Reborn For Escaping From The Mafia Family Novels & Stories

Alfredo Fabri POV You see in this business you're either in or you're out. But the “out” in this case implies that you're no longer alive and far from the earthly realm. Getting into the world of organized crime is no child's play, and by virtue of swearing an OMERTÀ, an oath on the Saints, you're in for life. You never get out, never. But there was only ever one exception our little world had witnessed and that's in the case of Lorenzo Rizzo also known as “The Whisper”.

"I've said it before—our family has nothing to do with you. That was true then, and it's even more true now. Oh, and the moving service cost a hundred bucks. Make sure you pay me back." Her glare could've melted steel. I could feel the pure hatred radiating off her. This was the moment in my past life when everything spiraled. When I refused to let Drick move in, he'd snapped, stabbing me repeatedly with a knife. I didn't survive long enough for the ambulance to arrive. But this time, the script was mine. When Drick grabbed the knife on the table and lunged at me, I sidestepped. The blade sliced into Wanda's arm instead.

And with that, he dragged me out of the cellar, back into the world of the mafia, where loyalty was a luxury I couldn't afford. Bruno pulled me through the compound, past the training rooms and the armory, until we reached a large office. Don Carlo sat behind the desk, his eyes narrowed. "So, Veronica, you think you can defy us?" he sneered. "You think you can escape?" I stood tall, despite my fear. "I'll never be a part of this family," I repeated. Don Carlo laughed. "We'll see about that. Bruno, show her the way." Bruno's grip on my arm tightened, and he pulled me to a large window. Outside, I saw a group of men, bound and gagged. "You see, Veronica," Bruno said, his voice cold, "these men

In my previous life, my mafia husband conspired with his mistress to let me burn alive. I never expected God to give me the chance to live again. This time, I would make the complete opposite choice. I would escape far away and live well. "Mr. Marino said no one from the Moretti family is welcome at his celebratory party." I looked at the burly bodyguard in front of me. His hand rested on the gun holster at his waist, his tone dripping with obvious contempt.

The same love I kept on denying and calling it friendship and pushed him away? Theo looked at him with patient eyes, waiting for me to speak up.. When I didn't, he just held me tighter.. I sighed feeling his warmth.. We'll see what happens next.. But I can't lie to him and hurt him anymore.. "I am reborned.. I know it sounds crazy but it's true.. " I felt him stop breathing for a moment before kissed the back of my head for me to continue.. "I already lived my life and saw my tragic end.. And also saw the people who caused it.. I was too naive to not see through their intentions.. But this time, I won't be this naive.. I'll take revenge from them.. I'll make them pay heavily.. "

“Five years ago, our family was the most feared and popular mafia family that ever existed in the history of American mafias. Though we are half Serbians, we were also feared because of you, Guiliano. At the mention of your name, men fall to their feet. You were a terror to everyone. But one day, you had a misunderstanding with the son of the Irish mafia who took your girl from you. You killed him yourself after severe torture and the Irish mafia family came for your head. First of all, they almost got you killed in an accident, but instead of dying, you lost your memories.” “They never stopped hunting for your head, so I made the decision to leave Russia for Brooklyn, New York. And that was

My stomach clenched as hate rose hot and bitter. Tears pricked as the night replayed in a dozen sharp flashes: rain, boots, blood and Sienna’s laugh slipping like a knife. The chyron at the bottom of the screen read: 20—11—2064. A year ago. The same night they killed me. Dante. I’m back. And I’ll make you watch the world you built burn starting with your child, Sienna.

"The medicine helps. I'm just happy I could stop that little boy from hurting you." He looked at me sideways. "Why did you do it? You could have been hurt worse." His voice was serious. I thought carefully before answering. I couldn't tell him about my rebirth or the old life where I killed him. So I said something true but safe. "Nearly losing someone important made me realize how badly I had been living my life. I used to be so blind. I followed the wrong person and ignored what was right in front of me. I don't want to be that girl anymore."

I slowly lowered my hand, and for the first time since I’d woken up reborn, tears spilled down my cheeks. In my past life, the second my family found out I’d been cast aside by New York’s two most powerful Cosa Nostra dons, Vincent and Nick, they locked me out. Terrified of ruining their cushy life by crossing the two men, they shoved me on a Greyhound bound for a dead-end upstate town, left me there to die, and turned a blind eye when the hitmen came for me.

For the first time, she looked like a child again — scared, exhausted, and lost. Sherephina didn’t hate her. She only felt tired. The enemy network collapsed piece by piece. Each gang turned against the next. Each leader fell into police custody or disappeared. And when the dust settled, the Vale family stood unharmed. With the criminal web dismantled, Grandpa Tomas regained his strength. The house quieted. The staff smiled again. The air felt lighter. But the world was still dangerous, and Grandpa insisted: “You will learn to protect yourself now, Sherephina. No more innocence.”