Muslim Mafia Novels & Stories

Auracio His best friend. — I am going to become very close to his best friend. I often think back to what happened at the very beginning, to the winding path that led us to where we are today. It is important to understand that the mafia has its roots in a distant past, long before the world ever heard of it. Some historians believe that its origins may date back to the Muslim conquest of Sicily, when Christian princes, forced into exile, took refuge in the mountains and remote areas. To continue to secretly rule over their lands, they supposedly formed secret societies based on strict codes of honor and a rigid organization. These groups, dogmatic and elitist, laid the foundations for the m

The meeting continued. Leonard Kim, head of the Shadow Mafia in Italy, stood after a moment. He had that measured look, like every word was chosen for effect. “Sir Eric, the other mafia organizations in America are in chaos. Since those three major groups were arrested with heavy evidence from a government spy, they’ve been scrambling to find new alliances.” I set my phone aside and faced him. “Indeed.” “I think you should be careful,” he said, eyes looking at me. “Of course.”

"Not exactly. Why are you obsessed with me? What does Cardinal want? I know it's not my mafia." "You're a mafia devil." I said "I know that much from the file I found in your closet." "What file?" he asked furiously "The file about you seeing a therapist for a year when u were thirteen to control your anger. You were incredibly violent as a child." I answered a little frightened "I also know that you're going to New York by the next month. The mafia that you have here is just a bunch of people from other mafias helping to cover you while you protect Royalty from Cardinal. You're moving back to New York when all this is over. Your real mafia is there."

he said with a smirk. I stared at him for a moment before shaking my head and heading outside. In the driveway, a sleek black Range Rover awaited me. The driver opened the door with a respectful bow, and I climbed in without a word. As the car pulled out, Damon’s words replayed in my mind. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. A laugh escaped me, sharp and bitter. “Damon Dark, mafia and werewolf,” I muttered to myself. “What he wouldn’t do is make peace.”

After a ten-minute drive, we arrived at the exclusive club where Alex had thrown his bachelor party. Alex and Logan were my partners in the mafia. Together, we ruled the underworld, an unstoppable force that no one dared challenge. Our legitimate businesses served as the perfect front, keeping our darker dealings hidden from the prying eyes of the law and the public.

I pushed her to the brink. “Boss, you good with that?” Deron asks, snapping my focus back to the present. I look around the dark SUV as my inner circle, Deron, Stephon, Kris, and Max, are preparing to help orchestrate a raid on a meatpacking plant. It’s one of many business fronts for the Scarfo mafia. This one, in particular, is run by Vinnie and his crew. It took a little digging, but Max managed to track the bastard down with ease.

" 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.

For a guy with all his wealth, he’s pretty fucking stingy. It’s all about control. That’s all he knows. Mia doesn’t understand him the way I do. He didn’t come from some wealthy family any more than she or I did. The Morelli family was low-level back when he was a kid, existing on the fringes of the more powerful players. Morelli’s old man had a talent for being in the right place at the right time and knowing how to make himself useful. In our world, being useful is right up there with being faithful. If you know how to contribute and can keep your mouth shut, you have it made.

"I want access. You’re Raphael's brother. You work inside his empire. I want you to be my eyes and ears. Feed me information. Sabotage when necessary. Undermine quietly." Lorenzo recoiled slightly. "You want me to betray my brother?" Martin's smile didn't waver. "I want you to help me destroy him." "You’re insane." "Maybe. But I have the video. And I know how to make it go viral. Police, press, social media. You'll be roasted alive." Lorenzo balled his fists. "You're blackmailing me." "Let's call it bargaining." Silence stretched between them as the city lights shimmered below.

, Alan mused again, a smile playing on his lips. The American mafia was one of the three biggest mafias in the underworld, alongside Spain and the African mafia which was a combination of all the African mafias under one Don. Alan has the Spanish mafia under his thumb, along with over thirty other mafias under his thumb. Owning the African mafia was a question of time and a stupid decision on Kofi Adlojojo’s end but he could throw his weight around in the African mafia. Owning America gives one more power than they can fathom, a total control of the south and north and a direct access to the gangs scattered along the Mediterranean but Alan Poza was not a greedy man. Infact, his fair judgemen