Mafia Triad Novels & Stories

His face was all bruises and blood and it was barely enough to quench my rage. “Why? Why did you murder my parents?” I asked him, but all I got was silence. “Why did you do it?” He spat blood on my feet and looked at me with the most unremorseful eyes I'd ever seen. “They were bitches… bitches for the Mafia. Maybe it runs in the blood since you just became one,” “They were loyal to the bureau. They were too good to work with the likes of you. You killed them because they were on your backs!”

He might be consigliere but this is Cosa Nostra—Sicilian Mafia—and my famiglia is one, if not the biggest of the five families that runs the affairs of Cosa Nostra. No one is to be trusted. Not even your own self. And in my thirty years of being alive, and at least twenty years of being a sworn member of the mafia, I've never been regarded a fool and I'm not about to become one neither will I feign ignorance to the foul play being displayed right before my eyes.

Two years later "Xavier..." Killian marched into his study room. "Still no news?" Xavier asked in dejection to which Killian nodded in lament. A bitterness crept into his face. In spite of the despondency, Xavier was still the boss of the Italian mafia. Together with Killian, they had taken over a few new territories, including the Chinese triads, the Hong Kong triads, and the Japanese Yakuza. The last two years, all Xavier ever did was drowning himself in work and more work. More blood was shed. Megan leaving had awakened the lethal creature inside him. Power became a dangerous thing for him. The more he had it, the more he craved it.

My father and Giuseppe were the most important, but my father's character was more fearsome; when he died, I accepted my destiny, and Giuseppe knew that the place of the Don of the Italian Mafia was mine by right and did not question it. I grew strong and became the most feared and violent Capo; at night, I lived intensely in my casino and business, no woman resisted me, that's why I earned the name of "The Devil," a man without scruples, strong and ruthless, the Devil in person and the worst nightmare for my enemies.

He, too, wanted that more than anything else. "Alright. Let's continue," Don Carianno sighed, going over a few documented files. "We're gonna do a lot of shipping to the triads. Nuclear weapons, drugs, explosives, and a few expertly crafted daggers. And cash, of course. Lots and lots of it. Don't forget, we need the triads," "For what?" Ghost asked churlishly. Sure, they had a warm relationship with the Chinese Mafia, but Don Carianno seems to wanna buy them over. Like he needed something in return for his favors.

Rosalina's smile was a thin, cruel line. "Not just yet, my love. We need to make Rafael suffer, to strip him of everything he holds dear. His family, his business, his precious Eva... we'll take it all away from him, piece by piece." Lorenzo's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with the possibilities. He could see the beauty in Rosalina's plan, the way it would slowly destroy Rafael from the inside out. Eleanor, Rafael's mother, was a powerful figure in the Mafia world. She had risen to the top through ruthless tactics and strategic alliances. When she took over as the head of the family, she eliminated any potential threats, including Lorenzo's father, a rival Mafia boss.

His mere presence was enough. "You know what happens to those who steal from us," Alessandro finally spoke, his voice low and steady. "But you didn’t just steal. You sold names. Family names." "I didn’t mean to," the man gasped, his breath hitching. "It wasn’t supposed to go that far." Giovanni made a soft sound in his throat, a mix of a sigh and a growl. Then, a figure emerged from the shadows near the sacristy—the priestess.

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.

Victorious warriors win first and then go to war, while defeated warriors go to war first and then seek to win. -Sun Tzu * * * MATEO So today something big will happen. By big I mean war. War full of blood and dead bodies. The Red mafia crossed us and today is the day to show them what we are capable of and what we do to those who cross us. They killed a lot of my men in Europe, and not only that, they also killed the family of someone I know.

When a member passes away or is lost, their blood relative—child, sibling, nephew, or any close relation—automatically takes their place. And knowing that we are first-degree relatives, as her daughter, I will have a role in the organization. The same goes for Magnus, who is already ahead of me. If we both sit on our throne together, civilly arranged as a married couple or bound by vows, we will have the very first union of power. It is a rule in the Mafia code that the organization must follow, and that is what they do not want to happen. The one sitting on the throne of the organization is what they call the Triad. The organization is managed by three families—the Collins, the Romero, and