Mafia Story Ideas Novels & Stories

Five guards step out of it, and fall into step behind me instantly. With my phone in a pocket, and a pistol in my hand; eyes filled with deathly fury as we approach. The moment I step in, the sight before me makes my heart stop. Not because its new, I've seen thousands of dead bodies, it was worse after an all out war between two ruthless mafia Lords. What made my heart stop is the implication. "This is a lot." I mutter, noting the extent of damage that had been done. The thought of innocents being murdered, and killed for something they didn't do or had no idea of; makes my heart ache.

They say if you keep dancing with the devil you’ll get burned. There was only one way that this shit would end. They always say that the only outcomes of being in the game are winding up dead, or going to jail. Would I really get my own happily ever after, being the bastard that I was? With all of the people I hurt, all the bodies I’d made drop, all of the lives I’d destroyed? My name is Louis… And this is my story. Growing up in Birmingham, being forced and groomed into the mafia under the influence of my stepfather.

As I grew older and overheard conversations between papa and his 'colleagues', I soon figured out what the fuck was going on. I was fourteen when I found out. My papa killed his brother and his family to take over the Spanish mafia himself. He did all of this for money. Our family wasn't poor before this, so papa had no reason to be this greedy. He got caught up in all of this avarice that he ended up killing his own family. It wasn't like uncle Pedro didn't send us money either, he would always help us when we asked. Yet, papa didn't appreciate his brother's efforts enough...

“Why don’t we immediately go to the police for help, Noah? They can legally protect you from this danger, right?” I shook my head sadly, my voice filled with bitterness. “The police simply can’t do anything helpful for me,” I said. “Who is ever going to believe my crazy story about werewolves and Vengas powers? They’d simply lock me up instantly for being completely crazy and delusional.” He nodded slowly, his voice quiet with realization. “Yeah, I guess you’re right about that,” he said slowly. “That’s… definitely a lot of crazy information to process. So, who exactly is trying to kill you? Who is Stan’s murderous boyfriend?”

Chiara Moretti Alessandro stared down at me, his jaw tight. "You say that now," he said, and took a step toward me. "But you do not understand what you are asking for, Chiara. The mafia world is not a boardroom. It is not about signing papers or making smart investments. It is a world built on blood, loyalty, and extreme violence. It is filled with people who will not hesitate to cut your throat just to send a message."

And death is something I’ve always been intimately familiar with. “Yeah.” I nodded, smoothing the fabric of my top. “I’ll tell them about the party we’ll hold to become one.” Ace stepped closer, expression turning serious in that way only he could do—where a single shift in his eyes made the entire room feel heavier. “Italian-American mafia,” he said. “Do you realize we’ll be the most powerful mafia in the entire world? We’ll have tons of enemies, and I already have many enemies. We’ll be in constant danger… You sure you wanna do this, amore?”

I didn’t want to think of the bad things that could happen, like that he could actually be upset that I had gotten pregnant too quickly. I pushed that thought away as soon as it crossed my mind. That wasn’t going to be the case at all. Regardless of what Gavril thought about it, he wanted this child. He needed this child. I sighed as I leaned back against the seat, wishing that my life was just a tad bit easier. I hadn’t really given much thought to what I was going to be bringing this child into or if I was going to even be around for their milestones. There were rumors, fewer rumors and more truths, that Mafia bosses weren’t faithful. They didn’t have traditional marriages. Their wives wer

Moscov started, "They want to be first. They want to kill you and the Hale's daughter, Alexia. Leo Ricci told them that you two are working together to take down the Australian Mafia. That's why they are all so determine to kill you and find your weapon." That son of a bitch lied. He declared war on us. A war they won't win. "I have a feeling you have something more to say." I pointed out as he quickly shook his head. "N-no." I sighed. "Spill or your next eye go." "Fine. Leo told them that if you two fall in love while working together and get a heir, your heir will be the most powerful mafia leader to ever exist. Because you are already the Mafia king and Alexia Hale is the Mafia princess,

“But while you’re at it, gather as much dirt as you can on him and his mafia. We could use that information.” “But…” I take a deep breath. “I really don’t want to get involved in mafia business. You know how risky that is, Raul.” “What’s more risky is you ending up in jail,” he counters sharply, and I furrow my brows, confused by his tone. “He did say he’d never use the body against me, though,” I repeat because deep down, I want to believe Alessandro. I might not have concrete evidence against him, but I do know some things about his mafia group that he wouldn’t want me to share with anyone, especially the FBI, right? Things like Mia, his ‘missing ex-mistress’ who doesn’t seem to be missing

I asked in their face. “Yes mafia princess, please spare us” “Hm “I thought. “We’ll do anything,” one said pleading with tears in his eyes. That’s when an idea struck me. If they’re from the American mafia then they should know all the plans and tactics that the big bosses use. They would be of great help to us and then we can kill them off. “What are you guys name?” I asked. “Wyatt” “Jamey” “Keith” “Mackison”