Mafia Skull Novels & Stories

“Who sent you?” He grinned, his teeth stained red with blood. My eyes drifted to the tattoo on his neck—a black-and-grey inked image of a skull with a serpent weaving through its hollow eyes, crowned with a Sicilian Trinacria. It was unmistakable. My blood ran cold. Cosa Nostra. So, they finally decided to take me out. I wasn’t surprised, but I was angry. Angry that they thought they could just erase me like some unwanted mistake.

As he watched on while Micheal moved the woods out of the way, the sound of bikes came to limelight and he turned swiftly to see perhaps one gang he had known right from when had been leader at the round table approach them. The Skull was a group of notorious criminals who dealt in various selling of weaponry and also took on any mission depending on the wages that was stipulated. He had met them once while he was trying to ship the packages from the warehouse from New York to Canada and so, why they were here remained a mystery. Once they stopped right beside his car, Ciro got out to meet up with them. "Gentlemen, what a pleasant surprise" He said smiling as he approached them. Suddenly, on

'My name?' He asked with a shocked expression. 'Yes.' He frowned and looked me in the eyes. 'Giovanni, my name is Giovanni LaRosa.' I smiled to myself. It's long and sexy, just what I hoped for. 'Okay, uhmm...' I was thinking what question I could ask. 'Do you do illegal stuff?' I asked. 'Yes. I do.' He said. Jesus, that was easy.. I nodded my head and thought of the possible thing he did. Maybe he killed more than just my sister. Or he is into drugs. Or woman export. You never know. But I'm already screwed, so fuck it.

As he watched on while Micheal moved the woods out of the way, the sound of bikes came to limelight and he turned swiftly to see perhaps one gang he had known right from when had been leader at the round table approach them. The Skull was a group of notorious criminals who dealt in various selling of weaponry and also took on any mission depending on the wages that was stipulated. He had met them once while he was trying to ship the packages from the warehouse from New York to Canada and so, why they were here remained a mystery. Once they stopped right beside his car, Raphael got out to meet up with them. "Gentlemen, what a pleasant surprise" He said smiling as he approached them. Suddenly,

He needed someone to save him. He belongs to a gang named Rangers that work undercover for the FBI. They work in a circle to eliminate the gangs like Skull, who are the main threat. They look illegal but they work under FBI. They need a doctor for Sebastian. A personal doctor provided by FBI. So the doctor don't reveal their secrets. Janis, daughter of the FBI agent Kyle. Kyle died many years ago while doing his mission and now his daughter is a doctor. The daughter of Kyle is the perfect person to treat Sebastian because she knows all the ropes of the FBI and she is trustable and won't reveal their secrets.

Michael said. "What goods? How is red skull connected to drugs?" I continued to pester them with more questions. "The red skull, we had some missing goods and they happened to kill the one of the people guarding it. The second one only caught glimpse of the killers tattoo, like a group initial, almost every non mafia clan has it," He explained. He was saying the truth but my guts were finding it hard to believe. But on the other side Damon would never lie to me. "What was inside the car? What goods was it?" I asked again and this time he glared at me with killer eyes. I fixed my gaze on him waiting for an answer. He moved closer to me, i moved back wards.

SILVAN “That was quick.” I raise a brow as the capo of the Nosa Costra strolls into my office like it’s just another random day. As usual, my spacious office suddenly feels smaller and a thousand degrees cooler when he walks in. Vincent Bianchi, A.K.A The Skull, lowers his broad frame into the chair in front of my desk, his suit jacket falling open to reveal the guns that are neatly tucked to his waistband. Three guns to be precise.

Rosalina's smile was a thin, cruel line. "Not just yet, my love. We need to make Rafael suffer, to strip him of everything he holds dear. His family, his business, his precious Eva... we'll take it all away from him, piece by piece." Lorenzo's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with the possibilities. He could see the beauty in Rosalina's plan, the way it would slowly destroy Rafael from the inside out. Eleanor, Rafael's mother, was a powerful figure in the Mafia world. She had risen to the top through ruthless tactics and strategic alliances. When she took over as the head of the family, she eliminated any potential threats, including Lorenzo's father, a rival Mafia boss.

"Being a part of the mafia society is a lot. But it's a whole lot more when you're a leader. Remember the incident that had occured that made me step down from my position as Don?" "Yeah." I sighed deeply, massaging the bridge of my nose with a combined effort of my thumb and index finger. It wasn't such a beautiful incident to remember. 3 years ago, Alexander was very much the Don of the Russo family. One of our rival mafia families had attacked our men at the Russo barracks. It had been very unexpected, leading to the loss of a few men. Unfortunately, Alex's wife; Bella had decided to pay a visit to the Russo factory which was situated in the barracks. She had been heavily pregnant during

MARCO'S POV Damien was tied up to a chair and to be honest I just wanted the torture to be more than this because not only did he back stab me he put the reputation of my company at stake. I couldn't afford to lose that because every mafia and gangster knows just how strong I am and no one dares to mess with me. But he not only had the guts but he didn't even think twice about the consequences and I would use him as a souvenir to warn others not to mess with me unless they wanted to die and his head would make the perfect souvenir to warn the others never to mess with me.