Move In Day Mafia Novels & Stories

Nerthus “Have you seen this creepy shit?” Danny laughs as I reach him, staring outside agape. He turns around to the jacket-bodyguard, “Elia, what kind of Mafia code is that?” “I don’t know this one,” Elia just shrugs annoyed. I crack up as I halt to stand next to Danny. There are hundreds of gnomes distributed in the grass, facing the house. “This isn’t a Mafia code,” I say, hugging him to my side. “It’s an Ohio code.”

“It’s your lucky day boy. The Leone wants to meet you.” As several men led me through the vintage designed mansion, I could understand the nickname. Just like they told me, that man must be as powerful as the Fanuccis. All doors were guarded by men and I knew I had to play my cards right. One bad move, and I would not come out of here alive. “He’s in here,” one of the men pushed me into the office. “Good luck. I hope you get to keep your limbs.” The door was shut, but not before I could hear the laughter from the curious group of people outside.

It’s unsettling, and my curiosity threatens to drag me down the wrong rabbit hole, but I force myself back to what matters. Hours later, I’ve narrowed it down to two possible ways to get away from my mafia husband. The first: the police. If I run to them, they’ll smuggle me out of the country to safety. I don’t want to get Aleksei in trouble, but unless I take that drastic step, there’s no way out.

He smirks and I roll my eyes. No sooner did the waiter approach us again and we ordered the main dish. I ordered Alfredo pasta and Richie ordered lasagna. The dinner went great, Richie couldn’t stop flirting and talking about how great we are together. While he was blabbering, I was thinking about the moving-in plan and I have come to the decision that I will not be moving in with Richie. Not because I don’t know him for that long but because he is a goddam mafia king, I know what mafia kings are capable of especially if the mafia king is Italian just like Richie. I don’t know what Richie has in mind but I am not falling for it. He asked me to marry him unexpectedly, which I agreed to and no

I said. "Natalia, you'll survive the man your marrying is a very successful businessman along with being the Don of the most feared Mafia," he says. "FUCKING LOMBARDI MAFIA YOUR NOT DOING THIS I KNOW MOM WON'T ALLOW IT," I yell. "Watch your tone young lady and Your Mother is well aware and you will do this end of discussion." My father says. "You will be meeting him tomorrow and I expect you to be on your best behavior after you guys meet you will be moving in with him on Tuesday your dismissed," He says waving his hand for me to leave.

“I will not let harm befall the woman you love. We will gather our strongest men and raid Alfred’s house tonight. But remember, this path is treacherous, and the stakes are high. We will not back down.” A surge of gratitude and relief washed over Damien as he thanked his father profusely. Finally, he had a glimmer of hope, a lifeline to rescue Brenda from her living nightmare. That very night, as the moon hung high in the sky, a convoy of black vehicles approached Alfred’s mansion. Armed men clad in dark suits poured out, ready to face whatever horrors awaited them inside. Damien stood at the forefront, his determination shining like a beacon in the darkness. As they stormed through the impo

In the mafia’s mansion….. WAKE UP. IT IS NINE IN THE MORNING; screamed a robotic voice from the device placed on the nightstand. After receiving no command to stop, the device repeated the same phrase at a higher volume. But this time, a giant muscular hand landed on the device, switching it off. And that was it. A slight movement of hands putting the alarm off, and the mafia was wide awake. Giving a light stretch to his body on the bed, he moved the duvet off his body and was soon standing on the floor, stretching his knuckles, neck, and arms, cracking all the walls of laziness in his body.

Max peels out, the tires screeching against the asphalt as they vanish into the dark city limits. Kris steps up beside me, his tactical vest still adjusted and ready. “What are we going to do if he doesn't make it to the clinic in time, boss?” I exhale a heavy, ragged breath, my shoulders dropping as I turn to face him. “He’ll make it,” I answer, my voice a low, grim promise. “Otherwise, we’ll officially have a full scale mafia war on our hands tonight.”

It was as if the room was holding its breath, waiting for the next move. I took my place at the head of the table, standing tall and steady, feeling the weight of their gazes on me. The air was thick with anticipation, but I wasn’t intimidated. I had to prove that I wasn’t just the mafia king’s wife, I was his partner. I was capable of leading this family, just as much as he was. “What’s the first move?” I asked, my voice steady, calm, commanding. One of Daniil’s men, a seasoned lieutenant who had served for years, looked up at me, his eyes wary. “We take back the northern territory. Ivan’s supporters are weakest there.”

“ no Em, you have to go today— now to be precise, since you're still alive ” I rolled my eyes “ fine I'll go” I took my purse standing up from the chair. Daya mirrored my action. Daya’s eyes locked onto mine, concern etched on her face. “Be careful, Emily. Please.” “I know. I’ll try.” “God, I can’t believe you’re involved with mafia people and shit,” Daya held my. Shoulders. “Promise me you won’t die.” I forced a laugh. She had said that to lighten the mood, but I was far from being lightened up.