Port Mafia Novels & Stories

Pedro asked when they entered inside what seemed like a small sitting room with beautiful gold and white sofas. “It's lovely,” Olivia muttered, smiling faintly as her eyes wandered around. Pedro gave a half smile and left her side. “Just how rich are you, I mean, I don't see you working or visiting the office?” Pedro was a mafia. Everyone knew mafia men were no ordinary men, they were wealthy as f**k. Had in possession things even people who called themselves rich didn't have. Yet, he never worked as most did. The last time he said he visited the company was when she introduced her to his employees.

“I promise.” I placed my hand in her face. God I loved this girl so fucking much it hurt. “We’re not who you think we are Mil. We live two very different lives, one you’ve already seen and the other is hidden.’ I stopped taking a deep breath before I continued. ‘We’re not like you and Kacey Mil. Me and Orlando come from a different world from both of you. We have many enemies that either want it, take us out and ruin us or just kill us. We’re one of the biggest English mafia groups here, the Hemings a close second. We deal in drugs and firearms. The Hemings are our rivals, they hate us and they really hate us. Last night we had a shipment coming in. We both told Fletcher something was very w

He tonguelashed at Raphael as he turned red with fury. Tears pooled in my eyes hearing the way he addressed me. Nobody dared to interfere. Leila, Lorenzo, Marco, Luca, Thomas, Emilio, Sofia and Aurora just kept numb. I wouldn't blame them. This man looked deadly. I felt this sudden discomfort and pain throbbing in my chest. "Papa!"Raphael yelled back. "Don't you dare raise your voice at me boy! You are truly growing wings! Going against my orders in the mafia, bringing this black as a wife. She is not even Italian. Can she even handle the gun? Harlot"

"I'm itching to find out who that mafia boss is and bring him down," I whispered. "Don't get too excited. This mafia is big, most of the big companies here in Manila and other places are connected to them. This mafia is not easy so if you want to kill him, you just have to be tronger and not making weaknesses," he said and looked at our house. Is he saying Warren is my weakness? "What do you mean?" I asked him irritated. "I'm saying, I don't like him for you. I have a bad feeling about him," he said.

Nicola’s brow furrowed as he said, “You want to share an idea ion how to punish him?” “Hmm... Yes,” I said while playing with my fingers. “Go on,” he said, while looking amused. "According to you, a mafia is like a huge family governed by trust, and he destroyed the trust of the family." I exhaled loudly. They asked, “Yes?” They seemed confused, which made me smile as I explained my plan to them. As soon as I was done, I noticed Ben looking astonished, and a bit terrified, while Nicolas seemed shocked and proud.

Victorious warriors win first and then go to war, while defeated warriors go to war first and then seek to win. -Sun Tzu * * * MATEO So today something big will happen. By big I mean war. War full of blood and dead bodies. The Red mafia crossed us and today is the day to show them what we are capable of and what we do to those who cross us. They killed a lot of my men in Europe, and not only that, they also killed the family of someone I know.

The positions and authorities given in this mafia are a little bit different. Pakhan – also called Boss, Krestniy Otets ("Capo di tutti capi | Godfather"), Vor ("Thief"), Papa, or Avtoritet ("Authority"), controls everything. The Pakhan controls four criminal cells in the working unit through an intermediary called a "Brigadier." Two Spies – watch over the action of the brigadiers to ensure loyalty and that none becomes too powerful. They are the Sovietnik ("Support Group") and Obshchak ("Security Group").

Julien muttered on the other end, clearly nervous. “Not yet,” Camilla replied. “I need information on a man named Matteo Falcone. Anything from the last five years. Especially linked to an operation known as ‘The Sovereign.’” Julien went quiet for a long beat. Then, “That name… I’ve heard whispers. In Zurich. Istanbul. Even Morocco. High-level black market trades. Weapons. Data. Secrets for sale.” “Where does he operate from?” “No one knows,” Julien said. “He’s a ghost. But I can give you one lead—an auction is being held in Prague tomorrow night. Rumors say a representative of the Sovereign will be there. Discreet. Dangerous.”

“So you went out to solve my problem” “Close enough” I studied her face, thinking it's best I tell her the truth "Salvatore Donati” I started “Rodriguez was hired by him for the Pearsons. His line of work involves contracted work for security and info trading" “So why is that?” she asked, putting her glass down “Because he is a mafia. Many legitimate businesses rely on a mafia to do their dirty deed just to keep their hands clean” "I'm hearing this for the first time"

I began, trying to keep my voice steady, "we understand your concern, but we've worked hard to make this world better." "Better?" he scoffed, his eyes flashing with anger. "You call this a better world? We're the fucking mafia!" His voice echoed through the grand hall, silencing the celebratory whispers of the Families. The tension grew palpable, the room feeling suddenly much smaller. "You're going to bring a child into this mess? Have you forgotten the price we've all paid?"