My 108 Mafia Father Novels & Stories

He couldn't be more than twenty-four twenty-five, still quite young, but I had been at his naming ceremony when he had just been born those years ago. "You got some balls showing up here after killing my father?!" I cocked my eyebrows even more, swiping off the spit his shouting had just sprayed on my face. "And what makes you think I'll kill my main supplier?" "I don't know. Do the Mafia have any reason for killing someone? They just kill and get revenge, and I warned him not to get involved with the mafia." I cocked my eyebrow even more if that was possible. "You're wrong, young man. I wouldn't kill him for no reason. Your father and I had the best relationship ever."

FIFTEEN YEARS AGO, Antonio Dante's pov, “Antonio.” “Antonio.” “Antonio.” My father is part of the mafia. My father is a Mafia. A boss. A Mafia Boss. “Open the door,” I might have been behaving like a child locking myself in the room but I needed time to think. “Antonio, please." My father is a murderer. “Antonio, please let me explain.” He kills people. “Please open the door.”

Marie tried hard not to scream while standing her ground in order to pass across how she really felt to the brothers. “And I don’t think it’s my fault either “ Drey responded with a blank look on his face, disregarding the wave of emotions that were flying in the air. Marie had almost forgotten that Drey was a fierce Mafia Lord that kills and torture people without emotions, so why was she expecting as much as sympathy from him. She looked straight in Drey's eyes, but she couldn’t even read what it was saying. “You always try to fuck everything up with everyone around you, and you’re doing it again.” Nathan hit his shoulders lightly

My pulse quickened. Valerio. He was here. I clutched the lunch box tighter, my heart thudding against my ribs. He might be inside, maybe in a meeting with the owner the one I’d heard whispered about. The man they said was deep in the mafia. The kind of man who ruined lives. Just like the people who destroyed my father’s. The thought made my chest ache, and for a second, I hesitated. What if Valerio was like them? What if I’d been blind this whole time?

he roared, voice hoarse, breaking. Jasmine glared at him, stunned at how he wasn’t even denying the fact that she said his father killed her father. Even her didn't trust herself as much as he trusted her. “You believe so much that your father killed my father. Why won’t you believe that I killed your father back?” Jerald sniffed, brushing the back of his hand across his nose as his breath caught. “Look here,” he said, voice trembling now. “My father is a mafia lord. And he… he could kill anyone. Literally anyone. But you…” his voice softened, his tone breaking into something desperate and raw.

Natasha’s head snapped toward him in disbelief. Her eyes widened in shock as she stared at her father. Luisa looked equally stunned, unable to believe what she had just heard. Giovanni narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “Do not try to play games with me, Paolo,” he warned. “I am not playing any games,” Paolo replied carefully. “You know very well that I am not part of any mafia circle. I am a businessman. I have a reputation to maintain.” He gestured slightly toward the house around them. “If my daughter suddenly disappears tonight, people will begin asking questions. The police might even come looking for answers, and that could create problems for you.”

A retired Mafia boss is still a Mafia boss. Nepher Jager, Khaid’s father, sat in a deep armchair near the cold hearth, reading a thick financial document. He was a man carved from granite, still formidable, his silver hair neatly combed back, his eyes sharp and assessing. “Khaid” Nepher greeted, his voice a low, steady rumble, acknowledging his son without warmth or excess. “Unscheduled. Trouble?” “Always scheduled, Father. Just not on your calendar,” Khaid replied, leaning against the doorway, observing the room with critical detachment. He felt like an intruder in this preserved museum of old power. “Metropaul. He’s becoming audacious.”

I cried, and my father sighed. "Angela," Dad called my name softly and said, "I want you to know that you are not alone, but you have to be strong. This Top Hills City is controlled by the mafia, and you have to learn to trust no one except yourself. I do not trust Richard, too. I don't know why he bought you, but it's clear that he is not going to marry you. He is a mafia, a beast, and he doesn't show any mercy, too. Just guard your heart and don't fall for him. When the coast is clear, I will find a way to make you leave this place to a place you will not be subjected to slavery and controlled by anyone, alright," Dad said, his hands hugging me warmly as he whispered into my ears, but tear

Alexander took two steps into the classroom, not diverting his eyes from Harper for a single instant. The assessment in the mobster's gaze was cold, calculating, but beneath that layer of ice, Harper could detect a glimmer of astonishment and a deep need for answers. "Good afternoon," said Alexander, in a deep voice that resonated against the classroom walls. "I'm Ethan's father." Harper stood up elegantly, wiping her hands on her skirt and maintaining her composure despite the icy air that seemed to accompany the man. "Mr. Cole," Harper responded with serenity and a kind smile. "I'm Harper Grace, Ethan's teacher. We were expecting you." Alexander looked at his son, who remained sitting on t

To which Roseline and Aiden nods their heads in concurrent like a team. Aaron being the mafia boss isn't used to being treated this way. Nobody dares to even think about disrespecting him and here when his parents are hell bent on humiliating him ,he gets too frustrated knowing he can't do anything ,can't deny the claims too because he did for what he's getting roasted here.