Mafia Story Ideas Novels & Stories

Chapter 2 At the tender age of sixteen I made the decision to run away from home. Was it difficult? Of course it was but not for the reasons many may think. Growing up, my life wasn’t a fairytale despite what it may have looked like, my parents were wealthy and I needed or wanted nothing but their attention, their love, and their gentleness unfortunately though those words were not in my parents vocabulary instead they used violence and had both me and my brother growing up around petty thieves and criminals which is why when I decided to leave my childhood home I promised myself that i would never get involved with anything like that ever again.

Ever since my cousin gave up the mafia and chose to live peacefully with his new family, I made sure no one dared to harm them. Sol was the face of our mafia although ironically, he was careful not to let anyone be familiar with his face. He was a prudent man. As much as he could, he wanted to avoid war or anything that would bring harm to the family. He was more like my padre who chose peace and order rather than conflict among mafias. However, that wasn’t enough to avoid greed and envy from others. In the end, he still managed to attract enemies. Our name and reputation was no different than royalty in our world. Just an utter of our name, people no doubt will know.

another added, pointing out the hole in our story. I felt a vein throb in my temple. My father was overplaying his hand. By changing the narrative from a cheating sister to a kidnapped victim he was making us look disorganized. He was desperate to get those properties back, but in the process, he was making me look like a liar. #3 “I thought the mafia war was based on blood and fighting. Why are they making noise on the internet? Pathetic,” a top-rated comment sneered. #4 “The government should do something about this. How can just two families shake the whole city?”

“Congratulations, Boss!” Without waiting for the celebration, Drake turned on his heel and walked out of the church. Amy followed closely behind, flanked by a sea of suits and heavy artillery. The moment the heavy church doors slammed shut behind them, the priest’s knees gave out, and he collapsed onto the altar floor, completely unconscious. Meanwhile, across the city, the atmosphere was entirely different. Inside the fortified syndicate of the Blood Pact Mafia. The second largest crime syndicate in Italy. Athan, a hardened man in his early fifties, sat high on a leather chair that served as his throne. The air in his private chambers was thick with the pungent, sweet scent of a heavy blunt

“I did a little digging into your boyfriend, sorry, ex-boyfriend.” I shot him a glare and he chuckled, before he continued, “He's a bastard son. After Gabriel's father died, Lilian—”he shrugged“—fucked another man and got pregnant. Obviously that part was kept under wraps. A woman being the head of a Mafia is bad enough, if word got out that she was pregnant, it'll make them vulnerable. Aiden kept his father's name, Smith.” He paused and looked at me as I listened with rapt attention. His name was part of the reasons why I couldn't connect the dots. If his surname was Martinez, maybe I would have caught on. At least now I know not everything was a lie. He told me his real name.

I didn’t want anyone to suffer because of me. Despite my hands pinned to the wall and his body almost covering mine, I managed to smile at him. "I just guessed. I've read and watched lots of stories and movies about mafias, and some of them have godfathers," I said. I was grateful for the stories I’d heard from my dad about mafias; otherwise, I wouldn’t have known what to say. As I always said, I wasn’t a fan of violence, so I don't read or watch violent movies.

He was ruthless, but he had his standards. But, this was not the life Mia had asked for. She did not beg to be on earth to be maltreated by her parents then sold to a Mafia boss. I knew that being a member of the Mafia was very dangerous. Mia's life was always at risk for the rest of her life whether she chose to remain in the Mafia or leave. I felt sad for her, but I could not save her because I was going to be part of the Mafia family soon.

In the end, it was the mafia. "The mafia..." Eugene snorted and mumbled to himself. He had been confident in his success as a lawyer. But suddenly becoming a mafioso, what was he supposed to do? Learn crime? It was absurd. Jerry, who had picked up the general story, came upstairs and caused quite a commotion. From what Eugene gathered from the excited Jerry's words, the story seemed to have been embellished into something of a heroic tale. Just the fact that Eugene's first kill was Don Colvino, who had ruled as New York's boss for decades, made the story quite impressive.

Auracio His best friend. — I am going to become very close to his best friend. I often think back to what happened at the very beginning, to the winding path that led us to where we are today. It is important to understand that the mafia has its roots in a distant past, long before the world ever heard of it. Some historians believe that its origins may date back to the Muslim conquest of Sicily, when Christian princes, forced into exile, took refuge in the mountains and remote areas. To continue to secretly rule over their lands, they supposedly formed secret societies based on strict codes of honor and a rigid organization. These groups, dogmatic and elitist, laid the foundations for the m

Ken answered, “As long as you’re with me you’ll be safe.” “Why is that?” I asked. “I am one of the most feared Mafia leaders out there,” he smirked,”Only the stupid people dare to mess with me.” “Okay then,” I mutter. “We’re here,” Cole announced. “Lets party,” Dexter cheered. We got out of the car, and I looked at the big house in front of me. “Jesus you guys must be billionaires,” I gaped. "What did u expect,” Ken clarified. We walked into the house, and I was surprised to see everyone look so……classy.