My Mafia Daddy Novels & Stories

After wiping my tears, I ask him, “Why do you want us to play husband and wife?” He answers, calmly, “Being the capo of a mafia family, there is constant pressure to increase my power. So, I have been receiving a proposal from Julia Pentanova’s father, who is a rich and powerful man in the mafia. My brother keeps nagging about how important it is to marry her, but I don’t want to.” His frustration is clear in his voice.

If I had known that it was you, I would have never attacked you. Please, give me a chance to correct all of my wrongs. I would do anything for you to forgive me. I am ready to serve you and all of my clan will be at your feet. Your father has indeed been very good to me, so who am I to cause him or his family any harm or trouble? He is also the ruler of the mafia world and he brought great gain to us. I would be a fool to go against him, even for the slightest bit. He kept on spewing out different words from his mouth and I could tell that he was in total surrender to me.

“I happen to have a fair bit of sway in our city, you know. With enough money and influence, making positive changes could be as easy as snapping my fingers.” Curious, I turned to face him fully. The setting sun caught his eyes, turning them into a color that was not all that much unlike the color of the sky on a sunny day. “If that’s true, then why haven’t you done something already? What’s stopping you?” His gaze shifted away from mine, settling on a fallen leaf that had been caught in a low-hanging branch. “Because it’s… complicated, I guess,” he sighed, his voice tinged with a rare hint of vulnerability. “The mafia—my dad—controls more than anyone cares to admit. Especially this new ‘W’

He knew there was a deep meaning in what he said and he wanted nothing more than to find out what really was in those words. "For as long as I can remember, Michael has been a thorn in my flesh. He tortured me and dealt with me for years both physically and mentally and you think I am going to allow him to die the easy way? Just like that?" Connor snapped. Bruno took a step back as if only just realizing who he was talking to. He had underestimated this man sitting before him. He had forgotten that the man sitting before him was a deadly man, a billionaire and a mafia lord who controlled thousands of men and thousands of properties and he knew not to talk to him anyhow he liked because he co

he replied "But how can you do this to me? Selling me off like I am some pawn" I said with tears "You think I give a damn about your feelings, Damian Moretti is the most powerful Mafia boss in the underworld and I owe him a lot of money so I sold you to him in exchange of the money" his father said "But I am a guy, why can't you marry Jade off to him instead " he said. His father stood up with anger in his eyes and matched up to him and slapped him hard.

My dad can focus on his means of making money and I will focus on mine. But I don't complain. I never do. I never argue with people and just agree with them. “Wren—” “Don't argue. Come downstairs.” I sigh, “And who's this man?” I ask tired as we both head downstairs. “I only know little about him. He's young, rich and belongs to the mafia.” She whispers the last words in my ears and I pause in my tracks. The mafia? Why would Dad want to borrow money from a member of the mafia from all people?

Only she and Atasha didn’t know and Atasha. “Kyahhh!!” But they covered their ears when she suddenly screamed that echoed throughout the house. “Addison! Your scream hurts my ears!” Grace said that Addison stopped and gave them a peace sign then she faced her Daddy. “Like seriously daddy?! Are you really a mafia boss for real?!” Addison asked again and Kent nodded. “OMG!!! My daddy is a Mafia boss!!! Cool!” They winced because of what Addison said. “You’re not mad or something to me?”

Dante jolted awake, gasping as if he'd just run a marathon. It wasn’t a dream. It was the brutal truth. There it was, heavy on his shoulders—the legacy and curse of his father. Vittorio Bellandi. The man who had etched his name into the Calabrian mafia with blood and fear, but who now lived only in shadows that refused to fade. The cold floor greeted his bare feet as he stood. Heart racing. No time to think.

“Dad didn’t take Levi’s decision well. He knew he cannot win a war against the American mafia. I watched how he depended and lost himself in drugs, alcohol... women until one day, he sent me to assassinate Tiago.” I gasped, tears welling once again from my eyes. “Xavier…” He glanced down at me, his vulnerability on full display. “The mafia is everything to him. He was a loving father to us before he took over the mafia, but it consumed him. He threatened to kill mom and Calvin if I didn’t do it. ” “The hell...”

In fact, I don't believe in fairytales, they are just imaginary illusions that blind us to the reality of life. This man in front of me, who's supposed to be the misunderstood prince is Malakai Lorenzo, mafia king of the biggest underworld organization known in New York, and my father just had to go ahead and gamble all his money to his organization, now my father owes a huge sum of money to this bastard.