Shelter In The Mafia Novels & Stories

“I’ll take you somewhere better.” “No!” She shook her head immediately. “I can’t go back to the shelter! They’ll find me!” I let out a sigh of frustration. She did have a point though, because the bagmen were merciless, and so were the Mafioso famiglia that they worked for. The only way to protect this girl was to keep her in business, but the right way. “No shelter, but definitely not somewhere you get molested day and night, without getting a cent in return.” I told her. “If you are going to be in the business, you need to learn to make every cent count.”

He softly said, his hand rubbing my back in a soothing way. I shook my head. “Th-that’s not what I meant. I-I know you will keep me safe, but how about you? Who will p-protect you?” I whispered. “I’m more vicious and ruthless than them.” he chuckled. He pulled away and kissed me on my forehead. “and I have a beautiful angel who worries about me. I don’t need protection.” Is it weird that I’m comforted and relieved by the idea that he is more dangerous and cruel than other Mafia criminals? I think I’m taking all this too lightly.

Svetlana Yulia Kozlovsky The specters of my ruin looked less than concerned if even this wreck was going to end in a heart arrest. The Giannini's was your typical shark in grey waters. Territorial, power-hungry, and predators of sharp teeth with a jaw to regenerate a new set every fortnight. To them, Mafia was their family gridiron with acquaintances and consociate on every nook and cranny. They come up strong with cohesive reciprocities pulling them at leverage.

Rumors started going around that they might target on taking over the Southside first That very rumor caused havoc among the people on the southside and they started distrusting each other in fear. Maybe I should leave this city but Mama's house and my coffee shop are here, I made a lot of memories here despite the chaos going on the other side. The funeral is near too so I can't leave just yet. Luckily for me and Lily, we have a close relationship with the bartender who works in a club on the west side. We get news from him since he hears a lot of people gossiping and spreading rumors or truths. It's true that the mafias exist but not on this side.

I trust Alessandro with all that I have, but sometimes, love makes us take reckless actions. Ken might have the best set of skills but that will not stop Harlow. Nothing can stop this man. He is a loose canon, I've seen a whole new side to him. It is terrifying. He is the perfect capo for the mafia family; ruthless, witty, and cold-hearted. My phone rings. It’s a private number. A guard immediately steps in, demanding I pick it up. I hand over the phone to the guard and step into the shower and slam the door shut. I hear some mumbling in the distance which is eventually cut off by the running water.

I'm not gonna survive here much longer. I lay there utterly lost in the waves of terror and loneliness that envelop one at night in a strange house amongst strange people. I lay on the bed, tensed and tight, my toes curled with nervousness, my spine hunched with it, my leg muscles taut. I can't help but to sobbed and whimper in pain, tiredness, and loss of hope to survive in the mafia's den. After a while, I felt my tiredness washing over me and fell asleep. ***

The cold air hits me as I step outside, I take a deep breath trying to calm myself, Bianca’s death, Bella’s threats, the unknown culprit, and the loss of our babies reacting in my mind that it could possibly drive me crazy. I decide to take a walk, people throwing me looks as I walk through the throngs of people in my expensive Italian suit. My eyes move around the area, my eyes landing on a bar not too far away, one of the many establishments I own which people don’t know about. I use buildings like these as the forefront for my mafia business, laundering money for people, taking in girls and boys who are interested in making money for the cartel, hiding weaponry, it was in the middle of th

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

★ HD Italian Clubhouse ~ The HD Italian Clubhouse was a two-story haven for the city's underworld. No ordinary man would be allowed into the clubhouse, because doing so would invite massacre by the top elites in the city. That was the number one rule among the men who ruled HD: "No one who isn't influential in the Mafia world should be let in, and anything that is said in HD stays."

Luna was only 12 then, but she could recall the sorrow that overtook them like it happened the day before. "That's beside the point Luna-" miles started saying, but Luna's hard glare stopped him. "No brother. You're part of the mafia, a dangerous organization." "So is everyone in this club." miles gave her a causal shrug, and laid back a little. Miles raised his voice higher than hers and that seemed to shut her up. "So is everyone here Luna!" He repeated in a calmer tone. "-and the only place you can be safe, is in his mansion. Alexander's mansion."