Mafia Seat Novels & Stories

The club’s interior gleamed faintly leather booths, cracked mirrors, golden lights that had long since lost their glow. Adrien moved with purpose, checking corners, flipping a hidden switch behind the bar. A faint hum filled the room as a panel slid open, revealing a hidden stairway beneath the floor. Elena blinked. “Secret tunnels? Really?” He looked back, eyes dark with amusement. “Mafias don’t build homes, Elena. They build escape routes.” She followed him down the narrow stairs into a dimly lit hallway. The walls were concrete, lined with old security monitors and files stacked on shelves.

I thanked him and got seated ready for the business of the day. A few adjustments will be made in the leadership hierarchy and to families who have lost their chairperson a new one nominated by the family would be appointed. We listened to the names of the families and watched their delegates take their oath of allegiance. The Ricci family seat was vacant and I kept staring at the name tag on the headboard. I looked round the hall filled with men. She would be the first female to ever assume a position as women are not entirely allowed to get involved in Mafia leadership affairs. At this point I knew the only person who could fit into that position was Guilliana.

Three months had passed since the explosion that supposedly ended the reign of Nikolai Volkov. Three months since Russia mourned the fall of a king and Sergei had taken over the position as the acting leader of the gang. In Tuscany, Italy, on a long table in the centre of a dim room sat in dark suits, the European mafia Council, the highest circle of the Eastern underworld. Every seat was taken by dozens of high-ranking members who sat stiffly, their expressions carved with worry. The air smelled of cigar smoke, gun oil, and whiskey.

And then my eyes landed on Rico and beside him with Diego , the mafia leader of the Italian mafias , I could tell deep within myself that he had already bought ties with the man he sat with . “If it isn’t the famous Killian Blackwood, then who else would it be ? The potbelly man who I had seen when I walked in announced loudly as he let out a hard and disgusting laugh that utterly took me off the edge. Zade and Luca took the seat beside me as we sat facing the man. Rico smiled at me, the kind of smile that meant a challenge or even still the rotten anger in his face was just ending to show that he had something to do with this.

Sasha Sergeyushka gestured for us to sit. We did. Without as much as breathing wrongly. And the silence held like a noose. “We are gathered,” Don Valenti spoke, one of the older Capos from the Bronx. “Three men have claimed right to the throne of New York. But only one may rule.” The table creaked as the elders leaned forward. “You have earned this,” said another, voice gravel and smoke. “Each of you, killers, leaders, rulers, kings in your own boroughs. But this seat,” he pointed to the lion-carved throne behind the Godfather's seat, “belongs to one. And it is eternal.”

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 room was silent as they were all waiting for what I wanted to say next, the only distracting sound was the crunching sound Mateo was making as he stuffs his face with cookies. "I own the Italian-American Mafia. You can say it's the most fearful Mafia in the continent." I sat on the desk facing the group while they all stood proud knowing they were part of it all. "And you," I point to Mateo as he freezes midway putting a cookie in his mouth. "you've been the best detective for years. You know things the White House would pay millions to hear. You've handled cases that screams danger like it was child's play. You know the in and out of the federal police and now, you're working for me as

Today though, the air feels different—dense. My eyes catch sight of a stack of formal papers neatly arranged on my father’s mahogany desk. Official pack seal… That can’t be good. “Aella, come in,” Father’s voice reverberates from behind the desk, where he sits with his usual composed demeanor. He’s Alpha and Capo of Chicago; an Italian mafia sect that controls the city. “You wanted to see me, Father?” I say, moving close to his desk and trying not to show how I’m trying to make out the pack seal on the envelope.

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