Reborn Mafia Novels & Stories

Life wasn’t perfect, but it was ours, and I was grateful for every twist and turn that had led us here. I didn’t tell anyone about my death and rebirth, I guess that is my own little secret I’d definitely be taking to my grave. I asked my Mom about my birth dad and when she showed me a picture of him, he was the driver that carried me home on that night I died. It warmed my heart that I still got to encounter him Atleast once. It goes a long way to show that I was very loved by my father, he’s definitely a huge driving force in my second chance at life.

“Nonsense, my son, whom I thought died is alive, and you think I'll shut up about it? And my youngest also got back the empire, I'm over the edge. There will be a party. Tomorrow will be the meeting to initiate Rodrigo, and you're most welcome, my son, Fabio Sango.” He said with a wide smile on his face. “Come here, you.” Father suddenly pulled me into his embrace. I wanted to reject it, but it felt very comforting, so I just gave in. **** “We're about to initiate Rodrigo Sango as the mafia underboss for the Sango empire. Does anyone have an objection?” Father asked, but the whole room was silent.

Chapter 39 ~~~ {"Kitten"} "I-,"Sophia shook her head. “I’m not part of this world. I’m not a sinner," "Oh yes, you are!” He roared and pulled her on his lap, not letting go of her hair. “You were born into this world. Agosti was born into the mafia. Giovanni was born into this world. They both signed up for it," "No. You-you're lying. Mama and Papa worked as-they-papa worked in a bank. He told me so when I was little,"

Where are you? Then she saw a blur of movement up ahead. Hiding behind a thick tree, she watched what was going on. And there, in a small clearing, was Daniel standing and talking with Kael-the rogue leader of the Dark Moon pack. Sophia's stomach was roiling with anxiety at every word that fell. You sure this will work?" Daniel asked, low. "I don't want to hurt Sophia." Kael laughed, the cruel sound running chills down Sophia's spine. "We'll crush the Rivers pack with your help. They'll never see it coming."

Lorenzo and Marco were crushed by debt and sold off to work the docks, paying for their stupidity with back-breaking labor. As for Fiona? Without the Moretti name, she was nothing. Albert dumped her the second the Falcone family started to crumble. I heard she’s a dancer in some third-rate club now, getting pawed at by lowlifes every night. And me? I was just stepping off my private jet after a week-long vacation in Europe. I was stopped on the tarmac. It was Lorenzo and Marco. They were filthy, wearing worn-out work clothes. They were gaunt, all the old arrogance of mafia princes gone.

“I’ve been waiting for you to come back.” But late devotion was worth less than dirt. A man who had already been broken and dirtied by his own choices was no longer something Elena wanted back.

Behind Madam Brown stood a large group of reporters, all pointing their cameras at Evelyn. Then it hit her. Evelyn’s eyes widened. Her heart nearly stopped. She remembered this scene. She could never forget it. She hadn’t died. She had been given another chance. She had been reborn. And not just anywhere. She had returned to the very first night she had spent with Alexander two years ago. Which meant… Last night hadn’t been a dream. It had really happened. Tears immediately filled Evelyn’s eyes. It was unbelievable. She was alive.

"Exactly. He took the money, went underground, and reinvented himself. He reclaimed his heritage, but chose a new name. He started buying muscle. Formed a gang and tried to break into the drug trade." I pick up the tablet, staring at the eighteen-year-old Jonas. This explains why I couldn't find him. Why he doesn't respect the Commission or the codes or the history. He isn't Mafia. He isn't a gangster. He’s a bored, rich sociopath playing a game. "He doesn’t really care about building an empire," I say, the realization settling in my gut like cold lead. "The ports and the drugs are just a distraction. It’s not what motivates him."

"I came back to visit my hometown, but I was ambushed along the way. On top of that, you had always said in your past life that after we got married, we would spend our honeymoon in Costa Solara. That's why I came back." Hearing this, I realized he had been reborn as well. Lucio studied my expression carefully before saying, "Have you been reborn as well? Otherwise, how could you have written Bella's name on the invitation back then?" I didn't answer him directly. Instead, I said coldly, "There is no need to dwell on the past. What's over is over. Take care of your health." As I turned to leave, Lucio called out after me, "What do you mean, 'no need to dwell on it'? After all this time, do y

Are you going to talk or am I going to have to stick a stick up your ass to get you to loosen your tongue? Silence. Boucher is giving it to him big. He is fulfilling his revenge that he swore to me when he was six years old after I killed his parents. Not only has he decorated my house with images of my daughter for all my team to see, he has sent more explicit videos to the most remote mafias in the world: the Bratva, the Cosa Nostra, the triads, the Yakuza, the Mara Salvatrucha , the Trinitarians, the Mala del Brenta, among thousands of gangs, drug traffickers, the seven gangs. There are too many and they have humiliated my daughter, my last name and my organization in the same act.