Mafiosa Comic Novels & Stories

I say baring my head into the crock of her neck. "Hi, how was the warehouse?" she asks while looking for whatever it is I'm assuming undergarments. "You won't believe this but there's a mole in the mafia," "oh like the animal," I just give Lia a look "Fine," she huffs out "this is just gonna put more on out fucking plate,"

“Obviously they’re a gang of sorts. I’m not an idiot. But what I’m asking is which of Sangrid’s many gangs have you brought into a house of healing?” Voice strained, Giovanni said finally, “Mariposa.” “Jesus.” Gianna felt like crumpling. She folded forward, bracing her forearms on the table, and demanded harshly, “Are you an idiot, Giovanni?” “You probably think so.” “I’m starting to know so.” Mariposa. More specifically, the Mariposa Mafia. The fucking mafia. “Mariposa,” Gianna said again, as if she could barely believe her brother’s stupidity. “They’re not that bad!” Giovanni said defensively, and Gianna wanted to reach across the table and slap the back of his head.

Raynel continued, Tita looked over Tito, who gave her a weak nod, and she smiled weakly before facing them again. "Oh, I'm sorry about that. It's also a pleasure to meet you. I'm relieved that my baby has finally made friends. She's a bit of a loner, uhm... By the way, you can call me Tita Trixie." She politely responded by shaking their hands and smiling broadly, though her eyes conveyed her true emotion. Regret. She motioned us over to their receiving area, where I found three other guesses sitting on the long white couch. I recognized them. I'd met them once before when Dad introduced me to his mafia allies. If I'm not mistaken, they are one of Asia's most feared mafias.

“WHAT ELSE IS THERE TO TALK ABOUT, DAMN IT? JUST ADMIT IT!” Jeff sighed once more. Just a moment ago, this hitman had been acting sweet, but now he was angry again. But that was okay, it actually made him love Cylo even more. “Let go first, I'll explain,” said Jeff, which finally made Cylo release his grip. After that, the Black Wolf mafia boss got off the bed and took the food that had been prepared earlier. There were several dishes, including seafood, which was Cylo's favorite food. “Sit down properly and eat. I'll talk,” said Jeff after giving the food to Cylo.

He never lets go of my lower hip as he speaks to all the members of the crowd. A man in his thirties greets Alessandro and speaks non-stop until he reads his expressions. “How does one talk so much?” I whisper in Alessandro’s ear. He chuckles for a split second until he goes back to being the cold-hearted mafia man. The moon peaks out of the clouds, and I lose myself in its beauty. I move Alessandro’s hand away, walk away, and sit down on the stairway parallel to the moon. I pull out my mini-notebook and work with watercolors to replicate the beautiful view.

Everything would fall apart instantly. After a thorough investigation, I finally found out what each person is afraid of. I'm saving the best prank for last. They won't even see it coming. Thanks to Liam I now have a phone. I can only use it for a camera and to text only anyone in the mafia. Which is stupid but whatever. Better then nothing I suppose. Bane has Zoophobia, a fear of all animals. That one should be easy. Charlie is surprisingly afraid of Balloons. It's called Globophobia. Also should be an easy one.

Everyone in the room held their breath as they watched him read it. Watching him go from fury to rage in an instant. As soon as he was done, he crumpled the report and threw it to the side. No one dared to speak, they all watched him with fear, their hearts in their hands now. "Who is the leader of 'The Scorpions'?" Hayden asked, his voice grave. "Paul E. from Africa." Came Harsh's reply. Hayden's eyes narrowed, "Is that so?" He asked, clicking his tongue, to which Harsh hastily nodded.

’ [I really wish those disgusting people would stop impregnating their women if they do not want to look after them. She felt Anton stiffen at the insults and placed her hand on his arm, ‘Hai mai pensato che alcuni di loro hanno una storia diversa?’ [Did you ever think that some of them have a different story?] Her voice was soft but Anton recognised the steel beneath her words, ‘Non c'è altra storia, quei mafiosi non sono migliori degli animali, hanno continuamente figli e poi ce li scaricano addosso.’ [There is no other story, those Mafia people are no better than animals, constantly having children and then dumping them on us.]

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, did he say. Mafia? “W-what?” I asked breathlessly. Louis inched closer, levelling his soulless eyes to mine. “The French mafia, Jospehine." "The mafia I run.”

# *The Mafia and His Stepsister* ### Bonus Epilogue: A Different Kind of Forever The morning sun spilled across the marble floors of the villa, turning everything gold. Aria stretched beneath the silk sheets, the warm sea breeze teasing her hair. She blinked sleepily and turned her head — and there he was. Luciano. Already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless and rumpled, reading the morning paper like he didn’t rule an empire of blood and power.