Port Mafia Novels & Stories

Matteo said. "Let me make myself clear, Matteo. I do not want some whore you bought," Matteo's son, Vittore answered in a deadly calm voice. Now that word hurt. It made terrifying memories flash in my mind. I sagged, being held up my two men as I tried not to have a panic attack. I breathed slowly. Now was not the time Dalia. You are free ok? You are out. Breathe. Breathe... "I realise she is in fact pathetic but, she is property of our mafia. She's worth billions," I was confused at that.

"Look, I don't like you raising your voice in front of me! " "I am Marco vilante, ruler of the dark world, leader of the great Mafia of the world! You shouldn't dare raise your voice in front of me, sweet lady. "Marco said in a tone that sounded so frightening. Knowing who the man is before him was instantly intimidating Bella's guts, given the man's power is no joke. To rid the earth of a life like darrel was not difficult for him, nor would she for whom alexa said she was above the law.

Iesha's Pov I knelt down with the other girls my age in front of the famous Hunter Beckham, my gaze lowered as my body trembled at the thought of who he was going to pick. Sweat dripped from my head and I felt a little bit nauseated, however, any mistake in front of him could cost me my life. Hunter Beckham was a well known Vampire Mafia. I had never seen him but I heard how horrible of a man he was. I heard he had no respect for women and would stop at nothing to destroy anyone standing against the empire handed over to him by his father.

I glared at him and turned to run up the stairs. I got to my room, slammed the door shut, and locked it. I picked up the laptop from the study table and searched for the word that was bothering me the most. “Mafia” Hesitantly, I clicked on the first search result that pulled up and started to read everything about it. Mafia is an informal term that is used to describe a criminal organization that bears a strong similarity to the Sicilian Mafia... Mafias often engage in secondary activities such as gambling, loan sharking, drug trafficking, prostitution, and fraud...

“I am not God Mack, you know the rules, you were warned.“ He picked two bare wires and brought them together causing an electric shock. “What is the second rule of the mafia society?“ He asked Mack whose eyes didn't leave the wires he was holding. “Never involve children in the act,” he muttered still staring at his hands. “And what did you do?“ Alex raised his brows. “I made children sell drugs.“ He muttered. “Good and now it is time you pay for your crimes,” he placed the bare wires on Mack's legs sending waves of electric shock through his body. The man yelled, he couldn't take his legs away because he was bounded. “Boss have mercy,” he yelled. Alex laughed, he has missed this, the cry fo

“Wait. Moretti Moretti?” Riva frowned. “You know him?” “Are you—are you serious right now?” another friend asked, wide-eyed. “He’s Ares Moretti. That family runs half the illegal shit across borders. Mafia. Guns. Casinos. Black money. People disappear when they breathe wrong around them.” Riva’s stomach dropped. “You mean he’s like… actual mafia?” “Actual. Untouchable. Lethal. And you—” Nia looked her up and down. “What the hell did you do to end up in his car?”

"I wouldn't." I took a deep breath, weighing my options. I had nowhere else to go, no one else to turn to. If he wanted to harm me, he'd had plenty of opportunities already. "Okay," I began, my voice barely above a whisper. "I was taken after my shift at the diner I worked at." "What the fuck?" Shadow's eyes widened, his entire body tensing. "My father owes the mafia money apparently," I continued, watching his reaction closely. "He stole it from the boss he worked for, Cassian Romano."

They had become enemies, and he had nearly died at Valentine's hands—the idea of warning him was absurd. To erase Valentine from his mind, Eugene thought about the Russian mafia he would soon meet. Commonly known as the Red Mafia, they were notorious for their cruelty. After the collapse of the Soviet Union, many elites including military generals and government officials had been absorbed into the Red Mafia. Unlike Italian mafia who valued family and honor, the Red Mafia was a thoroughly corporate-style organization that moved solely for profit.

“There is a difference.” Diego cried out with sweat appearing on his forehead. “You are insane, Alex; you have always been insane. Diego knew that he couldn't spill those dark secrets. He knew that of he does, his life would end instantly. So it’s Alex kills him or the the other mafia lord kills him. Diego’s words caused Alex to press harder. “And here you are, begging for my mercy. Yet you think I'm insane,” he chuckled dryly. His facial expression hardened suddenly. “Talk, Diego. Tell me to order it right now.”