Mafioso Anime Novels & Stories

She knew that she had to think fast and come up with a plan to stop James. "Jared, Georgia, get ready," Anna whispered, her eyes locked on James. Jared and Georgia nodded, their eyes fixed on James. As they prepared to attack, Anna felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins. She knew that this was it – this was the final showdown. With a fierce cry, Anna launched herself at James, her claws extended. Jared and Georgia followed close behind, their eyes blazing with determination. The battle was intense, with all four of them clashing in a flurry of claws and teeth. Anna could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she fought to take down James.

maybe you should learn how to treat your maid properly. They are humans like you, you know," Alfredo said. Mario rolled his eyes, looking away. "But, it wasn't you. She is going down with a fever. Perhaps you triggered it, and it resulted in her fainting," Alfredo said, making Mario look at him. "Fever," "Yes." Mario scoffed. "Be nice to your maids, Mario. It won't take anything to do that," Alfredo said. "Fine. I heard you." Alfredo furrowed his brows a bit. "You feel quite more bothered about this than I expected. I thought, as a Mafia man, killing people is not a big deal for you." Mario scoffed. "Seriously, uncle, you can't compare this to the bastards we deal

She spread them across the sink. Yasmine’s trembling fingers turned them over one by one. The images were horrifying, bodies mutilated and walls painted with blood. In one, a man who looked unmistakably like Luca stood over a gutted victim, his clothes drenched in crimson. Bile surged in Yasmin’s throat. She bent over the sink, dry heaving, gripping the porcelain tightly to keep herself upright. The photos slipped from her hands and scattered across the floor. She rinsed her mouth quickly, gasping for air, before turning back to Gianna. Rage sparked in her eyes, and she wanted nothing more than to wipe the smug expression from the officer’s face.

Ariana pressed her lips into a thin line trying to stop her lips from trembling. “Fucking Christ, I will blow your brains out if you don’t tell me what I want to hear” He presses the gun harder on her temple, just then the door opened and other man walked inside dressed like the other man. All in black. They both spoke in a language Ariana had no idea of. Rico who was the name of the guy who just entered walked towards her and grabbed a handful of her hair pulling it forcefully to face him. “Tell us what we want to know and we might be kind enough to let you go” He said Into her ears, his accent not as strong as his fellows own.

Santino mocks them. Then, he trails towards Amber and says, “Well, I guess you got what you wanted, the big bad mafia man on his knees for you.” She makes eye contact with Alessandro, and she shoots a glance at the gun strapped to her thigh, which is hidden from the view of the rest of the people in the hall. Alessandro smirks at her. “Any last words?” Santino asks as he walks up to Alessandro. He whispers, “Non ti bacerò mai i piedi.”

he asked later. "Ah, does Young Master not know me?" Instead of answering, he asked back, making Arsenio raise one eyebrow. "I am not a clairvoyant, who can recognize someone in one look." In between analyzing the identity of the young man in front of him from head to toe, the notification screen appeared at the right time. [DATA] [Name: Rio] [Age: 45 years old] [Race: Human] [Level: Mafia Trust] [Position: Red Devil Organization]

The blood spilled on my white dress and I guess that's the actual nature of being the daughter of a mafia and wife of the godfather instead of believing tears to leak from my eyes a smile embraced my lips. His body falls on the floor leaving the floor flooded with blood. Maximo and his crew stride inside they all watched me with a glorious face, their weapons dropped and they knelt on the floor showing a sign of respect, placing their hand near the heart they bowed their head and when they lifted their head they all gazed at me and said. "Welcome to his mafia world."

Arnulfo kept his cool, not giving anything away. "Vito," Arnulfo said, his voice steady but his mind already racing through the plan. "I need a favor. A big one." Arnulfo could feel the wheels turning in Vito's head. Vito was the head of a rival mafia group which had influence and reach over the city. They'd met before, but in no way that required them to become this close. Arnulfo knew that asking for help from a man like Vito was dangerous-but desperate times called for desperate measures.

Discretion. It is what differentiates a monster from a villain. And this man right here is a monster. Not only could he not stomach that a Ponteza mafioso like me, half Italian and half Spanish, was taking over the mafia world. Spain, Italy, Las Vegas and the rest of the network. He also crossed the lines I drew. Children. My disgust when I realised that the overly religious bastard trying to bring me down, built a church and dutifully attended mass but trafficked the young and helpless when he didn't need to.

Worse than untouchable— they were unstoppable. Italian-American mafia royalty. Ruthless, brilliant, devastatingly efficient killers. And he wanted me to try to assassinate them? Fucking madness. “I can’t do it,” I said, through gritted teeth, trying to sound firm. “That’s suicide, painful suicide.” “Oh, that’s too bad…” my boss cooed. Then gunshots echoed through the phone, followed by a scream. A small, fragile, terrified feminine scream. No! My blood turned to ice.