Most Powerful Mafia Family Novels & Stories

It was obvious in their dynamic. I’d also heard a few stories from Marina. She was the only one I got to talk to as she brought me food every day. She told me about how easy it was to set Maxim off. She also testified that she had seen a lot of people drop dead in front of her just for testing Maxim. The Russian mob was known to be ruthless but their leader was even more feared. He was the most feared of all the mafias in America. I never thought the don would be someone this young. I didn’t know his age but I knew he hadn’t crossed his thirties.

The answer was obvious. In Jersey City, the most powerful family was the Jasper family.

So if he said it was enough, then best believe they better zip it. “We’ll talk about Gonzalez later at the meeting.” He said, eyes lingering on me for a second too long. My brothers all nodded, immediately understanding what he meant. They didn’t want me hearing more than I’d already heard. I was the last and only girl out of four. In the mafia world, family was power and my father had gone out of his way to drill into our heads from a young age. Most of the dirty work that involved blood, he’d made sure my brothers were familiar with it. He wanted to do whatever it took to put the Vitale family at the top where we belonged. Viktor Vitale ruled his family with a fist stronger than iron. And

“What danger? What are you talking about? Who am I dealing with here?” Frank leaned forward, his voice dropping to a lower, more intimate tone, though the intensity in his eyes never wavered. “You, Thomas, are dealing with forces far beyond your comprehension. Forces that, until recently, you blissfully ignored while you pursued your… extracurricular activities. Do you want to know who is truly at play here?” Thomas swallowed hard, his breath catching in his throat. “Yes. Tell me.” “You are dealing with the family,” Frank stated, each word precise, carefully weighted. “One of the most powerful and ruthless mafia organizations on the East Coast. And they have been contracted to ensure your pe

Luca Martinelli was the fucking boogeyman. "Bloody smart idiot," I grumbled under my breath as I gave up looking for any information on him. From what I saw on Antonio's search, he was the Don of the Martinelli familia. The biggest crime family of the Italian, Russian, and Mexican mafias. I didn't want to admit but I was impressed. Luca covered his tracks well, making it seem like the Martinelli familia fell after Antonio's sudden disappearance. I sighed, having seen enough, and closed all tabs, removing everything from the search history too.

" I almost laughed. During our six years together, I worked during the day and took assassination contracts on the black market at night just to pay off his millions in gambling debts. It turned out that everything I'd sacrificed meant nothing to him. Worse, I'd become an embarrassment he needed to erase. Marco ignored my furious expression and continued, "What, the money's not enough? Of course, you're just a gold digger, but don't you dare think you can cling to my family's power!" "The Benedetti family is one of the Four Great Mafia Families. An outsider like you has no right to even touch that world!" I stared at his smug face and let out a cold laugh. "Marco, don't be so confident. You

LA FAMIGLIA, the biggest Italian mafia in history, made by the great Marchetti family — which, in its golden days, exceeded one hundred members, all with noble blood, inherited from the fallen Kingdom of Sardinia. But their supremacy over the underworld of the country and later on the nearby regions of the European continent made them true sovereigns, direct from an illegitimate monarchy. And their power would probably continue to hang on for many generations, if Rosso Marchetti hadn't made a bitter mistake.

"I said then that the mafia was formed not only by the Rios family but also other families, right? But after a struggle for power for the throne, the Rios overpowered the other families. Do you remember the names of the other founding families?" "Yes. I think it was... Rodriguez and Cassano." "Right. Old Barry's real name is Bartolome Rodriguez. He's close to being the second most powerful person in the mafia right now. So he can't be easily killed for this." I knew that. That's why I need you to exercise your authority and order for his death... "How about the Cassano family? Is there someone here from that family?" "Mhmm." He nodded. "Aster's a Cassano. As well as Niamh. They're cousins."

he answered, leaning against the doorframe. “You know the Mafia is a conglomeration of five powerful families, right?” He asked. “Y-Yeah, I think I've heard that before.” I nodded. “Well, one of those families is the Capos,” he said. “One of the deadliest families in London.” I understood he was trying to brief me on the history of the Mafia, but was now really the right time? “Look, Jose. I understand you want me to know more about the Mafia. But now isn't the time. We need to go find your brother.” I said.

“Principessa Eva of the Moretti family. I’ve searched for you for so long.” Vicenzo clutched his bloodied face, his eyes bulging. “The… the Moretti family… principessa?” The oldest and most mysterious mafia family in Italy. The only force capable of standing equal to the Carlini family. Elena’s Hermès bag slipped from her hand and hit the floor with a dull thud. As for Mario, who had strutted so arrogantly before, his trousers were soaked, the sharp smell spreading in the air. I withdrew my hand without expression and looked down at Stefano.