Port Mafia Novels & Stories

“No. That’s my title. It’s kind of like the boss of the pack. My wolf’s name is Lupo.” “But you’re in the mafia?” she asked. I could tell she was confused. “Yes,” I said. “All big packs have a way to make money. Some of the packs in the northwest are into lumber and logging. The southwest mostly has land management. A pack in Michigan is import export. My pack just happens to deal in financial transactions. Well, mostly anyway.” Hope listened and the panicked look on her face was slowly going away. I hesitated to tell her more, but it would be better if I got it all out.

I started eating immediately while moaning at the heavenly taste that filled my mouth. "Whoa slow down there tiger." Sofia says with a small laugh. "I haven't ate properly for days, so don't mock me." She chuckled while digging into her food also. "Is it true what that guy said? That he runs the most powerful mafia in whole of America?" I suddenly asked and Sofia glanced at me . "Yeah its true, but not that powerful powerful, the Royal mafia is the most powerful of all, my brother just happened to own the one that has the government under his control and the cops and army under his command." She explained and I choked on my food.

~Emilia’s Point of View~ “Well are you,” I asked again, grabbing a pillow and clutching it to my chest. His eyes darted all over the place. Was he … mafia? Oh no. Ohh … no. My eyes flicked to his tattoos. I watched enough TV to know I was in deep shit. “If she were a male, yes,” he said, matter of fact. A sudden surge of anger flooded through me, but not at my mate. Natalie had to know this would happen, you don’t just fuck over people for that kind of money and expect them to let it go. Then, a light bulb went off in my head.

There were seven girls for them to select from, and Samantha swallowed hard as the first old man approached her. He even touched her face, and instinctively, Samantha closed her eyes as he leaned in to smell her neck, causing her knees to weaken. Samantha wanted to curse him for his actions, but fear still held her back. "Mr. Chaves, you know the deal, payment first before anything like that," said a man named Ace. He was also the boss, but someone higher up was orchestrating all these illegal activities. "Haha... I know, it's just that she looks so beautiful and fresh, but I'll look at others first," said the old man, walking away and stopping next to Gwen.

I said a quick prayer before my father opened the door and pulled me in behind him. Giovanni Armani, Emilio's father sat in my father's chair. The Armani family was the mafia. They were the umbrella, and the families under the umbrella did their bidding. My family was also under the umbrella. I trembled as I stood next to my father. "Mr Rizzo," Giovanni nodded. "Giovanni," papà stepped forward to shake his hand. "I wish we were meeting under happpier circumstances. I am very sorry for your loss. "

"It's why I came here from Singapore. We tried to use our money, our power, everything. But the man who got my father in this situation is very powerful. Only thing I know about him is that he's connected to the infamous mafia gang, Wolf rain." In an instant, Maryam's ears rang as soon as she heard the name of the gang. She remembered the man that had come to save her from Ivan and guessed that Damian was probably talking about them. "I've heard Abdullah Saleh has good ties with them. He can easily talk them into taking the case back and resolving this matter through mutual discussions." He smiled at the end, trying to sound persuasive which reminded her of David when he tried to convince he

My eyes stayed glued to him, waiting for the explosion, the explanation—anything. He hadn't retorted. He hadn't pushed back against his father’s blatant threat to send me back to the Vorthas estate. Why? No, wait. I squeezed my eyes shut for a second, forcing my racing thoughts into some semblance of order. Why was I even considering it an option for him to fight back? Of course he couldn't openly defy Marino. Marino Vitale was still the Alpha of the pack, the undisputed Pakhan of the mafia. Damon might be the brilliant CEO, the Chairman of Beaufort, and the heir to the criminal empire, but in the hierarchy of wolves and mobsters, he was still a prince standing before a king.

The room was an elegant shade of off-white, and expensive, well-made furniture loitered it. This was the office of Chiara’s father, Lorenzo, its elegant appearance a contrast to the casual feel of the restaurant just outside it. Lorenzo’s eyes scanned through the screen of his IMac, the beads of sweat that ran down his face a sign of his ill luck. What Lorenzo’s eyes were fixed on were the financial records of his restaurant and though it had been doing well, he was twenty thousand dollars lacking in the money they were meant to make.

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

I pressed my fingertips against my temples, trying to breathe through the overwhelming rush of thoughts. James was on the phone again, his voice sharp. “No one outside of my authority is to have knowledge of Mr. Liam’s condition. Do you understand?” I glanced at him, confused. As if sensing my stare, James turned to me and sighed. “Mr. Liam is the most powerful Mafia boss in Europe,” he explained. “If word gets out that he’s unconscious, the hospital will turn into a war zone before sunrise.” I felt a shiver run down my spine. I hadn’t even thought of that.