Mafia Seat Novels & Stories

Laughing, we heard towards the boarding room where all five pillars of the Mafia Family are seated. Rossi Ferrante, the hit man, Leone Salvatore, obsessed with being the next Don of this family, which wouldn’t happen. He controls the business in two other states. Flavio Mazzone, my adviser, and my father’s best friend. Aside from my brothers, he is the only other person in this family I trust entirely.

The next morning, the mafia council is ready to deal with the case from Alessandro. Now that the gossip about his death is going all around, they are not sure about who would attend in his stead. Even if anyone else attends the meeting, the case is now invalid as the Contract was originally been signed between Luca Vitiello and Alessandro for Mia Vitiello. The five council members, who are the most experienced Mob bosses of all time are the sitting members of the Council. There is a square table placed in the middle with five chairs in each direction. The five council members are stated at the head of the table.

Seated around it were the heads of the four mafia families in Rome. Bianchi, his ever-present right-hand man looming behind him. Vincenzo, flanked by two towering enforcers. DeLuca, the infamous one-man warrior. Carveli, draped in a heavy fur coat, his bulldogs resting at his feet, drool pooling beneath their jowls. Jaxon pulled out a chair and sat, completing the circle. “Apologies for the delay.” His voice was steady, his expression straight. Carveli smirked, a cigar clamped between his teeth. “We’ve been having fun without you.” He gestured to the poker game. “You in?”

At the far end of the hall, beneath the largest chandelier stood the GREAT SIT of Casa Ndrangheta...the SEAT OF POWER. The throne-like structure stood elevated above the rest of the hall on black marble steps was impossible to ignore…it was impossible not to feel its authority pressing heavily across the room.

There are a lot of Mafia and Yakuza here and they are all dangerous and you won't want to fight. "Sebastian, how did it happen? Aren't you number one in the empire and Celeste's empire is only second? Why is Uncle Bernard the Emperor if your father should be?" Felassi asked. "In only three empires he is the leader but when over all Winchester's is the most powerful and dangerous Mafia Family in all of asia." Adey answered Felassi's question so we walked inside. The lights will be dim and many are already eating and talking to their fellow organizations. There are also plenty of vigilant reapers around to avoid mess.

Father replied. "Damn!" Mikael yelled. "You see brother? you're a pain in the ass even for mother." Xander spoke in a manner that angered me. "Don't worry Mikael, Lilith isn't gonna suffer, I know she's in good hands unlike that peasant in Hunter's room. Uh.. what's her name again?" "Hmm. Iesha." Father concluded. "How did you know that?" I was confused on how he knew her or even her name. "I'm the greatest Mafia there is remember?"

she yelled and Megan flinched stepping out and reaching out to her phone. Maximo sat on the black armchair, his hand wildly spread on the arm of the chair, while he stared at all the heads of the mafia clan seated across the long table. Of course, none of them was as powerful as him, Neither were they any as rich as him, but he was here for his uncle who had stood by him. He was willing to give them a listening ear.

“But a mate can be legally rejected if the pack officially refuses to accept them. Why haven’t you rejected the boy yet? He’s a Vengas! He could destroy every single one of us here!” I froze in place, my heart pounding hard, my eyes sweeping over all the faces in the room. Fully half the pack was nodding their heads in agreement, their faces set and hard. “Reject Noah?” I said, my voice shaking violently with white-hot rage. “You’re all truly out of your minds with fear. I’m the Alpha here, Marcus. My father personally gave me this position, and not even you pathetic elders can take it away from me now. Noah’s my mate, Vengas or not, and he’s clearly not a danger to anyone!”

Jeremy, to his right—my fiancé, the future heir, too busy with his phone to notice much of anything. I sat beside him, and directly across from me—Killian. Because of course he’d sit there. Because the universe had a twisted sense of humor. My father and sister flanked the far end, surrounded by the other families and their eldest sons—the power players in polished suits and bloody histories. It was a table built to discuss business and betrayals, sealed with vintage wine and the illusion of civility. And to my left… Mr. Hart. Apparently, he ran the legal front of the Mafia’s empire in Europe. That is, when he wasn’t busy being an oily, lying bastard with wandering hands.

“Alessia.” Ivan shrugged. “We already know your name. I’ve heard so much about you, against my will.” Dante’s voice cut in, low and firm. “Ivan.” Ivan raised both hands in mock surrender. “I don’t want to offend the mafia don. He might chop off my fingers or do some other mafia thing to me.” I laughed, harder than I meant to. The sound surprised me. It felt foreign after days of nausea and quiet anxiety. Maxim waved a hand. “Don’t mind him. He never stops teasing Dante for choosing his grandfather’s path and becoming a mafia boss instead of… I don’t know, being a doctor or something civilized.”