Mafia Twins Novels & Stories

He never fucking liked me and I did nothing to earn his approval because I would never get it. l am Alessia Ferrari the Don of the Italian mafia. Father only passed it down to me because he is dying and he has no male heirs, which is quite unfortunate for the bastard. He did not even have any illegitimate sons despite the fact that he fucked day in and day out. He hated watching me take over his mafia, making it mine, making the power mine. But I never asked for this life.

Mia agreed with a smile. Beau brushed her hair back over her shoulder and kissed her again, and Mia knew she’d made the best decision of her life, choosing Mr. Whitaker, the younger twin. She would never have to submit to Sam Whitaker again, and in Beau, she’d find everything she could possibly need.

Liam whispered in James's ear. James sounded, "hmm." "Where are the diamonds?" Liam asked while grabbing the chief secretary's attention. "Omg, you guys look alike." the chief secretary yelled while looking at Liam and Aaron together with the same faces. "Oh yes, they are twins." "Omg, I read in the books that twins can be born with the same face, but today I’m seeing it with my own eyes." Aaron looks here and there while ignoring his crap. He leaned his hand on the couch and sat with crossed legs, looking absolutely hot.

"Tell him you'll fix it on your part, make something up. I'm trying to take care of you, that one or the other boot lickers is trying to overtake you." "I don't want you to take care of me! And that's the most twisted definition I've ever heard of caring for someone!" "Well, it's about time you realized I'm a little twisted. Mina, you're just getting to know what this whole world is about. If you let me, I can show you everything, as long as you go carefully and follow my every precaution." Your world. The business one. The mafia. The money guys. Politics. The power one.

"Yes we are three, but our thoughts are different. When you were three years old we only played with dolls, while when I am three I already did my first kill which is Dad. That's how it is Sabrina...your Ate Mary maybe didn't explain this to you but..." "Once a mafia boss has twins, it's not possible for two to take his position, right? So that mafia boss needs to decide which one will have a normal life and which one will suffer and it looks like you got lucky Sabrina." He promised with a smile.

“Madonna mia. Look at you. You’re huge.” Emilia swatted her arm, laughing. “It’s been a month! What did you expect?” “Twins or not, you look like you’ve swallowed a melon,” Isadora teased, but her voice was soft with awe. She rested a hand gently over Emilia’s stomach. “They’re really in there. Alive. I can’t believe it.” “They’re fighters,” Emilia whispered, her hand covering Isadora’s. “Just like us.” Their laughter dissolved into another tight hug, the kind only twins could share—the kind that stitched together every wound, every scar.

All too well did I know the car and the man it bespoke. The doors opened as one, and three men spilled out. They moved with deliberate calculation, sans tailored suits or obvious weaponry, yet exuding an aura of threat. It was in their posture-the predatory assurance, the faint, smug smiles-that put my teeth on edge. My opponent. Victor Moretti. What was he doing here of all places? My hold on Lena's hand tightened involuntarily. She gasped, looking up at me with wide, enquiring eyes, but at that moment, I just couldn't afford to give her even a second of my attention. A million and one scenarios flooded my mind, none of them good.

We had a meeting later today to discuss the new camps that had been set up at the Shadow, M**i, and New Moon pack territories. I needed to get to my rooms and shower and change before that time. I smelled like the hospital and dirty dog. And I still had residue from the tape that kept IVs in my skin. I hate that feeling. Mike walks into my room, scanning the room before looking back out into the hallway and closing the door. Mike and his twin brother, Seth, are the pack failures, according to Mathias. They aren’t strong or good in battle. They aren’t by any means weak, but they are definitely not what Mathias considers warriors and are, therefore, useless to him. He barely tolerated them

He explained further, and I nodded recalling the time I was made the strongest man in all of Europe. Back then, the leading mafia was the Turantello Familia, and Cosa Nostra always came second to it. I remember hating how the bloody twins seemed to perfect everything, how they weaseled effortlessly out of the traps I set carefully. How they seemed to perfect every single art in the underworld. Heck, at one point I resorted to kidnapping Don and punishing him. The fucker broke free from where he was held ever so effortlessly I felt embarrassed that I even tried to kidnap him at first.

Hudson exclaimed in exasperation. Liam, with a hint of sarcasm, retorted, "Of course, they are twins, you idiot." Alex, clearly amused by the situation, couldn't help but murmur, "But they look so remarkably alike." We met some clients who are twins in our business and mafia dealings but this one is heck as shit. Curious, I turned to Hudson and asked, "Do you know Edrick?" Hudson, clearly taken aback, replied, "Yeah, both of them look same as fuck."