Sit Down Mafia Novels & Stories

“Look around lady, do you really think anyone will come here to help you? It isn't a crime if there is no record.” My mouth fell open in both shock and fear. Shock because he could say something like that to me and fear because I realized that what he said was true. They looked just like the mafia that I have read so much about and the way they speak about their boss; it was so obvious that they would get away with any crime. I sighed deeply, trying to find a way out of the mess I had gotten myself into. How did I already get in trouble? Why did I so stupidly get into their car without verifying? There must have been a sign that I missed at the airport.

“No one here will spill the beans on your presence. We have rules.” I glanced up at him, my eyebrows raised. “Rules?” He smirked. “Remember how I told you about rule number one when we went shopping? Well, this is rule number two: ‘No snitching’.” “What do you mean?” I asked quietly, taking note of how closely I was walking beside Logan, as though he served as some sort of barrier against the other attendees. “I mean,” he said, casually draping his arm around my shoulders, “everyone here is part of the mafia or some other criminal organization. They don’t give a shit if some billionaire’s daughter is here, and that’s if they even notice you—which they won’t. No offense.”

Scanning the room, I spotted Dexter, barely noticeable in his black attire and face cap. I had wanted to meet at a bar, but Dexter insisted on a coffee shop…less prying eyes from other mafia lords. Mafia lords were mostly found in a bar, not a fucking barbie coffee shop. I sat down across from him, accepting the cup of coffee offered by a blonde waitress. “How secure is this place?” I asked, feeling a little bit uncomfortable. Dexter grinned, his smile unnerving. “Half the people here aren’t regular customers. They’re armed to the teeth,” he said, sipping his coffee.

”Sit Down” He repeated making me comply with the order immediately. Sitting down I looked around to witness the sweet stares, it was a totally new environment I was witnessing. Happy faces, naughty gazes, silent smiles and then delighted faces. The Mafia's I had listened about in stories and talks were now a distant scene and story. The people sitting with me were new and different.

“I’m going to see Rachel this afternoon. However, now we have some things to advertise. There’s been a lot of stalled work since Rafael Wagner died.” Lucas massaged his forehead. Rafael Wagner is the leader of one of the largest mafia networks in the world. Rafael’s underground network grips tightly to the ground, powerful without anyone knowing its strength. The ElWagner clan is the center of all underground networks. Ranging from small-scale mafia to international cross-country mafia, they must know ElWagner’s strength even though they have never seen him in person.

There were already three men seated waiting for us, the whole floor was booked for today as there were only people from mafia dining, every person there were armed. I could see the staff working there was scared because anytime anyone sitting there could decide to fire and this place will be a pool of blood. I took a seat next to my father uninterested in the business he was here for. Drinks were served with starters and I studied the whole place, I noticed that there were people from other mafia gangs too and then for a second I thought that can he be here too?

Some mafia members hailed James by standing up from their seats. As usual, he would occupy the dining table in the middle of the room, after which all members would sit back down. A few maids then came in and served their decent lunch for the dozens of elite members who had arrived while other lower-level members would eat outside. It is because of the limited space in the house.

Seated around it were the heads of the four mafia families in Rome. Bianchi, his ever-present right-hand man looming behind him. Vincenzo, flanked by two towering enforcers. DeLuca, the infamous one-man warrior. Carveli, draped in a heavy fur coat, his bulldogs resting at his feet, drool pooling beneath their jowls. Jaxon pulled out a chair and sat, completing the circle. “Apologies for the delay.” His voice was steady, his expression straight. Carveli smirked, a cigar clamped between his teeth. “We’ve been having fun without you.” He gestured to the poker game. “You in?”

Damian noticed her confused face. "What happened?..." He asked while other men were busy in discussions... "Why are all the girls sitting on men's lap ?" She asked looking at him, her face was near his cheek, her lips inches away from touching them... Damian looked at her and realised she definitely had no idea how men treat women in mafia... "Because they own them..." He said rubbing his rough thumb on her thigh, feeling her soft skin making her shiver in his hold... "Own them ? Are they slaves ?..."

“Ohh, you think you can demand from us? Do you not realize where you are? You are sitting in one of the largest mafia Offices there is.” “I completely know where I am sitting, but I must demand that my safety is insured before I start talking. If you wanna know how I got in here and you want to know what I am doing here, you will put the gun down, step back and sit down and listen to what I have to say.”