My 108 Mafia Father Novels & Stories

I groaned, making my mother and her father gasp. My father growled, standing up with anger, the corner of my lip tilting in satisfaction. "Sir, please w-wait," Blackwood sputtered. "We are done here, Blackwood. The future Mafia princess needs to have her honor intact. I will be collecting my goods back and my alliance from your company. You have just wasted my son's time." Father boomed, his rage shaking the room.

He stands up straighter, towering over me, his dark eyes swirling with a storm of secrets he refuses to share. “I’m a mafia leader, Harper. There is always someone out there trying to get at me,” he says bluntly, his chest rising and falling heavily. He looks away from me, a flash of genuine pain crossing his face. “And now, they can hurt you to get to me. You’re a weakness.”

Then I clutched the coat tighter and hurried out into the night. The Meridian was a nightlife hotspot. It was a strip and stretched across a wide landmass with different casinos, restaurants, bars and hotels. Very bright and vibrant. But the part of the casino the address led me to was dark and the stench of sweat and piss was overwhelming. I struggled not to gag. A bald, and heavily tattooed man was waiting for me in the backrooms. “Where is my father?” I asked him. The man grunted. “Pay up his debt first.”

“He hasn’t done anything. In fact, I haven’t even seen him these past few days. He’s rarely around. Unlike his son.” “Son?” came my father’s confused reply. I let out a small, nervous laugh. “Apparently, the mafia king has a little boy. He calls me ‘Mama.’ It’s… strange.” The line went silent for a moment as I brushed my hair and sat at the vanity. My reflection looked composed—a stark lie my frantic pulse betrayed. “I-I’m sorry, Rachel,” Dad said suddenly, his voice cracking. “This is all my fault.”

I glare at him,“Jayden, what do you want?” “Nothing, I just want to tell you a little story. Story about Mike and my fiancée. I want you to know why I hate Mike to the core” he drops a tray in front of me, I didn’t even notice the tray in his hands. “But before I tell you the story, you have to finish this food” “I am not hungry, tell me the story” He smiles,“Okay It all started since we were kids, my father is the number one Mafia boss in Ethiopia Lucas”

She then slumped on the desk. A rage washed over me like I’d never felt before. What did Pavel know, and was he involved? I’d squash that motherfucker and feed him to a woodchipper. He stood here, in this very house after father’s death and tried to soothe us all. He was here the night of Alexandra’s first shift, what should have been one of Alexander’s most proud nights. Those motherfuckers robbed him of that and they robbed us of decades with our father! “So what? My father has refused to retire and Mikhail is too chicken shit to try and take him out? So he comes over here with a damn chip on his shoulder like he owns this place and fucks with MY MATE,” mother growled, practically moving t

(old pussy) My father had a disappointed look on his face, but Robert surprised me by chuckling. He ordered his men to put down their weapons. They followed without dithering. My brows furrowed. Does this man take me for a fool? I don’t care if we are in his den. I am still the Italian mafia Don. The king of all mafia Dons. “The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree” he sounded wise. He looks hideous, and I wanted to fix his face by putting a bullet between his eyes.

I say I live with my parents in a huge mansion, amazingly, my father is the leader of one of the biggest mafia's the Esposito Mafia, but he's also a businessman. My mom was a stay at home mother for most of our life she's also half black. I love her to death were extremely close she's like my best friend. Me and my dad that's a completely different story to sum it all up, for now, he's a piece of shit who would often beat my mother and I. but seeing as my brother Marcello is older and is about to take over our father's leadership its come to his beatings are no longer happening and we have no clue why. As Nova and I walk to my matte black Audi R8 nova puts her bags in the backseat and then w

I have to make sure he gets out no matter what, no matter who I have to threaten, who I have to pay, he has to get out. A part of me feels that he does deserve to be in there though, I mean my father is not a good man. To be very honest none of us are but then him, he is worse by far. It takes a certain level of ruthlessness to lead a mafia and he has all of that in abundance. I remember when he officially started my training when I was just ten, it was brutal.

"I am Marcello Colombo. I'm the consigliere of a Mafia gang in New York City and your father is in big trouble." Mafia. What exactly is going on? "You see, Mariana. Your father is no honest man. He stole from my boss and he must pay back for it." This can't be true. Mafia? How can her father be involved in such an illegal business? Just feeling the hard gazes behind her made her hair stand on end. She summoned the courage to ask her father if it was true. "Is that true, Father?" The gag was removed from her father's mouth and he whispered a 'yes'