My Mafia Daddy Novels & Stories

"Congratulations." "How is that a scam?" Emma folded her arms and leaned against the bathroom door. "Lia." "Hmm?" "Let's use the little common sense God gave us." Lia narrowed her eyes immediately. "I already don't like where this conversation is going." Emma raised a finger. "The sole heir of the De Luca family." A second finger joined the first. "The son of the infamous Il Re Nero (The Dark King)." A third finger followed. "The future Don of the richest and most feared Mafia family in the whole world."

leave here, to head there. We just got the letter today. I think that guy was one of his trackers that gave Kayla the letter, but who knows, all I know is the letter.” We were all thinking about the same thing, well, I think we were, when the phone started ringing. Dad just sat there watching it ring. Rolling my eyes, I decided I would answer the phone, “Hello, this is the mafia family. How can I help you today? For some reason, I thought I knew who this was. Could it be this guy who knows?” “So, have you all made your decision yet?” I knew that voice; it was that guy's voice. I decided to hand the phone to my dad. “It’s that guy who gave me the letter.” Taking the phone out of my hand, he

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.”

Lana froze as I mentioned the name of the man who robbed us of a normal childhood, killed her husband, forced me into marriage, and shipped the rest of our family off elsewhere. His name was Maximus Don. He was the leader of Country B's second biggest gang, a ruthless killer, a money-hungry man, and involved in all sorts of shady deals. From child prostitution to human trafficking, he had his hands in everything. And to make it even worse, he was our father.

The father who taught me how to slice a lemon perfectly, who held me when nightmares attacked - how could that man be what she’d just named? Vivian’s look was almost gentle, the sort of pity people give when they’re watching someone step off a cliff. “Most daughters of crime bosses grow up understanding the family business,” she said. “But Francesco kept you completely in the dark.” “It’s not true,” I whispered, the words thin and useless. I wanted to convince myself more than anyone else. “He is not in the mafia.” Saying it aloud felt like a wish. She laughed and it scraped at whatever calm I’d tried to hold, it annoyed me. “I am in the mafia,” she said flatly, and the admission made the ro

He said, waving a dismissive hand. Lorenzo breathed in relief and gestured for Chiara to follow him. The two quietly left the office and Lorenzo’s eyes darted cautiously around the restaurant. He looked at his daughter, his eyes holding multiple pleas. “Papa, there’s no way I’m going to be with that man.” Chiara spat, her eyes glaring at the door of her father’s office like Dante could see her. “I’m afraid we both don’t have a choice in the matter. Dante is… more dangerous than you could think.” Lorenzo muttered nervously, his eyes still darting around the restaurant.

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

This is the biggest news I have ever heard. I couldn't believe what my dad had just told me. Enzo, my soon-to-be fiance, was a mafia boss and a billionaire. It was like something out of a movie. I had always been attracted to his mysterious aura, but I never imagined it went this deep. As the realization sank in, a surge of excitement coursed through me. I was about to marry into wealth and power beyond my wildest dreams. But at the same time, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. Being involved with a mafia boss came with its own set of risks and dangers.

Abigail murmured. "What is it sir?" Maria said. "Nothing, maybe it is another Adrianna," he said. "Do you have her photo?" Dad asked and she nodded. She took out her phone and started scrolling at it. She later gave dad the phone and from his horrified look I knew it was the same Adrianna who was a mile away. "Do you know her sir?" Maria asked. "No, I don't think so. But Adrianna , who I know, I haven't seen for a long time and she is part of the mafia so I can't say whether it is her or not," dad said and we looked at him suspiciously.

The ugly and good side of this life combined. Father holds a recorded tape up within two fingers. “I’ll be sure to show your master this to keep your memory alive in his mind.” Alexeyev, one of the most ruthless mafia boss and owner of a strong, impenetrable, massive cartel and my father says slowly like he was counting his words to the tortured fellow. “Any last words?” Father asks. I lower my eyes down at the sound of another buzz.