My 108 Mafia Father Novels & Stories

I looked at Viper and he signaled me to tell him the truth, we are already at this point there is no going back, we will do anything to save Tana “My father is a mafia boss” “A mafia boss?” He asked in shock “I’m a mafia too, but you don't have to worry I promise we are not bad people please” “Hmm,” He nodded. “Follow me,” He said and stood up, Viper and I followed him as he entered the room by the left

Bria's POV I am no fan of Mia Costa, but I realize I do not love Riccardo Marino. I only wanted him because I could not get him, and my father kept pushing him down my throat. If I married him, my father would have killed him or made him hand him the Godfather title using me. My father is very ambitious and has always wanted to become the Godfather. However, he is also a coward and will never fight the Godfather for the position, unlike Riccardo, who went to face the Godfather because he was misusing his powers and steering the Italian Mafia in the wrong direction. Riccardo fought the previous Godfather to get the title, and the Italian Mafia's Dons respect him. My father has lost the last r

Third Person Pov: Thomas Allen is one of the most ruthless leaders in the mafia gang Hayden Wren heads. Its known as 'Python'. Recently, there's been a fued between the two, hence; Thomas moved to Dubai. The members of the gang thought things would dissolve over time... but it didn't. Communication seized between the two for the past two years. Now, Thomas is back to set things right.

My Mom is a notorious gossip. “Enough!” Papa yells. “I will not marry him!” I scream as tears stream down my face. “He’s gross!” My father stands up from his big wooden desk. He is frowning as he leans over his desk and slaps me hard across the face. “You will marry him! It is your duty as my daughter! Now stop whining and think of the family and not yourself for a change!” My father screams. His eyes burn with an intense red glare. I understand the implication all too well. If I refuse again, there will be no choice but death. This is the grim reality of defying one’s parents in the Mafia. They wield absolute power, willing to do anything to uphold their authority.

These pains… God, fuck, if I go into labor right now…I will never forgive this little baby. But I straighten my shoulders, ignoring it. My mother moves on, either not noticing or not caring. “What I want,” she continues, her eyes locked on mine, “above all things in the world – the reason I left you with David Thompson to pursue my work – is to have the mafia wiped off the face of the planet. I want all the dons locked away. I want all of their systems dismantled.”

I said making my voice sound tough. " Good girl." He said and after then there was silence. I heard the door shut and I knew that they had left. I crawled onto my bed and cried. *** Robert's POV. We drove into the Martinez family house, there were security guards at every corner. Rico, who used to work as a right hand gun man for the Martinez family had given us a glimpse of what their record looked like. They ran the most dangerous mafia group in this side of the country. They had lots of enemies that was the reason they had so much security.

That’s what he was trained his whole life for. My father was one of New York’s biggest mafia bosses. Our family had run Manhattan, Staten Island, and the Bronx for decades, even before the Great Depression. We survived lots of things, mostly bad, but our family always thrived. It was in our blood to simply move on and get up from the ground whenever someone knocked us down.

Ava hesitated for a while, as though she was thinking about what to do, then she let out a defeated sigh and stepped aside. “You have five minutes.” She said as she closed the door behind her. “What do you want to talk to me about?” She demanded, crossing her arms around her chest defensively. I knew what I was about to say was going to make her angry, but I had to say it. “Anyone who is part of the mafia isn’t a good person.” I cleared my throat and began. “Your father was part of the mafia and he had done some evil things. If the roles were reversed and it was me who stole from him, he would have killed me without thinking twice.”

That my father would never do something like that. That my father was perfect, but I couldn’t say that. Because my father had been in the Mafia. And sometimes, people in the Mafia did things that weren’t right. Who was to say he hadn’t? The words sat heavy in my throat, choking me, but before I could speak, Luca’s hand came down on my shoulder. A firm, silent warning. I swallowed back everything I wanted to say. Valerie didn’t break eye contact, her expression was still marked by fury.

he said, limping to the front, his fingers gripping his stick that I feared it might break. I did, reluctantly, my face tight, I lifted my head, meeting his eyes. Abraham Moretti — my father. The man who taught me the meaning of fear, the weight of power, and the price of failure, recruited me into the mafia when I was ten. At that moment, his eyes were as cold as ice, sharp enough to cut through the walls. He limped into the room, his stick clicking against the bottom with each deliberate step. His posture remained straight, even as the limp in his right leg reminded me that his days were numbered. But the anger and in his eyes went down even for a day.