Mafia Skull Novels & Stories

‘What’s this iso del crane’ Aliyah asks sighing. ‘It means skull island, it’s a island only known to most mafia family…to show you are a strong leader you are to spend a month alone in the island without anything but a knife and spear, it’s deserted and it’s easy to find human skulls anywhere so it is given the name skull island’. ‘You mafias sure have weird traditions… knowing you’re alive he can’t go there’. ‘Exactly, so please I need your help…I rather die than behave nothing ever happened’ Monalisa says.

As long as they have a talent for fighting and marksmanship, even if they are murderers, they will be recruited to the Skull organization to serve Domenica. The people who served in the Skull organization were mostly the quintessence of martial arts that Vasco and Phil had personally recruited. Since then, the hierarchy has branched out, and the size of the organization has expanded more and more throughout Italy and spread to other countries. The FBI can't touch them either because the people of the Skull organization are very sophisticated. They always act without leaving any trace.

The Skull Club was a gang from the new West District. They were a huge gang that spanned from Moriwch to Stoslo and usually collected protection money for the nightclubs and were giving out illegal loans on the side. The club was made up of outlaws and would do anything as long as the price was right. Most importantly, they wouldn’t betray the people who hired them. That was their rule. Donald chuckled, then slowly drank his whiskey. “Great, Bear, get someone to follow Young Mr. Knowles around.”

“Thank you for doing this.” “You’re welcome.” She gestures at me, then asks, “What’s with the scary ski masks? I understand it’s to protect your identity, but couldn’t the club have chosen something else?” “You think they’re scary?” A chuckle rumbles from my chest. I don’t want to know how she’ll react if she were to find out I’m one of the heads of the Cosa Nostra. The woman will probably die of shock. She scrunches her nose, which I find cute. “It’s a skull. It doesn’t inspire warm and fuzzy feelings.”

That's what the Mafia do, right? I can practically feel the fury rolling from Diego. He clenches his jaw tightly, his nostrils flaring with the promise of revenge. "Notify Quincy's family. Tell them I'm covering the funeral cost and we'll all be in attendance." His voice, deep and harsh, reverberates like a growl, mirroring the simmering anger beneath the surface. "We will get vengeance and find out what they want with my pet. Even if I have to rip off every nail, pull every tooth, slice into every inch of his body." Even though it isn't directed towards me, the malice in his voice churns my blood into sleet.

The weight of the moment was palpable, heightened by the realization that the priest standing beside me was none other than Krystallo, the infamous mafia priest known for his merciless acts. My eyes inadvertently drifted towards the cross-shaped tattoo, intertwined with a viper, adorning Krystallo's neck. The intricate design served as a chilling reminder of the countless lives he had taken and the blood that stained his hands. It was a symbol of power and ruthlessness, one that sent shivers down the spines of even the most hardened criminals.

It was my job as il fantasma but as Alexia Skylar Hale, My job was to control my father's company by his side. My father was Chris Hale. The owner of the Hale company and the leader of the American mafia. We were the second most well known family because of our company. Us being in the mafia part was private. In the mafia world, we were ranked second and we were fine with it considering the family who was ranked first was my father's friend, an ally. They were the De Santis, Italian mafia. Like us, most people weren't aware of their involvement in the mafia world. Their leader, Ace, was 22 and rumors had it, he was good at his job. People were scared of him for reasons I knew all too well. I

he added. When he finally sat back alright, I turned to look at him, noting his chiseled jaws, his sculptured face and dark eyes. Then my eyes went to his neck where the tattoo was, it was nothing much, just an imprint of a skull, the symbol of him being a Mafia Boss. I could recall seeing that tattoo when I was young, that had scared the hell out of me. But after coming to know him and getting closer to him, I felt more at ease at seeing it.

I heard laughter behind me but I didn't turn to look, the last thing I wanted was for Mikhail to think I was jealous or nosy. "Excuse me." A voice said beside me, and I didn't realize I had started to walk towards the mafia table. I had been too distracted from Mikhail to realise that I was walking off towards the deadly zone. I raised my head to see a man old enough to be my father, he was handsome no doubt, with a cigarette between his lips. He pulled it out, offering me a smirk and I felt a shiver run down my spine. At the back of his hand was a skull tattoo, similar to the ones the other men around him had. But some had them on their neck or cheek. I even noticed one had his on his shoul

This is a bonus chapter for the Mafia Academy and I promise you want to read it. While I have you, I need to thank you for reading about these three amazing couples. If you continued this far, I'm sure they are as special to you as they are to me. For Mr. Xavier's complete story and how he found himself at Rochester, you’ll want to read Hotter Than Hell available on GoodNovel. Xavier is the head of the desert crime syndicate when Madison enters his world. One day, I plan to write about his children.