Muslim Mafia Novels & Stories

Something hard inside the seam snagged under my finger. I paused my inspection and gently pulled at the stitching. A very small metal object slipped free from the seam and landed silently in the palm of my hand. My jaw immediately tightened with cold realization. I instantly recognized this specific symbol. I hadn’t seen this mark in years. It was the mark of a very old mafia group. They didn’t publicly announce themselves. These men were known for never missing a target. They were known for settling old debts through family bloodlines. They specialized in using debt, leverage, and family members, and they were famous for targeting women to brutally break the power of the men they hated.

When the men exchanged strange looks, Beth rose a brow. "Frederico was just telling us what happened." Her playful air went out the window just like that. Jasmine's inhale was sharp. "Who cut the brakes on the car?" She shot out, her eager eyes darting between Frederico and Alexander. Frederico glanced at Beth wearily. His hesitation was only too obvious and it confused her and caused her to tense up. "Who?" Jasmine demanded again. "A man called Mohammed Malik. He's a member of the viper crew. The viper crew is a gang here in New York with more power than your average gang."

"I ran away from home and took a job offer from the newspaper as a maid. When I found out what was happening here, it was too late for me to back out. Madame Jade might only command me to work as a maid for now, but it doesn't mean she won't command me to do something else in the future. She always said that if a man was looking for a fat blonde woman, she would throw me to the lions." "Who owns this place, Kamila?" May asked. Kamila didn't answer immediately. She glanced at the door for a few seconds before turning back to May. "He's a mafia," Kamila whispered. "His name is Nikolai. Nikolai Besolokov. He is also known as the Devil of the South. The north is run by Stone Black. Whis is why p

I couldn't take the suffocation I felt. My father didn't stop me. He simply sighed as I made my way past him and into the family room. I wanted to laugh at the irony. I sat on the couch and stared at the piano. I wanted to play but I knew the moment I touched that piano I would break down. I had no room for emotion in my life right now. I was going to be the biggest Mafia Don this world had ever seen. Mafia Dons have no room for emotions or family. My father taught me that early on. “Good Evening Master, Neko is making Dinner. Would you like me to play you a song?” Ayla questioned as she spotted me staring at the Grand Piano.

"No! How can I just climb on your back? Moreover, there's an injury on your arm." JK yells, "Just shut up and do as I say!" "No, I won't! Why are you showing me mercy now?" "I have never seen a stubborn girl like you." Grabbing her hand forcefully, he makes her lean on his back. "This man, seriously! How long are you going to force me? Will you ever let me live peacefully? When will you stop all this?" "When you love me more than I do." "I'll never fall for you." "You won't have to do it, baby. It will happen automatically. Just wait and see." "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Walk as soon as possible; I'm so hungry." "It's high time to learn how to control your hunger." "Yah, I've never seen a stupid

she asked in shock. I sighed and nearly slapped my forehead. "No, not Alexei. The Turkish mafia," I replied. "Oh, I've heard of those people. They're not the most powerful but they're the most disgusting," she said and gagged. I raised a brow, "Where did you hear that from?" "I overhear some conversations among dad and his men sometimes. I heard that the head of that mafia is an old man that sleeps with little girls, impregnates them and kills them. I heard he's into human trafficking too," she said and I shivered in disgust.

Marisa admitted, her nervous smile betraying her uncertainty. Blade, maintaining her formidable demeanor, uncrossed and recrossed her legs, assuming a regal posture. "Well, I'll enlighten you about the Gambino family," she declared, her tone commanding attention. "We're the most feared mafia family globally. Only the heartless and the strongest individuals earn a place within our ranks." Blade paused, then rose to her feet.

"Mafia is a process,not a thing. Mafia is a form of clan - cooperation to which it's individual members pledge lifelong loyalty....Friendship, connections, family ties, trust, loyalty, obedience - this was the glue that held us together." ~ Joseph Bonanno _____________________________________ Roman's point of view: "Tada" Denis shouted as he entered my room. "Your behavior is a lot like a baby. I made a mistake when I chose you as my second in command" I said to him angrily.

She was being a damn brat, but this conversation wasn't over. "I don't have a real life? I'm just some criminal to you?" I said, half laughing at how absurd of an accusation that was. I had a family to protect, multiple business I ran and funded, I had responsibilities set in place from hundreds of years ago. This wasn't some gang of teenage thugs fighting over drug deals. We were Italian mafia, a code... maybe a little like a cult. "I'm just saying, we are two very different people. We don't belong in each other's world. And I don't want to be some girl you get off with, let along make a mistake we can't fix."

“Wait. Moretti Moretti?” Riva frowned. “You know him?” “Are you—are you serious right now?” another friend asked, wide-eyed. “He’s Ares Moretti. That family runs half the illegal shit across borders. Mafia. Guns. Casinos. Black money. People disappear when they breathe wrong around them.” Riva’s stomach dropped. “You mean he’s like… actual mafia?” “Actual. Untouchable. Lethal. And you—” Nia looked her up and down. “What the hell did you do to end up in his car?”