings and marble columns, was a stark contrast to the tension that hummed in the air. This was no mere gathering—it was a summit of power brokers in the mafia world, led by the formidable Valentin Marconi.

"I think you both need to sit down for this." They both walked over to the small seating area near the window. Stefan and Mia sat on the couch while Mose took the chair across from them, moving carefully but with determination. "I think it's the Santiagos." The name hit the room like a physical blow. Mia's eyes went wide, and Stefan's jaw tightened. "What?" Mia whispered. Mose nodded grimly. "The Santiago family." "The biggest Mafia family in Italy?" Mia asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "The family that everyone fears?" Another nod.

It was as if they just saw a ghost. This place is called Pentagon, the underground building where mafia bosses around the world meet once a week to discuss business around the mafia world. They are all controlled by one person "King", which is Sebastian himself. To be the next "King", you have to get rid of the ruling king. That was what led to Sebastian injury the day before. They thought he had died, another person was already sitting on his seat. The sight of Alexander disgusted Sebastian to the gut. "And what are you doing on my seat?"