Sit Down Mafia Novels & Stories

They had their whole lives ahead of them and now, they had to face the issues in the mafia. Slowly, they walked into the mansion and directly into a small meeting room. Without rest, Roman had declared a meeting as they didn't have enough time. As soon as they got into the meeting room, Jamie was standing by Roman's right hand while Lucas stood by his left. "Sit!" Roman ordered with a stern look. Swiftly, everyone in the meeting room sat down with tensed looks in their eyes. The mafia wasn't in the right place and they needed to do things urgently.

Tonight was no exception. I sat stiffly at the end of the long table knowing fully well I was boxed in by some of the most dangerous men in Europe. They laughed and drank with their table knives slicing into rare steaks like gods feasting on Olympus. At the head of it all sat Nikolai Vadim. His incredibly expensive Rolex winked at me every time he raised his glass. It didn't take long for me to notice he was more focused on me than anyone else. “You’ve been quiet all night, Raven,” Nikolai said as he swirled the dark liquor in his glass. His voice was calm but I caught the edge in it. Like he was testing me. “Does our company bore you?”

Dangerous men. The tension was thick—violence barely restrained. Jasmine felt the energy shift. Felt the weight of eyes on her. Felt the dominance in the air. But none of it compared to the presence of him. Jerald DeLuca. Pure Sicilian mafia royalty. He sat at the head of the table, his very posture exuding power. He wasn’t just a man—he was a force.

I said, my voice dangerously calm, "your presence here is an insult. And who are you to question my right? By our own rules, you are as unfit as anyone you might accuse. Your family's alliances are fluid, your reach is limited." Vlad chuckled, a dry, grating sound. "Ah, but that is where you are mistaken, Sokolov. I have secured an alliance that not even your ruthlessness can counter. An alliance that brings true power, true legacy, back to the Tenevaya Bratva." He paused, letting his words hang in the air, allowing the tension to coil tighter. "My family will soon be tied to a once powerful mafia family in Italy." A murmur swept through the room. The elders exchanged glances, their impassiv

Charity demanded once Milet removed her hand. Milet glared at her, exasperated. “Charity! Of all the people in this club, you had to bump into him?” “What’s so special about that guy?” Charity asked, frowning as she rubbed her temple. Milet dragged her to a quieter corner outside the club. “Listen to me: if you ever see that man again, avoid him at all costs. He’s part of the Mafia. He’s involved in all sorts of illegal activities. He’s dangerous, Charity—a monster! You’re lucky you didn’t provoke him.”

I switched places with one of the maids and took the tray of wine and glasses and headed to the dining table. Mrs Adams was sitting at the end of the table , on the right side was a man and a woman probably in their early fifties,dressed expensively ,smiling and chatting . I immediately assume that they are Stephanie’s parents . While on the left side of the table ,our favorite couple -fucking Cain Adams and pretty Stephanie. I swallow my emotions clenching the tray as I walked forward and placed it on the table . I could feel Cain’s eyes on me but I totally ignored it. I won’t give him the satisfaction of thinking he’s affecting me in any way.

“You can say it.” “Yes, that,” A chill went through my spine. “And what does it stand for again?” I had never heard of them before. “Mafia Intelligence and Security Agency, it’s quite the name, isn’t it?” “Yes,” I swallowed my throat. The reality of the situation was starting to sink in, and it wasn’t looking good. From all the organizations it could’ve been, it had to be one specifically built to, what I assume, take down the Mafia. "I came to visit because I want to know what I’m getting into," I lied, giving her the saddest look I possibly could. I could see Jessica’s hesitation kicking in.

Instead, he decided to play along, using this unexpected opportunity to gather valuable information and potentially uncover the identity of the informant who had been leaking crucial details to the police. Taking a seat at the long wooden table, Alexander observed the uneasy glances exchanged between the mafia leaders. They were all aware of the risks they faced, yet the allure of power and control had brought them together, even in this remote location. With a subtle nod from Alfredo, the meeting began.

They have every reason to keep showing up in my space, begging to be wiped out of existence. A bunch of effing apes. They’re just so goddamn annoying, doing everything possible to get my attention. Chad flinches at my sudden outburst and turns to me. "The Lord of the Night? Isn’t that supposed to be a powerful mafia group that controls half of New York?" "Mafia, yes, but I’ll have to disagree on the rest," I grumble under my breath, sparing him a glance. "And you’re not allowed to say their name," I add, feeling more irritated by the minute.

I drawled, squinting my eyes, " You aren't even a part of the Sizzler mafia community. Why on earth will Aunt Maggie allow you to be present where something crucial is being discussed? Why would she even trust you after you supported Maya and Dashiell? Isn't the whole point of her betrayal to get back at Dashiell for going against her? If you were even present during their discussion, Damian would never let you out of his sight-" Micheal cut me off, "I'm telling the truth!" he screamed, holding his head. "I was surprised when Mom called me into the study and even more surprised when I saw Damian. I own bars around the world, why would I want to join the Mafia when I see an influential, non-v