Mafia Story Novels & Stories

My pulse roared in my ears as I spun on shaky legs and fled. Back in my room, I barely made it to the bathroom before I vomited. I gripped the sink, my knuckles white, my mind spiraling. Viktor Romanov wasn’t just a cruel man with too much power. He was the mafia. I thought the mafia was just a story. Something I’d read about in books or seen in movies—powerful men in suits, smoke curling from cigars, blood staining marble floors. It wasn’t real. It couldn’t be.

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. “Cole Jones?” I suddenly ask in a low whisper as my eyes continue to look down at him, his smirk still present on his lips but his eyes were following my co-worker who apparently ran out without sputter

I decided to taunt her more I want her to loose it . I moved closer to her and touch her lips ,I felt a weird connection between us ,so I moved close to her and whisper in her ear .. where do u want it lil slut? Here or outside ?? I fanned her neck .. she shivered lightly .. I was about to do more before I felt someone pull me back … I had totally forgotten my sister is here .. lilo dear ! Sorry but I will talk to you later I need to leave now and she .. I said pointing to the girl is coming with me ….. she made to protest but I stopped her no lilo I promise you I won’t kill her … take care lil sister I said and peck her on her head ….. I dragged the girl along with me , we got to my car ,ge

Mafia’s maid It was late afternoon, sun was about to go and She was standing in front of a pub alone with just few pieces of information. Jeremy sends her to find out the person who was stealing his drug consignments.given by the guard, contained three photographs with the information regarding the stolen consignments. With shaky feet she gets out of the car and started approaching the entrance of the pub which was filled with neon lights and smell of alcohol was strong in air.

" On your right side. Turn the lamp on. " Catalina found the switch and pressed it. As soon as she touched it, an alarm went off. The pakhan snatched the gun from her hands and with one hand pushed her on the bed with him. She collided with his naked hard chest and now the gun rested on her cleavage. " Rule number 1 . Never believe a Mafia. " He laughed loudly and footsteps echoed in the corridor. The door opened with several men in there and one of them switched on the lights at last.

Clint sat in his den with Raffalle over copious amounts of alcohol. “Well?” Since the previous day, he’d been a crazed lunatic, intent on revenge and blood and death for the bullets that had been meant for him but had hit the woman he loved instead. “It was one of Dogan Hampster men. When I caught up to him, he wouldn’t talk. Brady and I had to overpower him and tie him down. It took hours before I got the full story.”

They worked together and he was their boss. “How long have you been in the mafia?” The craziest thing about this whole situation was that I wasn’t freaked out about it. It was probably the books that were getting to my head, making me believe I could have my own love story with a mafia boss. Books really made people delusional. “I was born into it. I had no choice.”

As in Luca Tadeo—a name that carried weight in Thania, one of the most ruthless politicians the city ever had. “Luca’s gonna break her,” I heard someone from the left scoff. My attention was soon brought back to Luca when his fingers dug into my skin, his tightening grip bruising the soft flesh. Though I worked odd jobs, my flesh and skin never told the tale, surprising those closest to me. His hot breath laced with whisky fanned my cheeks as he glared down at me. "Think you’re too good for the stage, huh?" he growled loud enough for the others to hear. "Get on your knees and beg, whore. Show us what you’re really made of."

And to worsen the situation, his bodyguards stood like statues, blocking the exits. Hannah, who had been chatting with someone at the bar, finally noticed what was happening. Her face went pale as she hurried over. "Scarlett?" she asked, her voice shaky. Then she looked at Liam, and her eyes widened in recognition. "Wait, you’re…" Her voice trailed off, and I saw the fear flash across her face. She knew him. Everyone seemed to know him. Liam DeLuca, the godfather of some gang, Europe’s biggest mafia—at least that was what Hannah had told me earlier today in class.

I realized this was very dangerous, especially since we're going to a full-blown Mafia environment where all the bad gangsters were. Lord, Vincent’s boss, had seen us enter Vincent’s residence, from what Vincent told us. He was curious for some reason about why we were here. Vincent lied and said we were his lawyers as he was facing a court case. Unfortunately, Lord was also in a similar situation and demanded our presence. It was clear he probably said this because he thought Vincent was lying. If they had kept track on Kelvin then they might have known who Taylor was already. And now here we were in a private jet, with 10 gangsters being taken to Africa where Lord was. It had been two days