Port Mafia Novels & Stories

Sophia tried not to shudder at her own indifference. Maya let go of Sophia's shoulder and whisper-yelled. “Are you out of your mind, Soph? You're getting yourself involved with people from the mafia," Sophia froze, and Maya continued. "Mafia as in, M-A-F-I-A. Those are the type of people you're getting yourself involved in," She didn't know what exactly the meaning of a mafia was, but she knew it was a dangerous organization. They sold illegal drugs and all sorts of weapons. Some were even engaged in human trafficking and rape, if not worse.

Third Person Pov: Thomas Allen is one of the most ruthless leaders in the mafia gang Hayden Wren heads. Its known as 'Python'. Recently, there's been a fued between the two, hence; Thomas moved to Dubai. The members of the gang thought things would dissolve over time... but it didn't. Communication seized between the two for the past two years. Now, Thomas is back to set things right.

“That’s excellent. You’re the best, purple. However, we should get going to introduce him as soon as possible—“ “Milord, it’s bad of me to interrupt your talk. My friend is an ex-mafia member of Moarte. They are also brutal, especially their grandfather—Lorenzo Walsh Russo, who is already turning eighty in December. He is threatening his mother’s life because she doesn’t want to continue his mafia. I feel like Connor got her soft heart in violence,” Francisco retorted. Lincoln stays silent and gradually absorbing all the details available for now. That’s the one bothering his inner peace; Moarte (death) mafia is a Silician race member.

Mew asked pouting and Gulf laughs at his cuteness. "Oh my, Shion! If your enemy saw you like this, haha! The ever cold, feared Mafia Don is pouting cutely because he is jealous of a teddy bear- "I dare them to say something and I will put a bullet between their eyes without blinking," Mew cuts Gulf's words. Gulf giggled nodding his head teasingly. "Sure, sure, Mr.Mafia Don," Gulf teased. ---------- Monday came and it's time to meet the shareholders. Mew told Gulf that there's nothing to worry about.

Fuck. Papa had wronged the Russian Mafia, better known as the Bratva. Everyone knew they owned Moscow and even the whole of Russia. They had ties to law enforcement, the government, the entertainment industry…everything. "I told you to get in!" The man shouted, making me jump in fear. I was sweating everywhere and my hands were shaking uncontrollably. I didn't wait to be told a third time. The man was getting ready to kill Viktor. He stepped aside to let me in and slammed the door behind me.

I place it on the board in front of me, scanning every face that is present. ‘Ndragheta. Camorra. Sacra Corona Unita. Serbian Mafia. Turkish Mafia. Cártel de Guadalajara. Yamaguchi-Gumi. Sun Yee On. The Yakuza. The Bratva. The Knights of the Road. Even the Nigerian Syndicates. And the Old Guard. The oldest mafia family, consisting of the three main ones. The Italian, the Russian and the Chinese. Together, they oversee the foundational power structures of the empire. They collectively control historical power and legacy. Government. Military and enforcement. Cultural and ritual incidents. Maintaining and disrupting transitions of power.

The only way Della would take over is if she married another Mafia's son, there were so many options, he had thought about it for a while now. There was Alfredo Molinero the son of the biggest mafia bosses in Mexico. There was Lucio Bongiorni from Italian Mafia, also Kay Schürmann from German Mafia, as well as Hoashi Kakichi from the Japanese Mafia, also Oskar Borgström from the Swedish Mafia, also Féng Shen from the Chinese mafia. He had been Enemies with the Chinese for a while now so that would be so good but an alliance was good. Feng was just a hot headed faggot, he wouldn't let his daughter marry that English none speaking idiot. Nicholas Passos of the Portuguese mafia. Nikita Shatov o

“Even before the birth of Master Reign, his father and his grandfather and his great grandfather and his…” “I get it.” I say quickly, fearing he might go on and on, if I let him. The man was a like young puppy. “So, the Rafe Mafia go way back many decades.” “Yes, ma’am. The Rafe Mafia is one of the most feared and respected cartels in Italy. We have ties all around the world.” That word ‘respected’ often translates to the most ‘hated’ in the mafia life. “So, the shipping company is just a ‘legal’ front for their shady business.” I conclude