Mafia Seat Novels & Stories

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.

Planned murders were common, after all. Liam stood up and went to the seat on which Thomas was sitting upon. Thomas understood what he was asking him to do, he nodded and stood up, giving his chair to Liam. Today, Liam knight got what he wanted, for what he did all the drama of a lover boy. Liam Knight had the reign of the Canadian Mafia in his hands and he was going to rule over it, till the end of his life. He was not going to give up the chair of the head in the near future, the rules of the commission could go to hell. It was his chair now. "The chair is mine now. I know the responsibilities as the head but first I need support in cleaning out Mexicans and the Masked man from our territ

Chandeliers lit up the room, the roof being ordained in murals and paintings. The announcers loud voice boomed into the room when he introduced us. "Mr Ace Hernandez, American mafia and Mrs Alessia Ferrari, Italian mafia." It was still so fucking weird to be called Mrs. I smirked when most of the people in the room turned to look at us. Stares of unbridled fear and trepidation overwhelmed them. What a beautiful sight. It was no secret that we were wed. It was, however, a very dangerous alliance between two of the most formidable mafias in the world. I have to say, at least I wasn't given away to someone who was beneath me.

Lillliana tried to apologize in my behalf to the woman but I pinched her waist thus stopping her from asking for forgiveness which was initiated by Gina herself. "For your kind information, my gentle ladies,"I danced my eyes on each woman present on the round table sipping on the most expensive and aged wine.Her ears perked up to listen to what I had to say more. "I will be taking over my father's position as next mafia ruler of Grayson Gang and Alessandro will be equal to me in terms of having the supreme power whom I think you call a capo de capi here in Italy. I and Alessandro will be the Capos.You know what is plural number in grammar."I tried to sound as regal as a mafia princess must a

The crowd parted as he walked in, he went straight for the VIP section. Mick Gatto was already seated, one of the whores on his laps, giving him a lap dance, Mick Gatto was the Head Leader of the Russian Mafia, though he was an Australian by birth and he was here for business alone. Xavier took a seat, right in front of him. Scantly dressed waiters supplied them some strong drinks. Mick pushed the whore off his lap and she staggered away. "Hope you came with a glorious offer to appease me, otherwise this would be a waste of precious time" Mick said, he had always been the brave type.

In the underworld, power is paid for in blood and betrayal. And I was born to rule. I survived the back alleys of the Bronx. Then I was adopted by two different mafia families. The first family's fake daughter cried. She wanted my territory. I smiled. I crushed her. I took every illegal casino and smuggling route in Brooklyn. The second family's fake heir slit his wrists for pity. I yawned. I took his black Amex. And the keys to the armory. I won. Clean. Both times. I sent those two idiots to the most dangerous prison on the East Coast. At twenty, a bloody DNA report showed up. Turns out, I'm the long-lost daughter of the Callahans. The biggest Irish mob in Boston. My first day at the Callah

"No! How can I just climb on your back? Moreover, there's an injury on your arm." JK yells, "Just shut up and do as I say!" "No, I won't! Why are you showing me mercy now?" "I have never seen a stubborn girl like you." Grabbing her hand forcefully, he makes her lean on his back. "This man, seriously! How long are you going to force me? Will you ever let me live peacefully? When will you stop all this?" "When you love me more than I do." "I'll never fall for you." "You won't have to do it, baby. It will happen automatically. Just wait and see." "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Walk as soon as possible; I'm so hungry." "It's high time to learn how to control your hunger." "Yah, I've never seen a stupid

Although Maria De La Cruz did not like the tone of the order, there was no time for silly fights, so she obeys and gives the order, she gets a little nervous, but she will try to hide it. David Del Valle, Pablo Altamirano and his hitman Lautaro Nicolas Romero enter through the main door. Maria De La Cruz, receives them in silence, and orders them to bring the corresponding seats for them. David, looks at her penetratingly, but not with love, but with challenge, perhaps she had gone a little too far with her haughty movements. She does not lower her gaze to her boss, but anyway she keeps it with respect, she does not try to challenge him at all, finally they all sit down and three more gang m

The perfect strategy to try to get out of the ruin a boy almost trains years, because my age, who had been born and raised under the protection of Mom, Dad and his little brother El vivillo, needed them also to save him hot potatoes. But the accounts were better than adding up enemies at gambling houses and these business opportunities had no roof, besides that he had legal backing to commit something illegal. Then I agreed.and began what is now the Hamilton group. Problem...he came later. When working hours began to burn my head, problems multiplied, secretaries and staff began to drive me crazy, acquiring managers and assistant managers brought more inconvenience than they solved...they we