Move In Day Mafia Novels & Stories

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

“I won’t compromise with the mafia, Logan. Even if it means giving up my dreams. Even if it means leaving.” His voice was menacingly low. “Tearing that contract isn’t the end, Ella. There’s a penalty—a hefty one. And trust me, battling the mafia here? We have ties deeper than you can fathom—with the police, the courts, even your precious law firms. You can’t fight here. The war has already been won, and my side was victorious.” I took a deep breath, steadying myself. “I’ll pay your penalty. And if it comes to it, I’ll leave this city.”

I knew that it was the dumbest thing to say but it was better than saying nothing at all. She didn't know how to respond to the gesture either so we just spoke for a bit more before I ended the call again. Sleep came, and before I knew it, it was morning again. I had sent the mafia group to Jack yesterday and they were all ready to attack my brother. I prepared early in the morning and went for the contract handover. I was glad that it was finally official after months of tussle. Mike asked when I would send Isabella to him, and I told him that I would the next day as I was going to attend to work first.

It wasn't every day armed guards arrived in sleek, expensive cars at dusk to this all-but-forgotten neck of the woods. Taking one last glance around, I exhaled a puff of smoke before throwing the cigarette to the ground and crushing it under the heel of my black boots. "Fanculo, facciamola finita." (Fuck it, let's get this over with.) I walked up to the house and kicked the flimsy wooden door without knocking, and entered without permission. The sound of it falling off one of its hinges startled the small woman sitting on the floor, surrounded by dollar bills and takeout containers.

Dante watched from his surveillance footage as Chiara exited the unfamiliar car parked in front of his gate. “What kind of trouble are you getting yourself into, Darling?” He muttered, his eyes still fixed on the screen. Chiara took one final glance at the driver, there were no words, only a forced smile before she entered his house. Dante smirked, she was staggering—visibly drunk and he knew who the driver of that car was. The same person he had been tracking and silently observing for years.

In Mafia business, there isn't any kindness left to show Just fight, cruelty and blood... . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. .... . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. .... . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. .... . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. .... . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. .... . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. .... . .. . .. . .. . .. .... . .. . .. . .. .... . .. . .. .... . .. . blood.

I ordered as I heard they confirm their understanding of my speech. My men started to run, doubling or even triple their movements to get in the car we have intended for a war. Eventhough we are considered as the second on mafia list, don't underestimate us 'cause we can fucking mess and burn their asses alive. Just wait for us, and you'll regret you lived in this world.

" On your right side. Turn the lamp on. " Catalina found the switch and pressed it. As soon as she touched it, an alarm went off. The pakhan snatched the gun from her hands and with one hand pushed her on the bed with him. She collided with his naked hard chest and now the gun rested on her cleavage. " Rule number 1 . Never believe a Mafia. " He laughed loudly and footsteps echoed in the corridor. The door opened with several men in there and one of them switched on the lights at last.