Mafia Seat Novels & Stories

Until he reached near the end: Marco DeSanti – Shared Sky (Sun and Moon) Symbol: Shattered Wheel Status: Claimed Alessandro felt a lump in his throat. He had taken Marco’s life. In the chapel, during the eclipse. It wasn’t merely punishment; it was part of something bigger—a ritual. He kept turning the pages. In transit Symbol: Withheld Event: Incomplete No name. No status. He flipped the page and hesitated. The last entry was sealed with wax, marked by a black seal that bore the same symbol the priestess had drawn in Marco’s blood.

The paramedics rushed in, swiftly lifted me onto a stretcher, and displayed the pre-prepared electrocardiogram to the Soldati—it was too late. At the dinner party, Sebastian was clinking glasses with a European arms dealer, arrogantly declaring, "The Scott family's original shipping routes have all been converted into channels suitable for transporting firearms." Other mafia members were toasting Sebastian. They openly discussed the illegal mining share in South America, praising Sebastian's ruthlessness and how he had tripled production as soon as he took over. Sebastian's phone vibrated incessantly. He hung up impatiently, but the caller called again. Sebastian picked up angrily. "I told y

"YEGOR." Eyes as cold as ice, Yelena looked at a Mafia Lord on her right side when he called her by her underground infamous name. Legs crossed beneath the table, she strictly raised an eyebrow at him. She is currently meeting with twelve Mafia Lords who are among the top fifteen powerful mafias in the Underground. As an heiress to the 2nd most powerful Mafia, the Odesseau clan, a mafia clan that seeks absolute power in the Underground, she is leading the meeting today. And as usual, Yelena didn't invite the Aslanovs who don't have an official successor yet.

Irene looked away nervously, 'I am not from the Mafia, I am the Mafia! Seeing that she had no intention of speaking, Hart continued while hiding the anticipating in his heart. " Although I know this situation is inconvenient for you but without knowing the cause behind this phenomenon, we can't unreasonably shift the blame on one side and demand total cooperation especially when it concerns our safety, can we? " Sensing the meaning behind his words, Irene looked back at him with a wary expression. " Then what do you want? " Hart grinned innocently, he held two fingers in front of him and said casually:" Two million"

“Just get this over with so I can go home.” “Indeed.” His expression sharpened. “What do you know of the mafia, Mia?” “As little as possible.” When she had first realized exactly what her father did, Mia had made a deliberate choice to avoid it at all costs. Her stepmother had helped shield her the best she could, and she had remained mostly ignorant toward the evil her father committed. “There are varying groups who oversee criminal activity in our fair city, but the three most powerful are the Irish, Italians, and Russians.” He

He squirts and I let go of his hand and turn to face Mia who stood frozen to the ground. "Who is the Mafioso now?" I question her and my words seem to hold humor as the fucker in the seat starts to chuckle. "You thought this guy was part of the costa nostra?" He continued to chuckle. "He will never be costa nostra. Me I am costa nostra." He smirks. "You..." Mia stared at him that crazy shit anger returning. Oh fuck.

Antonio’s Headquarters – The Meeting of Four Mafia Leaders Inside the main meeting room of Antonio’s mansion, tension crackled in the air, thick with unspoken threats and unyielding authority. At the long table, facing a massive map of New York, four mafia leaders sat across from each other. Antonio Franches stood at the head of the table, his piercing gaze sweeping over his new allies. To his right, Rafael Montenegro, the formidable mafia boss of Los Angeles, a man of influence who controlled the West Coast’s drug and arms trade.

Bria shouts. "Mia is not poor. She is wealthy. She made the Costa family the second most influential family in the Italian Mafia. Now go back to your parents and run your family business. Your father is getting old and will need his heir to run his business soon," I say. Bria looks at me with puppy dog eyes. It may work with her older lovers, but it does not work on me.

The current government got the seat of power because the Mizzeti mob helped to eliminate promising political candidates who had chances of winning and as a part of the deal, they ignore the activities of this mob group. With the government by their side, The Mizzeti is the greatest mob group in the states with no competitors to threaten their position. Only a fool would go against this family, It was suicidal. The leader of the group was Jacob Mizzeti, a 60-year-old who was raised in an American-Italian mafia group and grew to become powerful himself. He was the dangerous boss no one would dare mess with. With him was Layla: his wife who is just a housewife and has no responsibility in the m

Lyra shared her point of view. Paul was just listening to her without inferring. "By chance, Liam has made his plan successful?" Lyra asked. "Does he snatch the mafia seat from Aaron?" "How's Aaron?" "My baby, how is Damon?" She questioned him one after another. "Tell me, Paul, how is my family?" Lyra asked, grabbing his shoulders. "No, Liam hasn't yet taken the mafia seat from Aaron; still, Aaron is the king of the Italy mafia." Paul revealed the information.