My Possessive Mafia Novels & Stories

Declan’s fury finally surfaced. “Do I look like I give a damn about it? Sierra is mine. I didn’t give her revenge for nothing. Now that it’s over she must keep in mind she belongs here. Call it obsession or whatever you want. And about our mafia, I believe in my capability. Today or tomorrow we will make our mafia stand in New York among Bratva and Italians!”

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After a ten-minute drive, we arrived at the exclusive club where Alex had thrown his bachelor party. Alex and Logan were my partners in the mafia. Together, we ruled the underworld, an unstoppable force that no one dared challenge. Our legitimate businesses served as the perfect front, keeping our darker dealings hidden from the prying eyes of the law and the public.

I listened intently, trying to understand the complexities of his empire. “As you know, I'm the most powerful and influential mafia lord in the city, not someone you fiddled with for any reason! I own and control more than half of the city! I always call the shots!” He disclosed, hitting his chest boastfully, basking in his pride. Irritated by his arrogance, glared at him and looked away. He still didn't stop. “I own the malls, the storehouses, the restaurants, the bars, the clubhouses, and other businesses! So many of them!” He continued, adding to my aggravation.

“Why are you helping me?” She scoffs. “You think I’m helping you?” She chuckles. “It’s called ownership, tesoro. You are mine.” She sits up, making us face to face. “Your family will have the privilege of having the benefit of selling your life to me.” I managed to give her a dirty look, unhappy with her confession. “Oh, don’t give me that look. It’s not like you don’t know that. You’re now in the mafia. What else could you expect?”

We exchanged handshakes and I slipped an envelope into his pocket before moving away with Mia. I noticed Mia was tense at one point and I asked her what was wrong. “A few people from my father’s mafia are here. They’ve been watching me for a while.” She admitted in a low voice and I followed her train of sight. As soon as my eyes met with the people she had referred to, they hastily averted their gazes and spread around at once. “They’re probably here on your dad’s command. Is that why you’re tense? Wanna go with them?” I asked and I watched as her eyes widened as she shook her head.

"Who is he." "Twenty six years old," Rem said from the doorway. "He runs the Caruso family's northeastern operations. He is considered the likely successor to Don Enzo." "Has he ever tried to contact me before," I said. "Not through any channel we have a record of," Rem said. "But given that someone was photographing you without your knowledge the absence of a formal contact does not mean much." "No," I said. "It does not." Ivan put his hand flat on the table. "The contract is not enforceable in any legal sense," he said. "It is internal mafia tradition. It has weight within that world but it has no mechanism outside of it."

"You used that high title to crush young pups with real talent, silence new ideas, and polish your own fur with the hard work of stolen claws. Normally, my wolf wouldn't care. Your dirty mafia games didn't touch my skin. But then your teeth picked a fight with my bloodline that you cannot win. And my beast cannot just let that slide." Luciano’s pride refuses to let him shut his mouth, even with his back touching the stone wall. He bristles his fur like a cornered street dog. "So what if my wolf isn't your fan? Yeah, I pulled some strings and played the territory system! Every alpha in the mafia world does it! Don't you dare tell this room I don't know map drawing! My den is full of high awar

They were taken in by the elderly man in a grand mansion that resembled a palace. There, Aleah noticed numerous men in suits surrounding the estate. She discovered that her grandfather was no ordinary businessman—he was the leader of a powerful mafia group in Italy. His real name was Antonio De Luna. At the mansion, Antonio recounted the reason he hadn't been with Aleah's mother for 20 years. He was once the Alpha of a pack, but an unexpected tragedy struck, leading to the death of most of his pack members. He was blamed for failing to protect them from a deadly epidemic. The only ones he had managed to save were his own family. This incident was why he never formed another wolf pack, nor wa

Thomas stayed behind, intently staring at a shocked micheal. "You got a phone call about a bomb and you felt it would be wise to not inform Raphael and go ahead and check it yourself?" He quizzically asked. "What are you trying to insinuate?" Micheal replied, irritation souring in his voice. "I have been in this mafia longer than you and Raphael. I was picked by Armani and put into this syndicate. I know all about the warehouses, business partners, politicians, drugs, shipments around the coast, factories, name it all. I have full knowledge because I was once the capo dei capi. I am not a stranger to how things are done in the mafia so don't dare try to belittle my status with your words" Mi