Muslim Mafia Novels & Stories

he smiled menacingly. "I am the leader of a mafia cartel known as the 7 Daggers, here in Miami. We happen to be the ruling force of the city's underworld and our authority is undisputed. As an Arabian Prince, I'm quite sure you understand what this means" Chelsea started. Hakeem caressed his jaw, gently pulling on his beards. "Am I to feel threatened?" he asked, eyeing Chelsea skeptically.

“Just get this over with so I can go home.” “Indeed.” His expression sharpened. “What do you know of the mafia, Mia?” “As little as possible.” When she had first realized exactly what her father did, Mia had made a deliberate choice to avoid it at all costs. Her stepmother had helped shield her the best she could, and she had remained mostly ignorant toward the evil her father committed. “There are varying groups who oversee criminal activity in our fair city, but the three most powerful are the Irish, Italians, and Russians.” He

"It's why I came here from Singapore. We tried to use our money, our power, everything. But the man who got my father in this situation is very powerful. Only thing I know about him is that he's connected to the infamous mafia gang, Wolf rain." In an instant, Maryam's ears rang as soon as she heard the name of the gang. She remembered the man that had come to save her from Ivan and guessed that Damian was probably talking about them. "I've heard Abdullah Saleh has good ties with them. He can easily talk them into taking the case back and resolving this matter through mutual discussions." He smiled at the end, trying to sound persuasive which reminded her of David when he tried to convince he

“You have no idea who the fuck you are talking to right now. I ought to whip you until you bleed for this disobedient and disrespectful outburst.” Her eyes widened and her mouth went dry as it hung open. Not at his threats but rather the vclaim that he made—his words echoing in her mind. The mafia king? As in the leader of the vicious MMM group from Karachi? Never in a million years had Anissa thought that she would be facing the leader of the most powerful mafia in the country. The identity of the leader of the mafia was kept hidden from the public but his malicious and merciless killings and acts were infamous throughout the country. Anissa wasn’t that much of a news person or a socialite

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.

She couldn't believe this. She fanned herself and dismissed the maid to go before Jericho comes back. What's their business with her dad? What did her father do to them? The most dreaded illegal gang in the country. She came across them today. She was even used by their leader. How did her father get to know them? She never thought her father could have business with them. "Jericho is the mafia lord of the Fire squad?" She better stay low. She better do Whatever she was asked to. But she was still surprised that he granted he request and told her to rest before coming to his 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.