Mafia Skull Novels & Stories

she flung an insult at me before opening the door and running out through the gap. “Be safe” I shouted to her before the door closed completely. She’s married but she still gets on my nerves just like old times. But it only makes me happy. I feel much better after the hug and now I can finally concentrate on business. It’s been two weeks since I have been planning an attack on Black Skull organization which was headed by Bradford. He is a sadistic prick and makes most of his income from auctions where he sells underage girls. He either lures them into his trap or captures them by force and presents them like property that needs to be bought off.

Back in El Tricolor, there's a rule: If I don't get married by thirty, I have to go back and marry the woman my father arranged for me. When my girlfriend, Stella Ross, heard this, her face filled with complete disdain. "Arranged marriage? Is your home in some remote tribe? Or are you stuck in the Middle Ages? Alan, quit with these pathetic excuses to force a marriage!" She let out a mocking laugh and pulled out a ring. "I was actually planning to accept your proposal and even bought us a pair of rings. But since you're so desperate, I think we both need some space to cool off." With that, she tossed the ring straight to her assistant, Ethan Parker. The marriage I had waited years for w

Holy cow. Venice’s mother slowly turns, showing me a side of her face and had my mouth not been gagged by the hair, I would have cried out. Grinning at me from one side of the woman’s face is a skull. Not an old skull, not a skull that had been abandoned in sandy desert for centuries, but a fresh skull, white and moist, a fresh victim of unspeakable crimes. It is as if Venice’s mother’s head had just been picked clean by a swarm of maggots.

I already knew where she was heading with this, and dread clawed up my spine. Granny’s eyes sharpened. “Mia, you ain’t saying anything. Neither is Kraven. I really want to know. You mean Giovanni of the Mafia? What does Kraven have to do with them in the first place?” My lips parted, but no sound came. Shame clamped my throat shut. Her gaze burned into me, demanding an answer I couldn’t form. “Wait! Wait!” She lurched forward, pointing a shaky finger straight at Kraven. “You mean this—” her hand trembled, “you mean this is Kraven of the Astor Mafia Empire?”

Warehouse. I didn't wait for an explanation. I took off toward the parking lot, my boots echoing like gunshots against the marble floors. I heard Jax’s quick footsteps behind me. "Asher, wait! What is it?" "Vivian," I spat, reaching my bike and swinging my leg over. "She’s not just trying to get Lila expelled anymore. She’s talking to the Skulls." The Skulls were the rival gang from the north side. They didn't have the "moral code" the Reapers pretended to have. They were vultures. If Vivian was feeding them information about the $50k race, it wasn't just sabotage—it was a hit.

I know we all want to know what happened next on Lidia and Bruno’s part but why don’t you grab a box of popcorn and let journey together into the mafia world part. Thank you for reading, you all mean a lot to me. And let me quickly remind us of their names again: Bruno the ice king Lorenzo the tall man Matador the blacksmith Alarico the balancer accountant Gennado the old wolf Salvatore the ghost money laundering Gravino the cleaner

Maverick asked. “The Skull cartel.” I said. “They're my biggest enemies, and they're the face of the criminal syndicate in the wolf world.” “And you can't just go, and then maybe get both sides at the exchange?” Maverick asked, putting the file on his bed. “It doesn't work that way.” I said. “I can't just wipe them out. It's literally impossible. They're two very strong cartels that just made up after an extensive history of fighting each other.”

I’d had four guns pointed at me within a short amount of time. I shook my head. “No. That’s fine.” I took my phone out, sliding it to him on the counter. He caught it, but his eyes remained on me. “Are you doing okay?” I nodded. “I’m good. I mean, we’re in the lap of luxury for places to hide out in.” I gestured to Octavia. “Though, I’m confused about that place. Doesn’t a different mob family run that?” “Cole Mauricio. They’re active in Chicago, but Trace’s family and mine have an understanding with them.”

I had thought about it before coming here, i just wanted to know what their thoughts were on it. “Problem solved then” Luca muttered clapping his hands. "You have to do what you've got to do" rafael said from beside me. “I would see you guys tomorrow, i have to go” grabbing my keys from beside me, i headed out of the club. Women were always considered weakness in the mafia and most times it gets the strongest man killed. It's just for a year i thought as i opened the door and went straight to the basement without getting out of my suit.

I asked, showing her the tattoo representing the Italian mafia clearly, "this one? Have you ever seen this anywhere before?" "No," she shook her head, "no, I just find it very interesting. Like, what does it mean?" "The skull represents death," I replied, "the snake represents power and the sword represents authority, protection, courage and strength." "Interesting," she muttered, "well have a great night." "I'm not leaving anytime soon." I stated. Mason and I planned to play video games and all while my parents planned to have a long talk with Mr and Mrs Reed. These four were childhood friends which was how I met Mason in the first place.