Mafia Son Novels & Stories

“You have no idea who the fuck you are talking to right now. I ought to whip you until you bleed for this disobedient and disrespectful outburst.” Her eyes widened and her mouth went dry as it hung open. Not at his threats but rather the vclaim that he made—his words echoing in her mind. The mafia king? As in the leader of the vicious MMM group from Karachi? Never in a million years had Anissa thought that she would be facing the leader of the most powerful mafia in the country. The identity of the leader of the mafia was kept hidden from the public but his malicious and merciless killings and acts were infamous throughout the country. Anissa wasn’t that much of a news person or a socialite

'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.

No sense in sugar coating why we are here. “Finally! I’ve been waiting for one you Italian fuckers to confront me. At least you didn’t tie me up or some shit. I don’t just work for the Irish mafia. I’m Shamus McCormic youngest son. We want to work with you against the fucking Russians who want us all dead.” Connor immediately answers. “What about Sofia?” I question, starting to feel my own protectiveness over her. She is family because she is Anthony’s family.

Bria shouts. "Mia is not poor. She is wealthy. She made the Costa family the second most influential family in the Italian Mafia. Now go back to your parents and run your family business. Your father is getting old and will need his heir to run his business soon," I say. Bria looks at me with puppy dog eyes. It may work with her older lovers, but it does not work on me.

“Come back with me, Angelo. You are the rightful leader… the king of the mafia. Uncle Domenico left all of that to you. You dishonor it by cutting your connection from your true family. Are you insane? She is just an ordinary woman you accidentally met.” “She bears my children, Vassily. I am the father of our children. She and the lives inside her are my family. The mafia is still family but I want my own blood. This is something I wish for a long time. Respect that, fratello mio. We all know that I don’t deserve leading the mafia. Cara is.” I started to turn and leave him, fed up with his bullshit. Leo will just lead him out. Vassily wrapped his hand around my arm and stopped me.

Sahir said. "My son, I'm the leader, not any small one, but then the leader of the underworld, king of the Mafia! The one who does everything, from smuggling to killing people! Every cruelest thing." Sahir's eyes widened at his words. But he kept calm until his Abbu said something which shaken up his heart.

he asks me and I look up, shaking my head. " She was my prize." " what?" " Her stupid father thought he could win against me. He had debts but no money to pay back. I could have just killed him, thats what I often did but I couldn't. His wife was sick and their youngest child had inharited that illness so he loaned money from me to try and safe at least one of them. I admit I had pity for that man but also I admired that he was willing to go as far as ask the mafia for money to safe his family. So I made him an offer, If he beats me in a game I choose he is free and I give him extra money on top. If he fails I get his elder daughter as my personal slave" he smirked at me.

Justice will be served by his own hands. "Tell me who did this Giovann and I'll kill every last one of them! He said it with conviction which draws all the people’s attention around towards him. Their men in the mafia was all just standing quietly with respect to the head of the family, The Brussel’s. Giovann sighed and put his hands inside his pockets, if only he could do something to ease this boy’s pain. "Let's talk after we took care of this place Axel,have the men carry your mom outside. I am burning this whole place down".

He sighed again, "Have you heard of the mafia?" Even though I had guessed this fact already, my heart stilled. The man I liked was in the fucking mafia. I nodded slowly. "Half of this country is occupied by us. The Italian Mob. The Cosa Nostra. Call it what you want. The other half is the Russians'." He supplied quietly, then something seemed to get ignited in him, and his eyes flared. "The mafia is my family. My father was the head - the Don - earlier. Now I am."

"I didn't tell you all of this so you would feel sorry for her. I wanted to open your eyes to the fact that Dante Luciano is a lunatic. "His repentance and revenge are meaningless. The damage has been done. Your Padre won't come back to life, and your wounds won't disappear." "I know," I muttered. "No, you don't," Uncle Marco retorted, shaking his head. "You grew up with him, and you still think of him as the young boy who will bandage your wounds when you're injured. That boy died a long time ago, Lina. "The man you're up against is the Don of a mafia family. His hands are steeped in blood, and he's stubborn to a fault."