Sit Down Mafia Novels & Stories

I pushed her to the brink. “Boss, you good with that?” Deron asks, snapping my focus back to the present. I look around the dark SUV as my inner circle, Deron, Stephon, Kris, and Max, are preparing to help orchestrate a raid on a meatpacking plant. It’s one of many business fronts for the Scarfo mafia. This one, in particular, is run by Vinnie and his crew. It took a little digging, but Max managed to track the bastard down with ease.

Chapter 14. Author’s Pov. Amelia settled into the chair staring at the play in front of her. “Everyone seated here are mafia men from our clan. You are the only Non mafia.” Megan leaned in and whispered in her ear. “Oh! She batted softly. She was quite perplexed at first! Of course, she knew that all mafia especially ones with high ranking do not associate with everyone. This explains why he is here then. “Does he do this often?”

I clenched my palm hard, again and again, trying to confirm whether this was a dream, but pain shot through my hand. Suppressing the cold sweat rising along my spine, I slowly lifted my head. I was seated at one end of a long dining table. Across from me sat two men—the heirs of the most powerful mafia family in Chicago. On the left was Caspian Falcone, the mafia family’s underboss. Twenty-eight years old, he was dressed in a black suit, with a prominent scar cutting across his temple. His gaze was as cold as a glacier, and rumors said the number of people he had personally executed was beyond counting.

Is he seriously getting mad at me because I refused to tell him how my day was? "I'm A-fucking okay. Satisfied?" "Forget it" he storms out making me wonder what's gotten into him. As if that isn't enough when it's time for dinner, I go down thinking I need to know everyone who lives here so when I see a strange face, I'd be prepared. But when I get there, I find that all the seats are occupied. The dining table is one of those long rectangular tables that can host around twenty people. And these assholes have occupied all the seats except one. Beside De Luca, on his right side. We're all in the fucking mafia and we know that right-sided seats are reserved for the wife or girlfriend or import

"I think you both need to sit down for this." They both walked over to the small seating area near the window. Stefan and Mia sat on the couch while Mose took the chair across from them, moving carefully but with determination. "I think it's the Santiagos." The name hit the room like a physical blow. Mia's eyes went wide, and Stefan's jaw tightened. "What?" Mia whispered. Mose nodded grimly. "The Santiago family." "The biggest Mafia family in Italy?" Mia asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "The family that everyone fears?" Another nod.

I was sitting on his lap, which was obviously the cause of his pouting, wanting me to sit on his lap, while Luca was stating something while reading a pile of papers. "Explain the situation," Damien said, as he held my waist, whilst looking at Luca. Luca flipped the papers he was holding, before he said, "Hyena. A top tier mafia clan that has been our long rival. Ruled by the infamous Eric, this mafia clan has been causing a bit of trouble for the past few years. However, that trouble wasn't directed to us. Rather, they were even cautious about even making a move towards us. But for some reason.. After years, they finally made a move. "

"Next, we talk about the sit-down tonight. Who'll be there. What they want. And what you're going to say…" We spent the afternoon preparing. The sit-down would be at a neutral nightclub owned by a retired Don, a man who owed Dante favors that went back decades. Marco Castellano would be there. Sophia would be there. Enzo had been invited—he wouldn't show, but his presence would be felt in every whisper and side glance. I learned the names of the key players. Their grudges. Their vices. Dante laid out the board, and for the first time, I saw the vast, intricate machinery of power that kept this city in balance.

My men pulled him up by his shirt and made him sit back on the stool with his face leaking everywhere. “This isn't some local street gang you are fucking with. This is the mafia and we do not fuck around, you understand me? The next time I see one of you in my neighborhood, on my street and you dare touch one of my businesses, I will kill you on the spot.” My voice raised with every new word until I was all up in one of their faces.

Their hearts were truly warmed when they saw their future partners again in their normal state, much better than during the battle with the Blood mafia. Cylo and Ivo also looked at Jeff and Law. They were a little awkward and embarrassed to have to meet these lecherous mafia members. But they had no choice. They had been rescued at this headquarters, so they had to do whatever these two dominants wanted. At least for this time. “Please sit down,” said Jeff casually. Cylo and Ivo finally sat down in the provided chairs. They sat facing Jeff and Law. Only a table separated them. And there were two jerseys with Jeff and Law's names on the table. Had these two dominants just been exercising?

The ride was in utter silence, neither Liam said a word during the ride nor Ralph. It took them around an hour to reach the destination of the commission meeting. The three mafia heads had already arrived when Liam reached there and took his seat, his brother stood behind him, eyeing the other three mafia heads, Joel West, Kanye Brown and Cody Nixon with a hint of doubt. Ralph Knight believes in the saying of 'precautions is better than cure.' "Congratulations on your marriage to Ethan's daughter, Mr Knight," Kanye Brown said, Liam understood him. He might be the boss of a crime family but he was a businessman who didn't believe in spreading blood unless he needed to show power for his hid