Mafia Son Novels & Stories

Taken in silence and ceremony. And she was the last. Giovanni sat alone in his office. The room that once overflowed with books was now nothing but ashes. The shelves stood bare. The only thing left was a single photograph of his mother, young and serious. Her eyes were sharp, just like his daughter's. He poured himself a drink. “Tell me I’m wrong,” he said aloud. “Tell me I’m not the monster they think I am.” Silence answered him. The priestess didn’t need to say a word.

I took a sip from my drink and went to join him at the window. "My son," he said. "My real son, Fabio, his marriage served a purpose." "What purpose?" I asked. "It united my family with one of the biggest Russian empires," he turned to look at me. "Mika is the daughter of one of the kings of the motherland. Her father holds a lot of power in the Russian mafia." I took another sip of my drink to hide my surprise. He smiled. "I can see the surprise in your eyes, Doctor." He said. "You could never have guessed that Mika was involved in such, could you?"

“Ever met someone from the mafia?” The man shook his head so fast it was almost comical. His son whimpered behind him, still clutching his sleeve. “Shut up already!” Alerina snapped at the boy, her patience gone. “I can’t hear my uncle over your whining. One more sound and I’ll sew your mouth shut myself.” The boy clamped his lips shut instantly, tears still streaming silently down his face. Leon chuckled, clearly entertained by her cruelty. Leon turned back to the father. “That disrespectful girl you were about to strike?” He gestured toward Alerina. “She isn’t just any brat. She’s the only daughter of the De Rossi Mafia. Heard of them?”

Celestina stalked towards me closer and whispered with glee into my ears. " Yes...that's right...That tongue belonged to Nico's first son.I just wonder what Nico has to say to that" My breath seized as Milo inserted. " You don't know Nero De Santoro.He isn't called the Mafia God for nothing.If he couldn't get to Nico,he figured he have to do it through Robert,his twenty year old first son." I was suddenly cold all over and I was shaking.God knows what Nico would do now as retaliation..My children..

There's a pause, then a sigh, “The man who ordered the hit on you two last night wasn’t Italian.” I furrow my brows, wasn't Italian? That can't be right "I know what I heard last night." "I'm not disputing the fact that the men who shot you weren't Italian, I'm just saying that while they are part of the mafia, their status in the family isn't permanent." "Explain." “They’re heirs, Aaron", Cillian states, “Sons of made men. Kids who haven’t earned their spot at the table yet. Meaning they can be rented out. Bought. Borrowed or simply used and discarded whenever they feel like it.”

Apollo says looking at her. She just glared and then said, "Next time I won't be saying a shit at either one of your funerals the only thing I'm going to do is make sure you are dead," she glares at them while all our girls laughs at their faces. "Okay moving on, it turns out the man was the son of one of England's most riches but he stole billions from his father to become the biggest mafia boss in the world when his father found out he was already gone. Michael was traveling from country to country to recruit men under a false name, of course, that's how he found Hector." Aris told us as he sits down.

However, what Liam said in the next second made the thug feel like he was in hell. Liam frowned and gave it a thought, then he said icily, "Sonny Club? I've never heard of it. Is it very impressive?" The thug's expression became stiff when he heard Liam's question. His eyes widened and he shouted in disbelief, "Bullshit! You've never heard of Sonny? You're going to be scared to death once I tell you. Sonny Club is in the top ten among the mafias in the state."

"Forgot about that. It's your nickname." Rolling my eyes, I observed as two others entered the room – Lorenzo Francesco, the son of the Chicago Don, and Miguel Garcia, the eldest son of the Miami Cartel. Noticeably absent was Aleksei Petrov, the true representative of the Bratva, whose immigrant father had secured the Philadelphia syndicate through brutal means. Aleksei, much like his father, was seen as a merciless force, more savage than a respected member of the mafia.

This is the first time Alesso is tasting her anger, and he is not liking it. Mia is not scared of Alesso. She is the daughter of a former mafia don and the wife of the present don. Even if she cannot win Alesso with physical strength, she is sure Reed will snap his neck in two if he even gives her a scratch on her skin.

“They hired a Russian mobster who played me horrible. I managed to turn the situation around and not get so hurt, but this one is capable of anything. It's a real animal. Jesus, Jesus, Jesus. “Do you understand why I really need someone to trust, Mina?” He asks me in his broken voice. “I feel like everyone wants to hurt me. I've done horrible things in my life, but this last time I've tried to fix it by getting all this shit out of me, trying to cut ties with these people, but they're the worst scum that can exist in the world.” “Black... That Russian mobster who played you is…” “Yes, Mina. He's Mikael Sydow's own son of a bitch.”