Mafia Son Novels & Stories

she asked Rafael, her voice low and husky. Rafael's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched. "They're a powerful mafia family from Spain," he replied, his voice dripping with caution. "They're looking to expand their business interests here, and they want to meet with me to discuss a potential partnership." Eva's eyes widened, her mind racing with the implications. "A partnership?" she repeated, her voice laced with skepticism. "What kind of business are they in?" Rafael's gaze flicked to Blaze, who was driving, before returning to Eva. "Let's just say they're interested in exploring new opportunities," he said, his voice vague.

She folded her hands and raised a brow at me. “I am Zach Westley baby" I replied " And I am, a Mafia boss”

"I had been his favourite, but he chose to treat me in such a manner. Like a common criminal. That was what I foolishly thought. When we got home, everyone was already at our home, waiting for me to return. Nonno had walked up to me and given me such a resounding slap that made every other person flinch. After which he told me that as discipline, I was going to leave for a military training academy at Miami. His punishment wasn't sending me to the military academy. Moreover, I had always been Alexander's spare." "How do you mean?" I asked in confusion. "I mean that, Alexander was originally the mafia heir. I never was." "Really?" That was suprising. There were really a lot I didn't know. "Ye

The big boss happened to be Drey Sandler, son of the biggest Mafia Boss in this whole of the city. The man with whom she encountered last night. However, she couldn’t recognize him, but he did. Drey was pretty shocked to see that his newly acquired property is the same person he had a one night stand with just the day before. However, he perfectly masked his shock, and scanned the young lady in front of him. Marie opened her mouth in awe unconsciously as she looked at the man behind the desk. He was completely different from what she had imagined he would look like. It was just like in the stories, but unlike books, she was a victim and she wasn’t finding anything funny.

“He hasn’t done anything. In fact, I haven’t even seen him these past few days. He’s rarely around. Unlike his son.” “Son?” came my father’s confused reply. I let out a small, nervous laugh. “Apparently, the mafia king has a little boy. He calls me ‘Mama.’ It’s… strange.” The line went silent for a moment as I brushed my hair and sat at the vanity. My reflection looked composed—a stark lie my frantic pulse betrayed. “I-I’m sorry, Rachel,” Dad said suddenly, his voice cracking. “This is all my fault.”

I asked as we approached the living room. “My son.” A scent hit me. It was addictive. Achingly familiar. Stirred something deep in my core. We stepped into the living room and Androa let go. He gestured toward a figure on the couch. “Meet my son, Dominic Morvanti.” I searched his face. It was him. The stranger from last night.

“But I have other aspirations in life. Becoming a mafia wife was never part of my plan.” “Watch your words when you speak of my son,” Mirella warned without looking at her, her attention fixed on the painting as if each word she spoke was just another stroke of the brush. “Dante isn’t just a simple mafioso, as you say. He is the leader of the ’Ndrangheta. The mere mention of the Bellandi name makes lesser men tremble. Don’t get it twisted, girl.” Her tone was soft, but every syllable carried a sharp edge—a reminder that Svetlana was a foreigner in a world that didn’t belong to her.

His shimmer in astonishment at me. “Why? Who the hell is that guy? Why do you act like he’s so important? I doubt he’s part of the elites. I never saw him in any gathering.” I casually said. Henrick laughed even more. “Why would he? He’ll only create chaos if he does.” “What do you mean?” “He’s the son of a mafia boss. His family, including Ivy, are prominent members of the mafia that beat—even kill people. Especially those who disrespect them.” “WHAT?!”

Not a word came out of my mouth. He knew. He got to know everything. I gulped. My fists clenched on my dress at the sides. "Leonardo McCommer. One of the dangerous mafia leaders of America. The man who has been running so many illegal activities throughout the continent for decades, the man police have been looking for years," he said, still not moving from his seat. "And nowadays his elder son is helping him run the gang, preparing to be the next mob boss of the organization. And do you know what his name is, love?"

Born into a notorious and most-feared mafia kingpin family, my father leads one of the most dangerous mafia clans in the country. As the son of a notorious mob boss, my fate was sealed to be entwined within the criminal underworld. Ours was a wealthy and influential clan with a strict code: if you hurt one relative, you hurt the entire extended family clan. And that's what she did!