Mafia Seat Novels & Stories

I never explained it to anyone. The Assistant Isabella, my sister knocked once and entered at 6:30 sharp. She was the only person allowed in before coffee."Board meeting at nine," she said, laying a folder on my desk. "Dubai wants concessions on the security contract. They're pushing for backdoor access.""Tell them no," I said without looking up. "If they want our tech, they buy it clean."She hesitated. "They're hinting at walking.""Let them walk. We don't bend."Isabella studied me. "You look tired, Ale.""I'm fine.""You're always fine." She sighed. "Luca called. Warehouse at eight. You sure you don't want me there?""No. Stay here. Handle the board."She left without arguing. Family was the on

said Abeni nervously. Elena leaned in closely towards Abeni across the dining table and lowered her voice. "Dmitry Kuznetsov is the leader of one of the biggest mafia groups in New York at just 35..." revealed Elena dramatically. "Mafia!" exclaimed Abeni in shock. "Yes, mafia. He literally owns the whole city - clubs, casinos, hospitals, schools, supermarkets, hotels, cars - literally everything," explained Naledi seriously. Abeni's face froze in fear. "So you're telling me my father borrowed money from a mafia leader..." she said slowly.

My mind went to Selena; I wondered how she was right now. Mateo opened the car door, jolting me out of my thoughts. I stepped out and when I went into the hall it was already filled up with not just anyone — the mafia elites from all around the world were present: Anthony, Gabriel, and Santiago were all there. Piles of money were placed on the table, briefcases and expensive wines sat ready. How the hell did that old man pull this off in such a short period of time? I guess I underestimated him. I found my way to a seat while Mateo stood behind me.

I take a deep breath and nod. Sebastian Ferreira, better known as Dio, is the biggest mafia boss in Rome. He's in charge of most of Europe and he has some strong ties with the Mexican mafia as well. Everything that's happening in the city right now has something to do with him. And his presence in Rome means it's going to get even more dangerous out here.

Is he seriously getting mad at me because I refused to tell him how my day was? "I'm A-fucking okay. Satisfied?" "Forget it" he storms out making me wonder what's gotten into him. As if that isn't enough when it's time for dinner, I go down thinking I need to know everyone who lives here so when I see a strange face, I'd be prepared. But when I get there, I find that all the seats are occupied. The dining table is one of those long rectangular tables that can host around twenty people. And these assholes have occupied all the seats except one. Beside De Luca, on his right side. We're all in the fucking mafia and we know that right-sided seats are reserved for the wife or girlfriend or import

Their expressions turned serious at once. They finally understood: I wasn’t some lost, weak princess waiting to be “taken in.” I wasn’t a lonely girl Sophia could destroy. I was Mia. The woman who controlled the new Italian Quarter shipping lines. The woman none of their families could afford to anger. I stood and walked to the floor‑to‑ceiling window. Beneath me lay the richest, most dangerous streets in the city. Mafia bosses. Old money. Greed. Betrayal. A million secret deals happening in the dark.

] He grabbed the bottle of whisky and poured himself another large shot tossing it back in an angry motion. ‘Cazzo di diavolo, vediamo, solo la Bratva, Dmitri vorrebbe riaverla nelle sue grinfie, poi c'è il Cartello, pensa ai titoli dei giornali che vorrebbero avere la mia donna e una duchessa per l'avvio, anche la mia stessa mafia, molti di loro scambierebbero la moglie e i figli per averla colpita, oh e non dimentichiamo Khalid, Se le avesse messo le mani addosso, beh, non sarebbe stato piacevole per lei.’ [Fucking hell man, let’s see, only the Bratva, Dmitri would love to get her back in his clutches, then there’s the Cartel, think of the headlines they would love having my woman, and a D

Ranging from small-scale mafia to international cross-country mafia, they must know ElWagner’s strength even though they have never seen him in person. ElWagner is led by 8 secret leaders and Lucas is one of the eight leaders—a mobster who manages underground trade routes. Smuggling weapons, drugs, and even dealing with political power. One of the biggest projects ElWagner undertook was destroying the Russian government a few years ago—taking control of them and controlling their political positions.

I say in a blank voice. Gio stands beside me, "are you stupid? You will do no such thing!" he looks at father. "As the future Capo, I am annoucing that the day I take my seat, Salvatore, my little brother, my friend, my shoulder, will be my second in command and no one in this mafia can stand against my word as I have the full power to choose my trusted men" he looks at everyone in the room, making sure his words are understood. "He will have excess to the power and authority that I will enjoy" he concludes and marches out of the room not waiting to hear anyone's protest.

No one else would dare. I had escaped my father but I just basically went from frying pan to fire. Hakan was Scorpion, there was no doubt about it. I was in the arms of the deadliest and most feared mafia boss in the whole country and maybe further than that.