Reborn Mafia Novels & Stories

The seed money from the drug run would be able to allow him a better life. Or perhaps a takeover event. Either way, I couldn't allow him to live. At least he'd failed in one regard. I'd been put on notice of his betrayal. Every rock I'd turned over, every favor called in had proven futile. If anyone could find him without issue, it would be a member of the Sons of Darkness. I rolled my eyes at the name, uncertain any longer which of the five of us had coined the phrase. We were the five princes of the most powerful mafia families within the United States, men capable of exacting revenge as necessary.

They both take my hands in theirs. “Yes, always and forever. We love you Rebel. We always have and always will. You are our forever, our home. Where you go, we follow.” They both say at the same time, and I cry. They both kiss me and hug me. I place the rings on their fingers. They place mine on me. This is happening. I couldn’t be happier than I am right now. I was born a mafia and biker princess. I was broken, betrayed, and rejected by those I loved. I made mistakes, and I paid for them. I clawed my way back and became a member of the most ruthless band of women known to man. An assassin for the Mother’s Revenge.

” He asked, we looked to him; confused. We havent heard of a “new mafia”? What is this ol fart talking about? “Right, I forgot, they call themselves “The Liberators” they are supposed to be helping law enforcement take us down, and get us behind bars” he explained further “they just showed up and some of my guys have gone missing. They are rounding us up boys, they’ve started with my side as im smaller in size, and lets just say my boys arent as ruthless or as bright as your men.” He says.

“I’m already on it. I sent one of the guys to scan through old cartel and syndicate emblems. It’s not any of them. But…” He flipped another page. “There’s a pattern connected to an old mafia group that was dissolved years ago after a betrayal inside their ranks. Their logo was… a serpent.” Aleo leaned forward. “So what, they’re back?” “Or someone revived them,” Jonathan said. Cal rubbed his forehead. “Christ. This is never-ending.” “It won’t end until we end it,” I said firmly. “We all protect our families. Whatever this is, we’re in it together.”

"They see the Mafia as a dying breed, a dinosaur of a bygone era. They have new weapons, new strategies, new rules. They have technology, a global network of legitimate businesses, a network of power that is a direct, silent, and utterly devastating challenge to our own." Dante, a man who had survived a final, brutal ambush, a man who had survived a lifetime of betrayal and grief, simply looked at her, a profound sense of pride in his eyes. He had known she would be his partner. He had known she would be his equal. He had known she would be his queen. He had given her her freedom, and in doing so, he had given his empire a new life, a new purpose, a new kind of power. "They have new rules,"

Tom grinned a little and said, "This is just basic information." Mona didn't say much because she knew he was being modest. Instead, she read the information very attentively. She suddenly understood why Marlo wanted to help her after reading what Tom had found. He hated the Reuben family with all his heart. Years ago, the Reuben family got their start in the underground, where they lent out a lot of high-interest loans and killed a lot of people. One of them was Marlo’s grandfather. Marlo’s mother had to take on the debt after his grandfather killed himself because of it. Marlo was then born facing the issues of the Reuben Group going down as a result of what his family did. Companies were

The grandfather signalled him to go back, he knew Andretti would do nothing. " Do you boys know who I spoke to last night?", the godfather asked. "Enough with the suspense papo!", Andretti had had enough. "Luca", the godfather answered. The room turned silent, Luca is the Capo of the serpents Mafia gang, he and his grandfather were the original founders of the Mafia gangs in Sicily, they have been rivals for a long time. Luca and his grandfather had never seen eye to eye, for his grandfather to have a sit down conversation with Luca something was really wrong.

] Gabriella stared at him in confusion, ‘Siamo noi il futuro della mafia? Due ragazzi distrutti cresciuti in Inghilterra?’ [We are the future of the Mafia? Two broken kids brought up in England?] ‘Chi meglio del piccolo gatto infernale?» Non siamo indottrinati come la vecchia scuola, possiamo portare una nuova prospettiva come outsider, abbiamo la possibilità di portare la mafia nel ventunesimo secolo e renderla un’organizzazione più equa e non patriarcale. Tutto quello che devi fare è perdonarmi, gatto infernale, per favore, dammi un'altra possibilità, lasciami sistemare le cose tra noi, lasciami amarti nel modo in cui meriti di essere amato.’ [Who better little hell-cat? We are not indoctr

“You wanted to see me?” Louis turned, his expression serious. “Yes. We need to talk.” Liam arched an eyebrow. “This sounds ominous.” “It’s about Daisy,” Louis said, cutting straight to the point. “Her safety isn’t negotiable. And I’m done playing by the rules.” Liam leaned against the desk, crossing his arms. “What are you saying?” Louis exhaled deeply, his gaze steady. “I’m saying I’m going back to the Mafia.” For a moment, silence hung between them. Then, Liam let out a bitter laugh. “You’re joking, right?”

New identities had already been minted across European databases. They were flying across the ocean, toward a small, sun-drenched coastal town in southern Europe. A place where the air tasted of salt, where the sun warmed the stone walls of a private, fortified villa Luca’s family owned, and where nobody knew the name Moretti. Elian remained asleep, his chest rising and falling to the quiet rhythm of the portable machine, completely unaware that he had just died to the world and that his new life was about to begin in the warmth, protected by a fortune just as vast as the one that had broken him.