Red Mafia Book Novels & Stories

I asked, my heart racing already. Francesco finally opened his mouth. “The Black Book contains all the past histories of the Mafia families in New York and some other parts of the world.” I wanted to laugh as I found nothing risky in the statement he just made. “Then, how is that a problem?” “Really, Damsel?” He let out a sigh. “Looks like you don't know what is at stake here. It can affect us both. And in a big way. Trust me when I say that.” He pressed his words.

"Do you mind talking about this in the library, kuya?" He nodded. He kissed dad's cheek as well before leading the way. I traced the edges of the antique shelves as my brother sits by the giant window. "What is it?" He asked. I turned to him and smiled. "The mafia already have a temporary hold on the Alonso's," I said then expertly took the compilation of files I have gathered disguised as a book. I laid the book in from of him then gestured him to read it. I smiled as soon as I saw his eyes grow wide.

I couldn't take the suffocation I felt. My father didn't stop me. He simply sighed as I made my way past him and into the family room. I wanted to laugh at the irony. I sat on the couch and stared at the piano. I wanted to play but I knew the moment I touched that piano I would break down. I had no room for emotion in my life right now. I was going to be the biggest Mafia Don this world had ever seen. Mafia Dons have no room for emotions or family. My father taught me that early on. “Good Evening Master, Neko is making Dinner. Would you like me to play you a song?” Ayla questioned as she spotted me staring at the Grand Piano.

Jolting her hands away, he bit back, “He’s all yours. It’s because of your stubborn, tainted blood that he has turned out to be the exact opposite of me." “How can you say that about your own blood?” Ma’s brows pressed in disappointment. “I knew you were cruel, but never enough to kill your son.” “What does he know about family, Ma?” Pietro gritted. “He killed his own brothers to become Capo.” Snorting, he went on, “He also wanted to make ‘brother-murdering-brother’ a tradition.” “What?” Ma’s eyes rounded in horror. Knowing the person our father was, she had raised us to stand up for each other, all three of us, no matter what the conflict.

That wasn't comforting. “And if she isn't?” “We will kill each and every one of them. Vincenzo is ruthless, but he is not stupid. I am sure he wouldn't want to start a war with you”, Ben said, no matter how comforting his words were. These people were Mafia lords, they feared no one, not even the law itself. My eyes drifted off to the CCTV footage, “Cara is leaving, let's follow her” I said, standing up. Usually, I wouldn't be present to catch her myself, but I was anxious about Taylor, any sort of distraction just not to worry was highly welcome.

Axel swiftly steps aside, avoiding the flying glass. My temper has been out of control lately. But who can blame me? Antonio was one of my best men, and I found out too late that he was stealing from me. Besides the men I've already tortured and killed for information, I don't know who else could have been working with him besides the Russians. Any of my men could be traitors, and I fucking hate traitors. Nobody steals from me. NOBODY! My blood is boiling, threatening to explode. Killing him wasn't enough. Once you join the mafia, your family automatically becomes collateral. He took from me, and I'm going to take everything from him even if he's already rotting away in hell.

I ask him, he had every single book around here, all genres and all kinds. "I like mafia books, want to read this one?" he ask picking one for the two of us, I nodded, taking the book from him, it's called "Monster in his eyes". "Let's begin my little mafia," I say with a smile, I took a seat o the sofa, allowing him to sit next to me, he had his legs laying over my lap, while I read the story about the mafia, about how the boss fell in love with the girl. "The Vitale are asses!" Eliot says, making me roll my eyes, sure, I love a mafia story, but reading about humans who are such a badass as Eliot put it, only made me feel pissed.

I poured myself a glass of water and drank it in one go. Nikolai “The Devil” Costello, El Padrino. I shook my head, nope, not going to believe it unless I talk to him myself. I made my way out of the kitchen and went straight to the library. Since I had nothing to do, I settled on reading a book. I surveyed the huge library and finally found a book that seemed interesting enough to read. “Mafia and Mafiosi by Henner Hess” With a book in my hand, I walked back to Nikolai's seat to read but halted in my steps as I saw him already sitting on it.

Cara gladly took the bottle of beer for herself. I was momentarily dumbfounded since I didn’t exactly expect that. I admit that I find them strange from time to time. I didn’t expect a mafia to act this way- not like I’ve seen a lot of them. There was one. Maxwell Reed and his men- the man who made my life took a complete 180 turn.

The Midnight Mafioso Hello lovelies. I am sure you met Dmitri Valastro, Rodion’s brother. Some of you might be aware that book 2 of this series is about him. Book 2 is called The Midnight Mafioso. It is all about Dmitri’s story and is only available through a Ream subscription. Follow me on I*******m to learn how to access Ream • THE MIDNIGHT MAFIOSO • What happens when you lie that a random stranger is your husband and you two have a son?