Mafia Skull Novels & Stories

My body had a mind of its own, a magnetic sexual force that was only drawn to HJ’s pull. Sebastian’s eyes locked on my hips, on my dress still bunched there, and I started to let go of the fabric just as his hand shot out. It balled into a big fist, and the tulle of my dress tangled in his fingers, covering the mafia ring I stared at from time to time. Each of the men at the top of the mob had them, like class rings, but with skulls imprinted on them and a teardrop on the side that symbolized the family’s blood.

And now they now it. “So you got rid of all my guys huh?” Skull looks at me and narrows his eyes just for a second then continues “You know boy, I’ve been around a lot longer than you and you’d be smart to listen to me. Bikers aren’t meant to be legit. And when your father ran this MC it ran with the blood of our enemies and the sweat on our brows as we made sure no one took up against us. You’ve turned this place into some kind of joke and I won’t stand for it.”

when Mark mentioned this man, Wade could sense the fear in his voice. "Is he so scary?" Wade looked skeptical. "Oh, chief. I suggest you don't play the fool with him!" Greg saw that look on Wade's face and knew that he might try to find fault with the Mafia. "I have heard things about him. They said that he likes to skin people alive, eat human flesh, boil their bones, and kidnap young men! I heard the rumors that this Mafia Lord fancies handsome men and women! He might be a bisexual monster! He looks very ugly, with a twisted face and a crooked nose. He has many men under him, controlling many arms dealers and gangs!" Greg's lips quivered as he spoke.

Dimitri moved closer with Skylar and Luca closely behind him, and a heavy silence filled the air around us as recognition dawned on every one of their faces, including Skylar, who gasped in shock. “These tuckers belong to the Polish Mafia,”

And second—always follow the first rule. Rhys knew the day he stepped foot in this mafia world that this was not going to be easy, and he was not the boy to do easy things. He preferred challenges, thrilling and dangerous ones. And his trust in himself brought him near the pillars of success, as most feared man in underworld and worldwide. He had both the looks and money to buy anything, with just a flick of his fingers. Women, cars, houses, buildings, he could even buy those two lost shipments once again only working a minute. But love….

I said, my voice dangerously calm, "your presence here is an insult. And who are you to question my right? By our own rules, you are as unfit as anyone you might accuse. Your family's alliances are fluid, your reach is limited." Vlad chuckled, a dry, grating sound. "Ah, but that is where you are mistaken, Sokolov. I have secured an alliance that not even your ruthlessness can counter. An alliance that brings true power, true legacy, back to the Tenevaya Bratva." He paused, letting his words hang in the air, allowing the tension to coil tighter. "My family will soon be tied to a once powerful mafia family in Italy." A murmur swept through the room. The elders exchanged glances, their impassiv

The club’s interior gleamed faintly leather booths, cracked mirrors, golden lights that had long since lost their glow. Adrien moved with purpose, checking corners, flipping a hidden switch behind the bar. A faint hum filled the room as a panel slid open, revealing a hidden stairway beneath the floor. Elena blinked. “Secret tunnels? Really?” He looked back, eyes dark with amusement. “Mafias don’t build homes, Elena. They build escape routes.” She followed him down the narrow stairs into a dimly lit hallway. The walls were concrete, lined with old security monitors and files stacked on shelves.

The goods that had been stored there had been delivered to their various selling points since last week. I went up the stairs and into the room where I was certain the others were. I was greeted with the high ranking members of our gang, sitting around a wide table. On the wall was a large painting of a cracked skull and two pistols crossing each other in front of the skull. Our insignia. Not many Mafia gangs could boast of one, but then we were the Moranos. “Took you long enough.” Marco remarked as I took a seat on the single empty chair next to Kasper.

Third Person Pov: Thomas Allen is one of the most ruthless leaders in the mafia gang Hayden Wren heads. Its known as 'Python'. Recently, there's been a fued between the two, hence; Thomas moved to Dubai. The members of the gang thought things would dissolve over time... but it didn't. Communication seized between the two for the past two years. Now, Thomas is back to set things right.

I bit my lips as I heaved a sigh, "The name on the file is Jaylen Noire Adryan, I am sure you are aware of that." "Yes, I am very well aware," Alexis put off her massage chair. How would anybody decide to just wake up and kill Jaylen, it's like signing a death contract and I didn't sign one. "And you want me to kill him? That man Is well protected, I am also sure you are well aware of that," I tried my best to be calm because I'm around Alexis. The person they wanted me to eliminate is one of the youngest, most successful and notorious mafia lords, Jaylen Noire Adryan. He is the king of the underground world and he is the kind of person someone like me would never want to cross paths with.