Mafia: The Old Country Protagonist Novels & Stories

G R A C E P O V We stood in front of the big mansion of 'Family Antoïni' in Italy. My legs were shaking, my hands were clammy and my body was sweating like I was walking through a desert. I felt like dying. I didn't know if I could do that. I seriously doubted it. My leg wasn't healed completely yet from the bullet wound and they were also weak from the nerves. If Giovanni wasn't holding me up I would have sacked through my legs already.

“They hired a Russian mobster who played me horrible. I managed to turn the situation around and not get so hurt, but this one is capable of anything. It's a real animal. Jesus, Jesus, Jesus. “Do you understand why I really need someone to trust, Mina?” He asks me in his broken voice. “I feel like everyone wants to hurt me. I've done horrible things in my life, but this last time I've tried to fix it by getting all this shit out of me, trying to cut ties with these people, but they're the worst scum that can exist in the world.” “Black... That Russian mobster who played you is…” “Yes, Mina. He's Mikael Sydow's own son of a bitch.”

“Were they able to describe this person?” He gave me the description of the last person I was expecting. The most ruthless person who refused to take a side in the Italian mafia. He does his own things and has his own gang. In summary he is a one man army. It will be so bad to get on his bad side. If I think I have eyes everywhere, I'm joking. Rosco is the eyes of the whole country. He might have his men among my men too and I wouldn't know. “Boss, are you there? It's him, right?” Arico called out.

He squirts and I let go of his hand and turn to face Mia who stood frozen to the ground. "Who is the Mafioso now?" I question her and my words seem to hold humor as the fucker in the seat starts to chuckle. "You thought this guy was part of the costa nostra?" He continued to chuckle. "He will never be costa nostra. Me I am costa nostra." He smirks. "You..." Mia stared at him that crazy shit anger returning. Oh fuck.

Before we had the chance to enter I tug on her hand to get her to stop with me. "What is it, why did we stop?" "Do you think our moms knew about this all along?" "I think they do." I spent most of the day thinking about my conversation this morning with my cousin. It was still a bit difficult to believe, my dad is such a good person. How could he have been the leader of a Mafia? That too is one of the largest ones in Italy and Russia. After doing my research I learned that they were responsible for a lot of murders, drugs, and gun smuggling, and the one that terrified me the most was trafficking girls

" 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.

He asked angrily. He was still enjoying his bachelor life and he doesn't want to have commitment nor responsibilities to women. They are all pain in the ass, he'll rather fuck them and leave right after. "What are you fussing about when you know you'll eventually get married? You're not just a normal man Damon, you are the future Capo di tutti capi!" the old man answered, referring to his position in their organization. He was a mafia boss. The future leader of Thanatuo Organosi, a Greek mafia that originated in Greece but is now dominating in Albania and South America. He was also the mysterious owner of Infinity Winery that runs here in the Philippines.

“Let me rephrase that, are you into illegal dealings?” Niko pulls my body flush to him, my bare back rests against his warm chest, his fingers smoothing my hair behind me to bare my shoulder to his lips as it lowers to my shoulder. Scenarios ran through my head, in movies they always portrayed the mafia as a violent illicit world, lawless men and women, committing all sorts of crimes imaginable, trafficking substances, women, and children. And while ours can be quite violent, the lifestyle and traditions are somewhat old-fashioned, and outdated and can come off as strange to outsiders. I never imagined it would have some truth to it.

"Not exactly. Why are you obsessed with me? What does Cardinal want? I know it's not my mafia." "You're a mafia devil." I said "I know that much from the file I found in your closet." "What file?" he asked furiously "The file about you seeing a therapist for a year when u were thirteen to control your anger. You were incredibly violent as a child." I answered a little frightened "I also know that you're going to New York by the next month. The mafia that you have here is just a bunch of people from other mafias helping to cover you while you protect Royalty from Cardinal. You're moving back to New York when all this is over. Your real mafia is there."

Jade Pov It's been three months since I was here in Sicily. First, when I came here I thought I would wipe clean Bastian and his gang as I did to many but he is different. He is keen on his security systems, whenever I tried to hack it, it creates a new wall of security so I gave up on it. Once when I sneak into his office, I found that he is not only a mafia mob but also a hunter. Not any hunter but a supernatural hunter. I don't know why he is still keeping me alive and safe. Does he have any motivation? I have no idea.