Port Mafia 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.

No one else would dare. I had escaped my father but I just basically went from frying pan to fire. Hakan was Scorpion, there was no doubt about it. I was in the arms of the deadliest and most feared mafia boss in the whole country and maybe further than that.

Today, it might not be helpful, but you never know what will happen in the future. After making sure that Miss Martin had indeed left, that her shadows could not be seen and she was out of earshot, Sierra sits back at her chair and resumes the interrupted listening. Alek was talking to an unfamiliar female voice and they were talking about business. Maybe her knowledge about Octagon Solutions was limited but she knows enough to understand that Alek is not just the kind of employee he says he is. Taking notes of deliveries and unclaimed packages? Listing down the monthly revenue on their branch? It was stupid of her to believe so.

Then, the man's cold voice rang out, he said. “Why do you do these things? Why do you hurt your body? If you hate them, you can shoot and kill them. Don't be afraid that the police will arrest you, as long as I'm by your side, no one will be able to detain you, even if that person is a police officer.

Masahiko took a seat at the other end of the table and cleared his throat. " Gentlemen, Mr. Russel and Mr. Porter have made the choice to willingly fly across the globe to come in our time of need. As you know, our stocks have been tremendous these past few years thanks to the help of KR Inc. but we've been loosing money. After exchanging ideas for the past few months or so, we think that the best bet for Porter Industries to buy our enterprise so we can start from scratch and grow with the most finest supervision. " The atmosphere changed quickly as more than half of the men started speaking in their language outraged at Mr. Masahiko's proposition. Killian held his hand up to silence the m

To which Roseline and Aiden nods their heads in concurrent like a team. Aaron being the mafia boss isn't used to being treated this way. Nobody dares to even think about disrespecting him and here when his parents are hell bent on humiliating him ,he gets too frustrated knowing he can't do anything ,can't deny the claims too because he did for what he's getting roasted here.

Lea startled with furrowed eyes and if I'm not wrong I think she's hiding something from me. "Before leaving from France my father told me if ever I need some help, call Mr. Damon," I utter. "But what do you need?" Lea asked me, "we can give you anything just tell us," her face overwhelmed with worried expression. "No, that's not the matter, actually before coming to Sicily I found a strange information about my dad, it was documents in which was written that my father is a mafia and his actual name is Mr. Trinidad that's why I think maybe I should talk with Mr. Damon he might help me,"

“After what Noah did to Stan? You think you can just protect that freak and act like nothing important happened at all?” I shoved his hands off me violently, my eyes instantly flashing red with warning, Moses mentally clawing to break free and attack him. “Your mate actively tried to kill mine!” I growled, stepping even closer, my voice rising sharply with rage. “Stan and Eric ambushed Noah in the basement of your house. You wanna calmly talk about what happened? Why don’t you start by explaining why your mate was working with a rogue wolf to murder mine?”

my father said, back in those first days when I was learning how to live in my new world, “there’s nobody I trust more than him. He’s done a lot of work for me, and if anybody so much as lays a hand on you, they will lose that hand. And that’s if they’re lucky.” I didn’t ask him exactly what that meant or how he could be so sure. I didn’t need to. I didn’t want to, either. Posey takes over as usual, and I’m happy to let her do it. “I’ve been pulling up articles about the current state of organized crime and how money laundering schemes affect even regular, everyday people. Like there was that one chain of stores that exploded in a million different locations and had all these employees and e

he asks calmly. He watches me, patiently awaiting my reply. His stoic expression only fuels my rage and makes me hate him more. I don't care how he views himself, he'll always be a monster to me! "Oh, so if you would've killed us the other night, that would've been justified?" I bite out. He nods. "Sí. When you join the mafia, your family becomes mine. When your father betrayed me, he knew what was at stake. He obviously didn't think he'd be caught, or he just didn't give a fuck about his own daughters."