Mafia Story Novels & Stories

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.

Georgia wanted to burst out, but she tried to collect herself altogether before it could happen. “Well, yeah. That really is your one million question.” Jennifer took a bite first, while Georgia was observing her. “Have you heard about mafias?” she threw another question, instead of answering directly. Furrowed brows, Georgia replied as she began to touch her food, “Mafias? Aren’t those popular in fiction?” she asked as she prepared a bite of fried rice. The spoon was already half-way through her mouth, when she halted as realization struck her.

“I’ve never been with a man before… but I’m not against the possibility. You’d better behave, Tristan, or I might just make your entire body ache with regret.” He turned and walked away, leaving me alone, bound and exposed, in the eerie silence of the warehouse. It was then, in the echoing emptiness, that the full horror of my situation truly dawned on me. I was caught in the crossfire of a brutal mafia war. Abducted by Vlad, I was now nothing more than a bargaining chip, a tool for his twisted vengeance against Giovanni. And the night, it seemed, was far from over.

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

Rosie explained, her eyes darting to mine for a brief second. “Okay…” Ezra cleared his throat and glanced at Sienna before focusing on Rosie again. I could tell he was a bit hesitant to talk about it in front of his wife, but it was too late for regrets now. “Long story short, I made some bad business with them. I didn’t know they were from the mafia, but when I found out, it was too late.” I didn’t blame him. Most of us didn’t normally play by the books. The mafia didn’t care about whose lives they would fuck up, as long as they had what they wanted.

“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?”

Their expressions turned serious at once. They finally understood: I wasn’t some lost, weak princess waiting to be “taken in.” I wasn’t a lonely girl Sophia could destroy. I was Mia. The woman who controlled the new Italian Quarter shipping lines. The woman none of their families could afford to anger. I stood and walked to the floor‑to‑ceiling window. Beneath me lay the richest, most dangerous streets in the city. Mafia bosses. Old money. Greed. Betrayal. A million secret deals happening in the dark.

Just older. The caption reads: "Lucia Santino, heir to the Santino fortune, attends annual charity gala." "That's my mom," I whisper, shaking. Your mother wasn't Lucia Hale. She was Lucia Santino. And that's why people are hunting you. "I don't understand. Who are the Santinos?" He writes slowly, carefully: One of the five founding families. The most powerful one. And you're the last surviving heir. "What does that mean?" It means you're worth more dead than alive to four families.

Isabella’s POV It was nice to have dinner with Papa, but of course, as soon as the topic of the DeMarcos came up, there was a huge fight. “I don’t understand in this day and age that you can’t barter for my freedom,” I voiced, crossing my arms. “It’s mafia tradition, Mia Stellina,” Papa replied. “The mafia is very steeped in tradition and values. There is even a mafia council in Italy with strict rules. If you go against the council, you can face severe penalties, including death.”