My Mafia Daddy Novels & Stories

"No shit. It was my dare." I hopped into the passanger seat and Enzo did the same. We listened to music and caught up during the hour long ride home. He had officially joined the mafia, he had met a girl he wanted to marry and he had missed me. He said that a 1000 times. Enzo had grown up into a good man but I felt like he could have chosen another path than to join the mafia. He had always sworn would never be like his father, to work for the mafia, but he gave in. He had no choice, just like me. Finally, the car stopped in front of my father's mansion. "This is me," I smiled at him.

He wasn’t kidding when he said his apartment was bigger than mine, his walk-in closet was bigger than my living room and kitchen combination. I grabbed another t-shirt and some shorts and padded around until I found the bathroom. I took off the old t-shirt and hopped in the shower. I don’t know why but the word “mafia” wouldn’t leave my head. What did I know about it? Not a lot, just what I’d seen in old movies and TV. Illegal activities, bribing cops, drugs, murder. I sighed.

Connor asked in confusion as all the things he got to know about from the time he came here was a lot for him to digest. "Oh, I didn't tell you?" The man asked in amusement and everyone looked at him in confusion. "I am Henry Davis, the current mafia of America after my brother, Harper Davis who is Anastasia's father. I am a mafia man." He said and everyone almost choked on their saliva after hearing him excluding Darius and Colton who were already aware of it. "M...ma... mafia?" Noah asked in disbelief as he looked at Darius in confusion. Darius nodded at him in confirmation. "That means Anastasia is…" Noah trailed off, unable to complete his sentence in shock.

So, he continues "I was the leader of American mafia. My real name is 'STEVEN KNIGHT' not Steven Moritz. Aidan's father 'Eric uncle' and your grandpa were alliances. During our childhood, we lived all together. Both the families were the envious of them all. Dad handled American mafia whereas Eric uncle had Canada and Mexico under his control. It was the most powerful mafia clan. Everyone feared them. But we were a happy loving family until the day, when we lost dad and uncle. You know sweetheart, power comes with its own thorns. Once you got the hunger of power, you can't back away. There's only destruction after that. In mafia nothing matters just the power. The more powerful you are the l

there was silence everywhere, then her tone softened, "how will you feel if we all are killed, Maya? We are talking about Don Damon here." Maya shuddered when she heard the name. Don Damon, the ruthless leader of the Mafia. Her father was a member, the fifth in rank. Maya had seen Don twice when her father threw a party. Don had graced the event. He didn't look like someone to be played with. She looked at Anna's scared face, then up at her mother's, and back down at her father's; he looked like he would have a heart attack any moment from now. She picked up the pen and signed the papers. She pushed it towards her father.

Mara said. "I'm sorry," Mara's father said, picking up the shoe he bought. "Why didn't you tell me all this before?" Mara asked. "I don't want you to get into any kind of trouble. I want you to be safe, and I don't want anything to happen to you," Mara's father said. "What's the name of the person that killed mom?" Mara asked. Her father looked at her for a while and breathed heavily. "He's very powerful in this city, Mara. You don't have any power to take him down. He's a mafia, and everyone fears him. I'm sorry that I'm not going to tell you his name because I don't want anything to happen to you," Mara's father said.

” Mason goes silent for a while, then he looks me dead in the eye and utters the words that shatters what it is left of my self control. ”My father was in the mafia. He was the Capo Dei Capi of the Russian crime syndicate.” *** My gaze freezes on Mason’s face, momentarily unable to utter a single word. My heart begins a violent thud against my ribcage. I feel a sharp pain just beneath my left breast and I double over, leaning my head against Mason’s chest. Urgent hands grab me. It all feels like a wide, dark blur. ”Mira? Are you alright?”

I demanded, pouting my lips. "Rafe is in the Mafia, basically he's a shadow, we can't tell his exact location and whereabouts except he wants us to know and he never does, he just shows up whenever it's necessary. Also he was my first investor, he trusted in my business idea and innovation, you can say he's behind my success in a way" "Do you mean the Mafia is real?" I squealed, pulling out of Damon's body as my eyes widened with this new revelation. "What planet are you from? Mars? Of course the Mafia is real," Damon answered.

The hard blow on the back of Jayda's head made her fall to the floor, groaning in pain. She whimpered painfully and was starting to feel dizzy. Raising her head up to look at the monster, Roland Ernest, a tear rolled down her cheek. Roland was the leader of a mafia group. Jayda's late father had borrowed a huge amount of money from him when he went bankrupt, a few months before he died. He had gotten himself involved in an illegal business deal with them out of hope.

I barely entered the hall room and got to see his pissed off face. " Bella, Where were you for two days and nights? Have you got no shame? Were you perhaps playing with men ,naked in the clubhouse?" Yeah that's how mafia dads talk with their daughters who have been a whore for their whole life. In the world's eyes my dad is respected chairman Austin Diór , a billionaire who loves his daughter blindly.