Mafia: The Old Country Protagonist Novels & Stories

I was hoping that he would tell me that it is a lie but from the looks of things, it didn’t look like the old man was going to do any of that. It rang in my head. MY FATHER HAD BORROWED MONEY FROM THE MAFIA.How could he? I wondered. So rather than dwell on the past or cry over spilled milk, I decided that I would make things better.“Okay I have heard what you have to say. I’ll work and will start paying you” I said. Well I got the shock of my life, when the old man burst into fits of laughter.

None of them looked younger than twenty-four, meaning I had to be the youngest. The mansion belonged to one of the most feared men in the city, Domenico Fanucci. Although he tried covering his tracks behind a family vineyard and brewery, everyone knew him as one of the most ruthless and notorious mafia bosses. His sons had quite the reputation in the city as well, and it was not a good one. There was the youngest brother, Dante, known for his playboy ways, the middle child, Gian, known for his lack of manners, and at last, the oldest, the heir—Alessio, known for his hideous temper, cold aura, and handsome looks.

" The sudden call Henry received a while ago is from none other than their old enemy David Brook, for whom they lost everything but don't know a clue about him. David Brook is 59 years old and a mafioso. As he is an older man, his evil tricks are more dangerous, and using his tricks, David keeps destroying Henry and his family nonstop. After igniting Henry's anger, he calls his other prey instantly. "It's time to contact her." Oliver, a 32-year-old underground mafia, says to his assistant after reading the mail from his crime partner. "Boss, her phone is switched off." "Try to contact her as soon as possible." "Yes, boss." "It's been a while, my dear sister. You tricked him well. Just a few

Damon was kneeling before Lucien begging for mercy, while Lucien held a gun to his head, he was trebling in fear, I had to do something even though I didn’t really care whatever happens to him, I didn’t want something bad to happen to anyone because of me so I had to also plead on Damon’s behalf I ran downstairs and knelt beside Lucien pleading with him so he doesn’t pull the trigger “Please Lucien don’t do what you would end up regretting, he’s not worth it” “Oh, but he was worth it last night, right? He stepped on mafia territory without permission, and you should know what happens to intruders by now…death” “I know, he’s sorry he didn’t know, please forgive him” “Forgiveness doesn’t work

None of them had made me feel like this. I poured myself a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid sloshing against the crystal. I drained it in one gulp, welcoming the burn that spread through my chest. I needed to get a grip. I needed to remember who I was. I was Dimitrio De Luca, Don of the most powerful mafia family in Lazio. I had killed men with my bare hands. I had burned rival families to the ground. I had built an empire from the ashes of my father's death and Giacomo's betrayal.

he went on. “ I was afraid, because I thought that my enemies had caught up with me,” he went on with his voice breaking, I stood up once I had seen how trembling the while experience had been for him. I sat down next to him, and held his shoulder as I rubbed it. “ Lucy, when I decided on how to lead my life, or how to become a mafia lord who brought terror to his enemies, I always thought that that would be how my ending came, or worse,” he trembled as his voice continued to break.

"What else can I do?" Macerio chuckled deeply as his voice sent shivers down both Olive and Asher. Both men stood there with sweat on their foreheads. Obviously, this man still had these authoritative glares and tones, and they could not help but cowardly bow their heads. As they were equally scared of this man. His years of gambling and crimes were no match for many young mafia rulers, especially Mr. Nathan from the Ezra Cassano lineage, yet he was able to surpass him! What a mystery!

Last night I received notice that the Family was cutting me loose. The explanation was flimsy: my thinking was outdated, I refused to modernize, and I was seriously obstructing the Family's expansion. That morning, my fiance stopped me in the corridor, his expression icy. "Kelly was right. Someone as stubborn and inflexible as you only holds the Family back. "And don't blame me for cutting you. You offended someone you shouldn't have." Kelly leaned against the railing, surrounded by her men, and watched me with a smug smile. She was the Don's own niece. Two weeks earlier, she had been parachuted in to take over the Family's core operations, using reform as an excuse to purge every elder. At

Only the worn-out curtains and the dirty floor would be left in their small apartment. Earlier that week, she had gone to Mikhail Mazza for help. Although he was known as the Country's most handsome bachelor and conglomerate. He was also known as the Mafia Kingpin. She couldn't let her mother die. The woman had suffered a lot and if she could at least do what he wanted. she'd make that change. But she was not ready to give her virginity to a man-whore. Mikhail Mazza was feared in the whole city. He was the Country's most dangerous and whoring bachelor.

“I came to make you pay and what better way to do that than watch you witness the death of your son, and leave your alive to hate yourself for letting this happen, knowing fully well that you can’t kill me, you can’t hurt me, you can’t even think of coming close to me while you spend the rest of your life hating and wishing this didn’t happen and when things start to get better, I come by to make sure you don’t deserve any happiness, I guess Liam and his son Ollie are just collateral damage.” “Bold of you to assume you will do all of that, even worse you think his mafia will watch you ruin everything and not do anything, someone will take over, they will become your enemy, they will ruin you