Mafioso Anime Novels & Stories

Alena threw the last knife after some harsh encouragement from Lucious and it struck just two inches away from Mariano's left shoulder. There was more cheering and laughter in the room. I saw Mariano wink at Alessia as he left unscathed with Alena in hand. "Lastly, Mr Hernandez, please make your way out here." Lucious boomed which silenced the room. Fucking hell. I slowly walked to the wall and turned to face the crowd. I smirked as I watched Alessia elegantly walk to the front. A few men whistled at her and I clenched my jaws tight. "Fucking dogs show me some fucking respect! I'm the Don of the Italian mafia. I could have all your heads." Alessia growled. After hearing this, the room silenc

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne

Megan saw me, squealed, and left her guy to throw her arms around me. “Finally, my kick-ass friend decides to show her face.” She leaned back and looked at the face in question. “Not a damn mark. You took on Stella Berlusconi and came away without a scratch. You’ve been holding out.” “No,” I told her. “You assumed that with my size, I couldn’t handle her. You need to watch that. It will get you killed.” I was serious. Gregorio, one of the guys on Dante’s crew, interrupted us. He had a European accent and was wiry and smaller than the other guys. His look was more classic Italian than anyone else in the room.

Peace probably washed its hands of me long ago, precisely around the time I held a knife to a man's heart and stabbed him it. "I'm hoping all these girls are hired," Maurizio's voice interrupted my thoughts. I looked back at him, Maurizio Enrico Caruso is the Underboss. Stories of his brutality are so famous almost everyone behind his back calls him mostro. "Of course they are. I don't work without rules Maurizio." He took a sip raising a brow in understanding. "I know, but you see Nicolas men like us has tendencies to do what destroys us." My gaze went again to him to find her, only to find her standing too close between two men. Fuck this. "Enjoy the party," I said before going to get her.

Did he think that Russo wasn't going to catch onto his lame plans and finish him? "Wipe that cocky look from your face." He bit out, making me automatically throw him a glare. What I had truly not expected, was for him to land a hot slap on my face with the back of his palm. I recognized the metallic taste of blood on my tongue, and gnashed my teeth in anger. How dare he? "If you think you can fight, then get up and do so!" He yelled into my face, looking into my eyes. That action of his, only made me start to laughing. Oh God, so hilarious. Jacobo's family was far from being as industrious and powerful as that of the Russos and many other founding mafia families in Italy. To us, he was like

Athena hissed, sending a glare my way. ◇◇◇◇ Translation "dove boss mafioso. - where to mafia boss la villa della Violenta - the Violenta mansion "Mio figlio my son. ovviamente non zucca - of course not pumpkin

He used to get beaten more than I used to. But even after that he was never able to be the person like us. He was never able to be a mafia. I still remember that good brother of mine was once tortured to hell and thrown into the river and after that I had never seen him in my whole life. I knew, I knew that how harsh and ruthless Mr. Dario Damelo could be if he doesn’t get what he wants. I was never scared of him. I did what I did without hurting him and never even tried to hurt his ego.

She muttered, her voice barely above a whisper. He nodded, turning to the chef. “You heard her, didn’t you?” He asked and the maid nodded, heading back to the open kitchen. Chiara’s gaze flicked to the other man sitting across from Dante. He had black hair, light olive skin and a small black moustache under his nose. He was the only person she knew nothing about. The man, seeming to notice her curious stare, looked up and flashed her a slight grin. “I’m Nico, Dante’s best friend.”

Chapter 2 Angelo; In my world, traitors and snitches are a deadly sin. Unforgivable except through death. I am Angelo Fabian. The number one ruthless Mafia Don in the whole fucking casino. And everyone, I mean, every single fucking individual knows not to mess with me. Standing in front of the three dimwits kneeling before me, rage surged in me as I corked the gun. "Now, are you willing to tell me why the hell none of you bastards have captured that traitor? Do I have to rip your tongue off before I get a goddamn explanation?"

he continued. Israel Sibal is a well-known and notorious mafioso in the Middle East. He rivals those other mafiosos responsible for their own crests and upbringing in life, making him one of the most fearsome people in the world. He is best known for his quick thinking and detachment from the people around him. "The jefe is asking you." Carlo, who had been silent all this time, hit the men on their backs as though he were scaring them to speak. "F-Forgive us, boss! It was Ben's fault! He didn't make sure to keep a close eye on—"