Mafia Skull Novels & Stories

They start off stealing and then excalates to war, and that's why the Italians are here because they want to war. Right now, I am getting ready to go to our warehouse to meet the new recuits. Hopefully, they are better than the last set we had. Becoming a new member of the mafia is stressful, for both us and them. There is a series of tests to even be considered as a recuit. Mia and Diego were accompanying me. We were also going to meet Vincenzo's brother and sister (Valentino and Gabrielle). Mama wanted us to show them around the warehouse since they were going to be here for a while, and I thought they could be potential friends.

“Fine! Yeah, I did it! So what?! We’ve been married for six fucking years! Why does she still have to hang over us like a ghost?!” “I just wanted to warn her to stay the hell away from you! Who knew that old bat had such a weak heart? Hearing those rumors about Elena whoring herself out for the surgery money just dropped her dead! Hahaha!” Vincent’s face went white as a sheet, his whole body shaking with rage. “Mia Rossi. You’re gonna pay for Selena’s death with your fucking life.” Vincent ordered his men to drag Mia kicking and screaming to the Brooklyn Bridge. He had her tied to the exact steel beam where Elena had jumped, and used every last one of his connections to shut the whole bridge

He stepped into the light of the sconces, looking as tired as I felt, but significantly less complicated. "Customs?" I asked, exhaling a long plume of smoke. "Worse. The French contact is getting greedy. He heard about the... acquisition you made this week," Marco said, glancing toward the wing of the building where I’d tucked Kieran away. "He thinks you’re distracted. He wants another twenty percent on the 'travel' f*e for the dragon-glass crates."

“What the hell is a Vengas? Why did you bring me all the way down here? If this is a trap, I’m absolutely not playing your ridiculous game.” I laughed, stepping closer, my voice dropping to a low, cold warning. “You are so incredibly clueless about yourself,” I said, my tone mocking his ignorance. “You think you know exactly who you are, Noah? You don’t know anything. A Vengas is not a human being. They are terrifyingly dangerous, capable of stealing a wolf’s entire power with a single touch. And you? You are officially one of them.”

The old Syndicate hub pulsed with danger, its shadowed halls a stage for the underworld’s elite. Kai Castellano adjusted his tailored suit, his icy blue eyes sharp behind a false identity as a Sicilian ally. The Order of Cinders’ manifesto had exposed their plan to seize the city, and Valentina’s intel pinpointed Viktor Crane’s meeting with global mafia leaders as their next target. Their empire—Castellanos and La Rosa Nera—stood on the edge, Crane’s tie to Kai’s mother a wound that festered. Kai’s jaw clenched, their rooftop kiss, Gianna’s fierce strength, a flame that burned through his fear of losing her.

One of the most feared mafia groups is the Sicilian Mafia under the leadership of Luca Guzman. Many rumours describe Luca Guzman, also known as Don Luca, as a ruthless mafia leader who would do anything to achieve his goals. This group has managed to control the drug and weapons trade beyond Italy's borders. Not only that, but he's often suspected of orchestrating the murders of judges, officials, and politicians. Luca is even skilled at international business manipulation involving money laundering that leaves no trace. Law enforcement has struggled to uncover and dismantle their network because they are so elusive and skilled in their operations. Various methods have been attempted, but in

“The Skulls. How does a motorcycle club get into trafficking? It doesn’t make sense. Clubs run drugs, weapons, territory. But not this.” Ray shook his head slowly. “The Skulls were never just a club. That was the cover. My father used it the way other people use shell companies. Something visible on the surface that explained the money and the movement and the connections.” He looked at the table. “The club members didn’t all know. Most of them were exactly what they looked like. But the inner circle knew. The ones my father trusted.” “And the war with the Vipers,” I said. “That was about protecting the operation.”

The woman was amazed by the luxury of Marcel's home. 'If I can make him fall in love with me, I can definitely take revenge on both of them. A powerful man like this should be mine.' The woman gave a wicked smile, then followed the assistant, Migan, into a room. Of course, a mafia heir would have a room called an interrogation room, for both enemies and friends, because that's where they acted as they pleased. The beautiful woman entered the room and was utterly shocked by what she saw. There were several preserved human skulls visible, along with several preserved corpses. Her knees felt weak, but she tried not to show fear, knowing this was her only way to live and take her revenge.

He’d felt the shiver that had threatened to become a sob, but he didn’t understand what was going on inside my head. “She helped me escape,” he continued, and suddenly his hand moved from my stomach to my arm, where he started to rub it in a soothing manner. Surprised, I glanced back at him, but he seemed to be busy on the phone. “Says she has information about the operation Jones and the others are doing. Oh, and in case you haven’t figured it out yet, it’s the Black Skulls MC that’s been helping them.” “The Black Skulls?!” his contact exclaimed and then let out a loud groan. “Should have guessed. This is right up their alley. But what the hell are they doing all the way down here?”

I used the pier to remove his teeth and fingers, yet, he refused to talk. Provoked I brought out my pistol and shot him on the head. He bend his head, dead. Immediately, my eyes cut sight with a skull and an axe head tattoo on his neck. I recognize it to be the symbol of another mafia association. But I felt skeptical and doubt it since there's an existing treaty between the Italian famigliar and the suspected organization. I know I would get to the root of this matter anyway, though it just a matter of time. Standing up from the chair I turned to one of my men, "clean up this mess!" I ordered and walked into my regular room.