My 108 Mafia Father Novels & Stories

Part of me wants to bolt for the door, but the larger part—the part that wakes up every morning wrapped in Vincenzo’s arms—knows it’s time. My father strides in exactly on time, because Diego Sanchez is never late and never early. The maître d’ rushes to greet him, practically bowing. Dad has that effect on people—they either fear him or want to impress him. Usually both. I stand as he approaches, smoothing my hands down my shirt. It’s one of Vincenzo’s favorites—light blue that supposedly brings out my eyes. “Macerlo.” Dad pulls me into a brief, stiff hug. “You look well.”

"And I swear, she's untouched. Completely clean. The Don will be very satisfied." "Look," he pleaded, "I'm even giving up my girl. So about that debt I owe you..." The man's eyes were flat as they scanned me, showing nothing. My hope vanished. He didn't recognize me. I remembered my father had been recruiting foreign muscle lately. They didn't follow the old family traditions. They only cared about money. The bald man, Rocco, walked up to me and grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up. "Open your mouth," he ordered.

Eight years ago, I left Sicily with a stolen future and a secret growing inside me. I built a life in Australia. Raised my son. Learned to stop expecting answers. Then Matteo Vianello knocked on my door. He has his brother’s eyes, a dangerous reputation and a photograph of my seven-year-old son. “How old is he?” I know what he’s asking. And I know what admitting the truth could cost us. Matteo wants Chris to know his family. I want my child nowhere near the men who taught me what the Vianello name means. But the man I’m determined to keep outside our lives is getting harder to resist. He listens. He makes my son laugh. And when he looks at me, I forget every sensible reason to walk aw

The wine tasting ended.A passerby knocked over the wine rack in the hallway. The rack toppled straight toward me and my best friend,Lena.My mafia husband and our son both yanked her behind them first. She walked away unharmed.I crashed hard to the floor. Lena hurried over toward me. “ Seraphina, are you okay? ” My son grabbed the hem of her dress. “ Aunt Lena, don’t go over there. You’ll get red wine on your pretty dress. ” “ But your mom fell. I have to help her up! ” Lena insisted. Dante pulled her back against his chest. “ Calm down. She’s a grown woman. She’s not that fragile. She can clean herself up and stand. ” My left arm hung limp at my side.Blood seeped through the spilled red wine

Danny’s POV I stared at the black smoke still rising in lazy curls from the ruined cast-iron skillet on the island. Then I looked at the four professional chefs standing frozen around the kitchen like they were attending a high-society funeral. Finally, my gaze landed straight on my husband. Chadwick Rodriguez. The feared Mafia Godfather. The man who could make grown, ruthless men tremble with a single, icy look. Standing in the middle of a smoke-filled room, covered head-to-toe in raw flour and burnt grease.

Orlando I've been struggling over the past year with everything after Miller had taken it upon himself to kidnap my girl instead of coming straight to me tk get the truth even if he chose not tk believe it like he had to know what kind of scumbag his brother really was and what he was capable of. Pity he never believed me, things could've been a lot different. I should've done things differently. But, the problem with that was u was mafia and I did things by mafia cod and ethics not how a morning person would extract information out of you.

A tentative stamp of approval from my business-mogul father? From across the table, though, Moana’s face remained shocked, her green eyes wide. I probably looked about the same; not only had Logan announced a whole host of plans to take down the mafia back in our city that I had never heard before, but my father was also… accepting him? “What’s happening here?” I blurted out, unable to mask the surprise and intrigue in my voice.

Kathrine said as tears of anger started to fill her eyes. “Kathrine, please can we do this another time?” Andrew asked his voice calm and steady. “No! I need to know. Now!” Kathrine stared at Andrew waiting for him to answer. “I think you already know the answer to the important question.” Andrew said keeping his pose. “You’re part of a Mafia? What the fuck Andrew?” Kathrine yelled. Her breaths were loud and heavy. “Kathrine…” Andrew said as he stepped closer to her. “Get the fuck away from me! Stay the fuck away!” Kathrine said while stepping back away from Andrew.

"But Father, this is...it just doesn't make any sense. He is a changed person now, that I am sure of..." "He still has my blood running in his veins. He is my son and will forever remain my son. He will do my bidding. Even though he is the youngest amongst you all aside from Valerie, he is sharper, smarter, and needed in the organization. Do you think if he had ordinary capabilities like you and your brother, he would have been given the title SON OF A MAFIA? Haha, in your dreams. I spent a lot on that boy, gave him all the training that he deserved, he served not only me but each contributor in this Mafia rulership. He belongs to us all and will forever remain a part. He is our son after al

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne