Mafia Skull Novels & Stories

It only meant that what he was about to reveal was not good. "Fine, I promise," I relented. I was curious to know who was behind it. "Those men are called the Skulls and Crows, an organized criminal outfit," He said. "Please do not tell me that they are somehow connected to Renaissance," I implored him. He balefully nodded, affirming my worst fears. I sighed and finally sat down on the couch some feet away from his work desk. We were both couped up in his study so we could have some privacy. As much as I loved his mother, she was too meddlesome.

] 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

Niko said as he strolled into the tiny apartment I'd rented for the week. I didn't even look up. Just buried my face in my hands. "You're the last person I want to see." He ignored that. Of course he did. "I'm your favorite person," he said with that crooked smile that never quite fit his face. He was a hard man built from glass shards and iron will. He'd been Capo of the Italian mafia, and now here he was, standing in my kitchen like a bad memory, holding a suit like we were about to play dress-up.

Zara Howard It all happened so quickly, anyone could barely process how our living room turned into a gangster scene from a movie. A drunkard gambler who borrowed too much money from the Mafia and had nothing to offer except for empty promises when it was pay up time. Only difference was this time the drunkard was my stepfather, Chad Hudson and the Mafia was Asher Lancaster, the powerful mob boss, who brought with him 6-7 terrifying armed men. My mother was tightly gripping onto my arm as she tried to drag me and my older sister, Scarlett farther away from them. My eyes, however, were fixated on the scene unfolding right in front of me.

Until he reached near the end: Marco DeSanti – Shared Sky (Sun and Moon) Symbol: Shattered Wheel Status: Claimed Alessandro felt a lump in his throat. He had taken Marco’s life. In the chapel, during the eclipse. It wasn’t merely punishment; it was part of something bigger—a ritual. He kept turning the pages. In transit Symbol: Withheld Event: Incomplete No name. No status. He flipped the page and hesitated. The last entry was sealed with wax, marked by a black seal that bore the same symbol the priestess had drawn in Marco’s blood.

“Unless the great Mafia Don is only good at ordering executions from behind a desk.” Drake’s eyes darkened completely, a low, dangerous chuckle escaping his chest. “Careful, Donna. Your mouth is writing checks your skill can’t cash yet.”

I could feel it grazing it. "Have you ever heard of the Mafia?" I think I just gulped down an invisible apple. --- So apparently he's in the mafia. Not only that... he's literally a mafia boss. A fucking Italian mafia boss. I am toast. I am screwed. I am fucked. Holy shit. Ethan, please come and get me. I don't think I can stomach the thought that I'm hanging out with a crime boss. "You seem nervous, amore. I thought you are just going to have a meeting with your friend." He had a mischievous smirk right in his handsome face.

~ ~ Continuing in Author's POV Awhile back, Skylar had found out that her mother and father were still alive. She also found out that her brothers and sisters were too, but were gone and with now completely different identities since her parents had sold them to various mobs in order to survive. Skylar's mother, Sasha, was against this, but she had no say. Once her father, Gabriel, had gambled and drank all the money the had left away, Sasha was forced into prostitution so he could drink and feed his addictions.

If he just left his mafia then it would've been so easy for Serrano to kill his whole family because of no security. Once a mafia, was always a mafia. He has killed a lot of bastards. Didn't she know they would come to kill him and his family as soon as they knew he was playing a normal man and left his empire behind. It wasn't that easy, perhaps it wasn't even possible. She didn't know the cruelty of this world but he did. The more powerful you are the better because the weak ones were nothing more than a pawn in this world. She has hurt him for three fucking years. Every day he prayed. He didn't know to whom he was praying but he prayed for the safety of her and Chase.

He bowed and quickly left the room. “A collar will be placed on you that will render you submissive to my every command. Once I feel you have earned my trust the collar comes off. Understood?” I asked as I slightly backed away from the woman. She looked at me with a scared look as the door opened and Nicoli walked in with a metal collar. I pulled out a swiss knife from my pocket and slit my palm. I slightly winced at the pain but let a few drops of blood fall on the collar activating it.