My 108 Mafia Father Novels & Stories

he yells again, looking at my confused expression, and getting way too close. “He is in the Italian Mafia Jamie! For fuck sakes! And he’s not just in the mafia, his father is the Italian Don!” I look at him in horror, my eyes going as wide as they possibly could go as I back away from him. My brother joined the mafia… How could I have missed this? I sit down on my couch, not being able to stand due to the buckling in my knees.

I just nodded my head. The men at our table hardly spoke a word but my mum and I never stopped talking, my father was later called on stage to give an address as a leader of the family and the previous CEO of the company but we all know that he was called on stage because he was the mafia boss, everybody around pretends to be normal but we all know we are all mafia families all sitting around having a normal party. when my father was giving his speech I look at the man, damn this man is hot, he look so handsome and classy but his Aura was something else it speaks volumes," don't f*** around with me," even though he was very handsome he has this cold eye than can look through a person's soul,

I approached my father with a sense of purpose. "Dad, I'm ready for the mafia. I need the power to take down Chase and ensure our family's safety." He grinned, a mix of pride and excitement in his eyes. "Heaven, it's time. I'll call for an all Mafia meeting. You'll need to prove yourself, and once you do, you'll have the power you seek." The anticipation in the air was palpable as the heads of the Mafia families gathered. Chase, though visibly displeased, couldn't escape the gathering. The room buzzed with tension as my father took the floor.

It won’t be nice if he did. I suddenly remembered that father had been a shell of himself when his mafia work had hit the fan. He was rude, obnoxious, and mean to everyone. I hoped that wouldn’t be the case now. I hadn’t been able to control myself, and hit the mafia leader. I couldn’t help it anymore, I leaned back into the window to figure out what was going on. Zayn was driving out of the lot, and the father looked at me. It was too late to hide. My old man waved at me with a smile on his face. He was the definition of chill. “What did you tell him, Zayn?” I asked the empty room.

My father was at home when I woke up but I would not be surprised if he spent most of the night out there avenging Jake. I finally block the cops out and focus on my brother’s funeral, which is nothing like the normal people’s funeral. There is no priest here, just us, the mafia. There are no long emotional speeches either, that is regarded as weakness. “Rest my boy. These streets are too snowy, but like a bat out of hell, valentines it shall be,” Father says, sending chills down my spine. I know that I am not the only one shaken by that statement. I still worry about this senseless killing where some innocent people are guaranteed to be caught in the middle. My father has just declared war

she says and smiles softly at me and I nod, smiling back. " Is your father mental? I'm just asking because how can he be OK with his daughter dating a mafia heir?" the uncle asks me. " My father has no idea of all of this, and I would like to ask of you a favour: Stop insulting my family and try to scare me. It won't work , I'm past that. I was hit by a car, got attacked and killed a man and I was kidnapped, so nothing you can do to scare me" I warm him while starting him right in the eyes. I don't care how disrespectful I am right now but he has no right to call my father names and try to dishonor him. My dad is a good man!

Another article said that his father had an untamed beast and that is his son. Romero Vaughan didn’t fear anyone and he was as ruthless as every mafia lord that Imade saw on the crime list. She wanted to curse her father for bringing her to this and making her perfect life disrupted. This man could decide one day that he didn’t want a particular set of human beings on earth to gain and he would get his wish. This was how dangerous the man himself was.

She turned to her father, her eyes ones of disgust and pleas. “Papa, you heard him, I-I can't do this. I'm sure Aria would gladly—” “Was that you trying to back out just now?” He asked, his tone laced heavily with mockery, “you aren't going to back out especially now you just agreed. Backing out is a sign of weakness, and there's nothing I hate more than weakness.” Chiara gulped, struggling not to collapse under the weight of his words. There was no doubt, this man was dangerous and her father had just thrown her into a game she wasn't ready for.

There was heat in my voice, and my father looked at me in surprise. “I didn’t know Harper had a boyfriend. In that case, let’s drop the matter. I didn’t expect you to remember what happened twenty years ago. But you’re right, even if we allied with the Contis, eventually we’d need to determine who’s in charge. Marco, I hope you’ll dominate the North American mafia and become a true king.” “I will, Father.” I left the study. As I passed the rooms on the second floor, I paused, hearing her excited chatter inside.

Liam's confused voice asked, walking towards me. "I am not hesitating, Liam. I am just scared - scared that I might lose you. You sincerely do not know who my father is. He is one cunning and ruthless Mafia lord - one who didn't hesitate to kill his wife because of a simple mistake she made, talk more of someone like you, whom he would see as a distraction for me"