Mafia Twins Novels & Stories

I finish my speech, perks of being with Felicity. I wait for a moment to read their reactions.It always works,pressing the weakest nerve,the family and it's very common to loose your closed ones in such wars. "I am with you Alexander."Wilhelm raises his hand. "You're right Alexander.We should have united a long time ago but it's not too late.We can still destroy those who caused us greatest pain, we lost many precious lives and of coarse a good fortune."Arturo,the Spanish mafia says. "I lost my father during the attack of a Sicilian mafia when I wasn't even born and when I turned 10 I lost my grandfather too.I want to see their heads being slaughtered in front of my own eyes."Francis,the Fr

For the past two months, Misha has been residing in Chicago, making preparations for my takeover of the now-defunct Chicago Bratva. Similar to myself, Misha is an active member of the European Bratva, engaging in various illicit activities such as drug trafficking, money laundering, extortion, and contract killings. His expertise extends beyond the realm of criminal operations, encompassing combat skills, weapon proficiency, and the art of manipulation and control.

Liana asked, lying back on the grass. “No,” Lucas replied immediately. “Probably not,” Matteo agreed. “But maybe,” Lucas added, “we can still be happy.” They were quiet for a while after that. The hearts of the Mafia twins were beginning to beat to their own rhythm. No longer just heirs to power, they were becoming something more—people with hopes, longings, and futures of their own choosing. And for now, that was enough.

I carefully opened it after several short prayers and listening for foot steps, with the coast being clear, I continued my snooping. ‘Present year, 3rd of previous month: 400 killed. USA…’ the first file read. I opened it and narrowly back my scream at the expertly listed details of the victims of Ricci’s evil ways. A mafia family no damn aesthetic… the Rutherfords are bloody killers? I turned to the next file, tears and anger filled me immediately. A bulky file of victims in Italy. This is the heaviest one. “Chelsea?” I heard Ricci’s voice.

I had thought about it before coming here, i just wanted to know what their thoughts were on it. “Problem solved then” Luca muttered clapping his hands. "You have to do what you've got to do" rafael said from beside me. “I would see you guys tomorrow, i have to go” grabbing my keys from beside me, i headed out of the club. Women were always considered weakness in the mafia and most times it gets the strongest man killed. It's just for a year i thought as i opened the door and went straight to the basement without getting out of my suit.

Mason replied in awe of the members who introduced themselves to him. "By the way, are you the famous brother and sister mixed martial arts twins? Errmmm… Henry... and... Holly Hill, right? My subordinate is a big fan of yours." Mason directed his attention to the twins. "That's right, Mason. We are on the front line of the Phoenix Mafia. We have retired from the scene five years ago. We currently run our own dojos in Townsville. If you are back in Townsville someday, feel free to drop by one of our dojos. We'll give you free membership. No questions asked." Henry replied.

The Introduction of the Twins The grand introduction of twins Maika and Malko into the Elites' world was an event that captivated audiences across cities and borders. As children born into the prestigious Vellaria Royal Vampire family, expectations for their future were sky-high. The ceremony was held at an opulent venue in the heart of A Country’s capital, shimmering with ancient charm and futuristic elegance. It drew an impressive crowd—nobles, entrepreneurs, dignitaries, and powerbrokers from various elite circles.

"There's nothing to explain. You cheated on me—that's a fact. You lied about the twins—that's a fact too. Don't disgust me any further, Scott." I blocked that number too. … A week later, Scott finally showed up at the hotel. He looked haggard, unshaven, and pale. The moment he saw me, he dropped to his knees. "Honey, I'm sorry. I was blind, out of my mind. But it's over—you don't have to worry, I've already dealt with her!" His words sent a chill down my spine. "Dealt with her? What do you mean by that?"

p*f, hunting for any digital footprint proving the shadow brother's existence. My index finger stopped completely on a heavily redacted entry dated June 14th—the exact year the identical twins turned sixteen. The file contained zero names, only a cold, clinical designation: Subject B. According to the official syndicate ledger, Subject B had been legally declared deceased following a tragic, staged boating accident off the freezing coast of Maine. "A staged, calculated termination at sixteen," I murmured, a cold chill running rapidly down my spinal column. "Enzo systematically erased his own biological son from the public grid."

The family also had relations to the Mafia and they had connections in both Russia and UK thanks to her mother’s Katya’s origin, who was a model but had powerful associated around her. Thanks to her family background, Catherine was protected and what she said was the truth. He couldn’t touch her, but she was no fool. She understood that horrendous man always had his way and when he said something, he truly meant it. That evening, instead of returning to her house, she decided to head over to her brother’s house, Cedric. She rang on his door and the man opened. Unlike her, Cedric still possessed their family’s natural raven hair. The two of them were similar in many ways a lot of people assum