Mafia: The Old Country Protagonist Novels & Stories

The old leader of the mafia was a well-mannered old man. He had blood on his hands but abided by the rules of the mafia game, never breaking his word, relenting and cheating. Vince worked well with him and his business grew, then things changed when the old leader died. The new leader, Derrick, is a young man who despises tradition and rules. He can do whatever it takes, even give up his reputation, as long as there is profit. So Derrick breaks the contract and joins Vince's competitors in blocking his hotel. Hearing Vince's words, Derrick fiddled with his somewhat messy bangs and gave an exaggerated and evil smile. "Vince, Ulric, please don't say that, we're friends."

Reid replied and my jaw clenched. I'm going to kill that bastard. "Then you better hurry, Mr Carvajal" Marcel chuckled. I know my men were already on their way there right now with Damian because I told him if he doesn't find her then I will hang him. "What made you think you could play a mafia?" Yumi asked looking curious. "I have done it twice before now Miss Asia, you wouldn't know how it feels to be intelligent and strategic. Your people are dumb and useless" She spat and Enzo punched her with his brass knuckles and she cried out as blood dripped down her broken nose.

“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 And while ours can be quite violent, the lifestyle and traditions are somewhat old-fashioned, and outdated and can come off as strange to outsiders.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.

Janiyah added. Liam found it even harder to answer Janiyah, he didn't know how to avoid Janiyah's questions if he’s the one who started talking about Periyah. "I know Javier is a Mafia Leader..." "What?" Janiyah asked in disbelief. "Are you one of them, Liam? Answer me…” “I'm not like them, I don't kill people—” "So you're one of them...the only difference is that you don't kill people, but that doesn't lose the fact that you're also a criminal."

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne

Back in El Tricolor, there's a rule: If I don't get married by thirty, I have to go back and marry the woman my father arranged for me. When my girlfriend, Stella Ross, heard this, her face filled with complete disdain. "Arranged marriage? Is your home in some remote tribe? Or are you stuck in the Middle Ages? Alan, quit with these pathetic excuses to force a marriage!" She let out a mocking laugh and pulled out a ring. "I was actually planning to accept your proposal and even bought us a pair of rings. But since you're so desperate, I think we both need some space to cool off." With that, she tossed the ring straight to her assistant, Ethan Parker. The marriage I had waited years for w

He had returned to his usual self a little bit but darkness had already consumed him and he was no longer the same. This Romeo Reed reminded me of my childhood friend whom I see as a brother. The only difference was he messed with the wrong mafia. And probably the wrong woman. He stirred as if his instinct told him that someone was watching him. I rise to my feet and saunter towards him. I see the moonlight shone against his face. His torso was bare, only wearing pants below. He had inherited a little bit of his father’s features. I still remembered how I had killed him too hastily. Given he was the mastermind behind my stolen shipment, I should’ve tortured him and show him how the queen of

"What? A powerful, brooding mafia boss trying to win your trust? That’s something straight out of a romance novel.” Amelia shook her head with a small laugh. "I can hear you even laughing — my fucking goodness, you're gone totally." Mia chuckled. "It's not as if he is going to hurt you. You understand the scenario better than me because you are the one living in it, and before this, you know he has been making his advances towards you. You are not a child, Amelia so suck it up. A Mafia don here in Italy is interested in my best friend. While I am scared, I am also excited."

The kind of black that absorbed light, as though it was meant to remind people of who he was the heir to one of the most feared Mafia families in Europe. He looked up when she approached. His gaze swept over her once, quickly, and something flickered behind his eyes, but his tone remained even. “You’re late.” She frowned. “It’s been eight minutes.” “Eight minutes too long,” he said, turning away. Elena clenched her jaw but said nothing. Marco gave her a small, sympathetic glance, as if silently warning her not to push further.

He was always the one that gave me the most trouble, but then again what did I expect. I took my seat afterward and looked at each of them. They were the most trusted people in my organization. Gabriele was my second in command for good reason. He was a smart ass and could get bossy, but he was loyal to a fault. Riccardo had a resolve made out of steel, but he needed to when he was the one looking after our sex workers. Niccolo, my cousin, was insane, but he was good with a gun and ran them without getting taken down.