Mafioso Anime Novels & Stories

Trust the man in black. I frowned when an echo of words repeat themselves in my head. I shake my thought away and focus on getting to know Dante. 'How are you feeling? After such a bad experience?' He asked. 'Good, actually. Gio is keeping me alive and well, so.' I shrug. 'Sure he is.' He smirked and winked at Gio. 'Fuck off, Dante.' Gio laughed.

My steps slowed, then I was pushed. As I stumbled, my knees collided with the cold hard floor, and I landed at the feet of another man. Lifting my gaze, time stopped. My breaths came in short, sharp pants as I stared into the face of Lucius Moretti, the bloodhound himself, the man I hated the most, the man I had escaped from five years ago and had hoped never to see again.

My stomach was turning wildly as I stepped inside. The room was a study in luxury and intimidation. Rich, dark mahogany bookshelves lined the walls, filled with leather-bound volumes that spoke of wealth and power. A great fireplace dominated one side, its roaring flames casting a warm glow that did little to alleviate the chill in my bones. Damian sat in a plush armchair near the hearth. The dancing light outlined his sharp features, casting shadows that made him look even more dangerous. He was impeccably dressed, as usual, in a tailored suit exuding the aura of authority. His dark eyes locked onto mine, and I felt like a moth drawn to a deadly flame, unable to look away. "Leave us," he co

- You are a hypocrite that frankenstein, it was not David Del Valle, you disrespected me first, and I always knew that the damned one is still alive, and I am not sure where you have him, but I do know he is alive. Maria De La Cruz, and her people had undoubtedly gone overboard with their actions again, as they would have bought one more great enemy, but what is a mafia without enemies? They put the Colombian totally naked, they totally changed him, they checked his ears, hair, nails, so that he would not have any secrets, they left him in the Brazilian border to survive as he could, and that was undoubtedly the beginning of the great mafia war, that would have been detonated, thanks to him,

Dmitri spat out blood in my direction, an act of disrespect. I stood up from the chair and walked closer to him, raising his chin so he could take a look at me. "Unlike your miserable father, I am the biggest Mafia Lord in the entire city. Every single one of my enemies fears me, and they all have the right to do so. I am showing you mercy by exchanging your freedom for that of your sister, you should be thankful." I let go afterward, and with one last look at him, I walked out of the room.

Akihiko keeps his phone down and starts to think of the various things the person could be. ‘He’s not a mafia. First of all, is it even a male or a female? Could he be some kind of murderer. Not possible from their way of talking. Then what else…?’ He turns on the T.V and takes a seat on the couch. He changes the channels while thinking hard. [Kei? You ready? it’s the final boss of this world!] “Hm… Hm? OH, THE NEW EPISODE IS OUT!” he says and while leaving the thinking aside he continues to watch the anime playing on the T.V.

It’s infuriating, how my body reacts to the sound of him. “Tell me about this supplier.” “It’s the Yakuza,” Marco sounds confident. The yakuza? Isn’t that like the Japan version of Italian mafias. A harsh, barking laugh comes from Renzo. “You want us to believe you have links to the Yakuza? You?” “What about that?” Marco’s words thrum with frustration. “You couldn’t get the info on the arsons, you spineless mofo.” Oh, that’s Renzo. Things are really getting pretty heated. This is the time I should probably take my leave.

The whole mafia world seemed so dark to her… and yet, so strangely compelling. Who could be behind this plot? The memory of the furtive conversation came back to her. A man conspiring in secret. His voice low, full of intent. God… If only she’d seen his face, everything would be easier. But all she had was a vague impression of his tone, the faint accent in his voice, which—despite being Italian—was different from Dante’s. She clicked her tongue in frustration. With a sigh, she pulled a book from the shelf. She tried to read, to lose herself in the pages as she had so many times before… but her mind kept drifting back to Dante. Always Dante.

The act of disrespect would have cost me my tongue, or my head judging from how cruel I knew him to be but Caius didn't lok offended. He only brought out a handkerchief and wiped his face clean, his smile still intact. My stomach coiled. “I love the fact that you are fierce,” He nodded, “that should make everything easier. Or maybe tougher depending.” Everything? Everything like what? What does he even want from me? “You want to get right into it? Fine.” He took three steps close, so close to me that I could feel his warm alcohol filled breath on my cheek. “Here is the thing. I know you want to keep it locked in that pretty head of yours that a group of mafias killed your innocent father. Bu

I placed my muddied resume on the glass desk. The chair slowly rotated. And there they were—those dangerous, icy eyes. Eyes that spoke with absolute authority. I froze. The coffee I’d had earlier felt like it was turning to lead in my stomach. The man sitting behind the desk was the same man who had trampled on my resume. Laxus Morgan. He glanced at me, then at the stained paper on his desk. A slow, mocking smirk spread across his lips. “So, the clumsy woman from the lobby is a developer?”