My 108 Mafia Father Novels & Stories

Two years ago “Noooooooo!” Harper screamed as she looked at the man who happened to be her father in horror. “What I say is final, Harper! You have no choice but to obey my orders!” Tate, Harper’s father, shouted in frustration. He was a man known for his stern demeanor and his influential role in the Italian mafia, and he was determined to secure his legacy by marrying one of his daughters to the future Don.

Lilliana pried “He's the boss” the man joked “You're the boss's best friend” the girl remarked smartly, making the man let out a sigh and shake his head. It was hard to explain to his daughter that he had been hunting people who were trying to hurt her without letting out their little illegal secret. If only he hadn't promised his late wife that he'd keep their daughter away from their illegal business. “One of us has to run the company little flower” Damon said, joining them in the kitchen in his gym wear and effectively rescuing his best friend from his daughter's questions.

Even my teeth are chattering. All those articles. All those hints, allegations, payoffs to keep the Morelli name out of the courts. My father, the man whose DNA I carry, is responsible for death, misery, horror. Sex trafficking, drug trafficking, money laundering. All of it. Dean found all of it when he was researching, and that’s what he didn’t want me to know. That’s what he tried to shield me from. Because unlike the men standing in front of me, he actually gives a damn.

she laughs hysterically. “Miss Betty Humphrey” he said, his voice low. "Your father was the Lord of the whole mafia clan, The Lord of the Daga empire, the most thriving of all the clans, And you, Betty, are his first child. The rightful heir to his authority." Betty's breath caught in her throat as she processed the information. She felt a surge of emotions fear and uncertainty. She stood up in denial. “No!! I know my father and he is not into any mafia business, he was a good man!! A doctor, he never killed anyone, he was a good man!!” She sounded defensive.

“The man I met at the club last night... the one I kissed, the one who touched me...” Fiona nodded, already piecing it together. “He’s Marco’s father,” Aria said, almost choking on the words. “He’s Mr. Damian De Luca. The mafia Don.” Fiona gasped. “What?! How is that even possible? You mean you never met Marco’s dad?” “I hadn’t,” Aria whispered, tears brimming in her eyes. “I threw myself at him like some desperate... thing. And today I went to his house asking him to marry me.”

And the man who pulled me into this world is the leader of the Ash Mafia… it makes me wonder if he knows my father. I pick up the diary again, flipping to the last page. “I can’t raise my baby with Liam.” How involved was my father in the mafia?

His brilliant, strong, fearless daughter was gone, and she had left a void no-one could fill. His only son, Pedro, was in jail, serving time for sending a man to coma. Pedro was not useful to him in a way. He was just the son who spent his father's money. He had no brains for business or schooling. He was always falling into one mischief or the other. He had let him stay in jail because he was frustrated. He hoped with a few months in, he'll become sober and perhaps more serious. His only other daughter, Beatrice, was not one to depend on either. She was impulsive, making moves without strategy or making no moves at all. He had thought Abigail would be able to teach her some good business sk

For dinner with a guy I didn't even know. ___ Jakes POV- My childhood wasn't perfect, I mean whose is? My father was the American Mafia boss and I was always by his side because one day I was going to take over. I watched what he did and followed his orders, I was truly his son. I first killed someone when I was only eight years old because there was an attack at the mansion, I had to save my mom. My father soon passed away from being shot by a spy, and I swear to god if I ever find who did it I'll fucking murder him in his sleep, or even better i'll have a little fun before he dies. My mother died from cancer so I was left to take over the family business working as the American mafia boss

A slight curve appeared on his lips and he replied: “Of course.” Why did I bother to ask this person? Of course, he already checked all of my records. After all, he was the mafia king of this city. Well, at first I didn’t know that my girlfriend’s father was a mafia king but after our last meeting I checked on him and if I said I was not shocked to know his identity then it’ll be the biggest lie. I was very scared but I will not step back. I love Isabella. I’ll not leave her and I’ll make sure this mafia king will accept me.

Something I had never heard myself make before. I didn’t move. Didn’t blink. Just stared. If I stared long enough, maybe the screen would change. It didn’t. Androa walked to the table and poured himself wine like we were discussing sports. “Two months ago, your father walked into my office. Spoke passionately about his daughter. A 911 operator. When I looked at your photos… I was impressed.” “Half a million. And a trophy wife? Who would say no?” Tears gathered in my eyes.