Mafia Triad Novels & Stories

No seriously, it wouldn't be surprising to discover homeless people were using it for back support to take a dump, but there's the problem the walls would probably fall over should they chance leaning on it, there wasn't even a roof of any kind minus a few last man standing rusty steel beams and rebar here and there. As the men had stated this was always the place of the gathering. Ever since some bosses had a little shootout, they both died, and their lieutenants chose to make peace. This was as close to sacred ground this group could have and they were none other than Feng Wu head of the Triad, Giovanni Marchetti head of the Italian mob, and many more smaller gangs, and the remnants of bot

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.

LILY's POV "Every kingdom divided against itself is brought to desolation; and every city or house divided against itself shall not stand." - Matthew 12:25, King James One would have thought that with the death of Sergio, the age of peace would come to the Mafia world. But reality cannot be further from the truth. The Ibraco triad is not as invincible as it seems to the outsiders; for within the walls of Kane's mansion, power struggle has begun between those loyal to Tore and those loyal to Russo.

Until she’s off crutches and well again, she’s on house arrest. Anyway, today the gang and I are going on mission. Usually I don’t go on missions, but today is an exception. This particular gang has had more than one warning. They’re trying to be the top gang around here, but they’re no match against my gang. However, I have received several threats from this gang, and I’ve had enough. So, today we are simply going to destroy all of their hard work. I got 30 members of my gang including me, to go on this mission.

Everyone knows only a man can run a mafia. Perhaps she was put in charge because her father had no sons. But that was quite irresponsible on his part. Still, I would have thought he would have passed it down to a man. Regardless if he was blood or not. I am Ace Hernandez, the boss of the American mafia. At seventeen I was handed the mafia to control and to make it the most dominant in the world. Now at twenty five, I live a lifestyle which involved drinking, drugs and women. My mafia duties were not neglected. I was known to be ruthless and unforgiving. Step in my way and tha is the last thing you would ever do.

She asked Martin "Aaron's father's name is Lucas. He was the godfather of the mafia of Italy before he died. " "Lucas and Vicente were best friends since childhood." "What if they were best friends?" She asked for the confirmation Martin nodded his head. "We all together have completed our graduation and we belong to one group." "But, the strongest friendship in our group was that of Vicente and Lucas." Martin said while remembering their bonding "When Lucas was becoming the godfather of the mafia, your father joined the group as a Consigliere." Martin revealed the information "Your mother doesn't like the mafia, so she doesn't like your dad working for the mafia."

"What do you mean?" "The Industrial Guild stems from Sun Yee On in China. They are one of the leaders in the Triad, which controls most of Asia. No one can do anything without their permission or the permission of the 14K, the rival group of Sun Yee On. The triad has been heavily involved with all businesses throughout Asia and has been expanding into Europe and North America." Kieran explained. "Sun Yee On is one of the most powerful mafia groups around. When Chase and Kevin were unsuccessful in going after Mom, Kevin got Sun Yee On involved. Promising them Stone Enterprises." Zander begins.

That same hand that pulled a trigger right in front of me. I placed the photo back down. The bitterness burned through my throat like acid. The phone on the bed vibrated. A message popped up from Luca. ~ LUCA: The church priest’s file you asked for. I'm sending the details now. I unlocked the phone and scrolled through. Name: Father Kieran Hale. Background: An Unknown Orphan Occupation: Parish Priest of St. Philomena Cathedral. Age: 27. Former Occupation: A church worker. I scrolled down to see a picture attached down. He really had changed, his once tough body now looked fragile under my gaze, his faltering fake smile looked clean like he couldn't hurt a fly.

If he just left his mafia then it would've been so easy for Serrano to kill his whole family because of no security. Once a mafia, was always a mafia. He has killed a lot of bastards. Didn't she know they would come to kill him and his family as soon as they knew he was playing a normal man and left his empire behind. It wasn't that easy, perhaps it wasn't even possible. She didn't know the cruelty of this world but he did. The more powerful you are the better because the weak ones were nothing more than a pawn in this world. She has hurt him for three fucking years. Every day he prayed. He didn't know to whom he was praying but he prayed for the safety of her and Chase.

My father turned his back to me, his only child, and with his mind made up, started walking away, amidst my sobs I watched him as he walked away, not turning back, my father had left his daughter in the mercies of the Mafia king, Alexander Gomez, this was my reality. I fell to the ground, crying my eyes out as though that's all I was made for, but little to no solace did I find in my tears before I was bundled over the shoulder upside down by a hefty-looking man, my red hair flowing in locks across my face whilst being bundled up the stairs of the mansion I now found myself in.