Muslim Mafia Novels & Stories

None of them looked younger than twenty-four, meaning I had to be the youngest. The mansion belonged to one of the most feared men in the city, Domenico Fanucci. Although he tried covering his tracks behind a family vineyard and brewery, everyone knew him as one of the most ruthless and notorious mafia bosses. His sons had quite the reputation in the city as well, and it was not a good one. There was the youngest brother, Dante, known for his playboy ways, the middle child, Gian, known for his lack of manners, and at last, the oldest, the heir—Alessio, known for his hideous temper, cold aura, and handsome looks.

Vito's POV: You have one rule as a member of the Mafia; never break Omerta. They can whatever the fuck they want with you or torture you until blood runs out from your ears, but you do not break Omerta. You bleed in silence, you do not give up your family, you do not say a word about what happens within the organization, and you take the pain like a fucking man.

Volume/Book 1: The Stylish Mafia Girl & Her Muse Mafia men have been the trend of town for ages; their dominance over the world resembles a ghost ruling the graveyard—driven by that statement when exceptionally beautiful female Simone Thompson—the ruling Mafia of Austria vows to change the belief, then destruction is accompanied by terror, action, and the everlasting love to kill for adventure.

The bus stopped, and she rushed out as fast as she could, heading two her house which was about two minutes away. On getting home, she saw two black heavily tinted cars parked outside her house. There were two hefty men dressed in all black standing beside each car, and she began to get scraped. The plate number of the car read “Big Boss”, and that was all she needed to know. Someone from the biggest mafia in the city, “The Shadow Empire” is here. But, what could be the affiliation of her family with them? She dashed inside to see her father and mother kneeling in front of an unknown man, who was holding a pistol.

Jericho said to the female judge whose mouth was hung opened, drooling too. "Ohh yeah! Just stay right here while the photographer do his job." The judge almost stuttered. "Thank you." He gave her a smile that melt his heart. If only the judge and others In the hall knew that he's the Mafia leader of the fire squad, they'd take their properties and leave the hall one after the other. The fire squad is the dreaded gang in the country. They are just so deadly. So dangerous. They could kill without pity. After the pictures, they came down from the stage to their seats while Nina and Alicia walked back to the big room.

Seth angrily spoke as his nostrils flared. He pulled me behind his. My eyes caught him slipping from the warehouse, " Brother, he is running away. " I pointed at him with my finger. Seth cursed, " I want Patrizio alive. " Seth shouted orders. Mother also tried to run but his gun stopped her, " Not a chance. " He shook his head slowly, " Take her out of sight. " He intensely said. " Yes, boss. " I heard from a man. " Are you a mafia? " I asked him.

After Arianna said the grace, Signor Rossi carved the roast and we began eating. “Beth, you're quite famous. Those tweets about the mafia. You practically broke the algorithm and gained many followers, eh,” Signor Rossi said and I looked at Ari surprised that she had revealed that much to them. However, I could see that she was just as surprised as I was. Her father chuckled as he saw our expressions. “You think I'm not on Twitter? It's the most unfiltered and biggest news platform right now. I see the amount of death threats you get daily. You'll have to be careful while you're here though, this city is full of the Mafia.”

"I've found you a good match." My fingers closed tight. "What good match?" "Rocco Cortez." She blew out a ring of smoke, squinting at me. "The Serviss family's top enforcer. Has dozens of men under him. Makes millions a year. You marry him, you're set for life. Eat well, drink well, ten thousand times better than being some crap lawyer." My whole body locked up. Every bit of blood in me went cold. Rocco Cortez. The one they called "Serviss's mad dog."

Eden’s POV “Shit,” Storm cussed under his breath. We all stopped dead in our tracks. The three men were large, very large. Their muscular arms were covered in tattoos. Mafia. I could tell right away. I scanned their arms. Most werewolf mafia were tattooed. But I was looking for something specific. A signia that would tell me which mafia family they were from. Some werewolf mafia families only circulated in the human world. They were completely integrated, and didn’t really care about the werewolf world. They had massive empires and they ran their businesses under human cover. They were discreet and careful not to draw too much attention to themselves.