Taken By The Mafia Novels & Stories

I guess it didn’t matter how his dreams came true, but now he was the most powerful man in the city and could shape this world to be whatever he imagined it to be. “ Speaking of the South side, there’s a war brewing,” the man’s voice almost sounds like he’s singing in. Sirius serves into the right lane with an annoyed look in his eye. “ There is always a war brewing. What’s new?” “ One of the daughters from the arrival mafia was kidnapped,” my breath hitches, and Sirius sucks his teeth as if a young girl is kidnapped every day and this is not news to him. “ Which daughter?” “The Russians took the youngest Daniela of the Italian mob.”

“Did you honestly think that after saving you from your father, after everything I did for you, I’d let you betray me… for a bloody woman?” “I served you for more than fifteen years, you greedy bastard.” I say through gritted teeth. “I did all your dirty work without complaining. And you dared to come after what is mine?” Escobar laughs. “The mafia is a do or die affair, my boy. Once you’re in, there’s no going out. When I found out that you’d left because of that thief’s daughter, I knew I had to do something.” I lean back and stare at him, totally stunned.

My head throbbed, but when I tilted it back against the seat, my eyes caught something above the cockpit door. A small, elegant crest. Black and gold. A lion with a crown. The word Moretti curled underneath it. I sucked in a slow breath through my nose. Well, shit. You’d have to be living under a rock not to know the Moretti name. Even in the shiny, safe part of the world I lived in, you heard the rumors. Drugs. Arms. Blood. Power. Mafia royalty. And now, apparently, my new landlords. I sighed loudly, dragging a hand through my hair. My fingers snagged on tangles and dried sweat. Great. I probably looked like I crawled out of a damn dumpster.

Ivyrose’s POV “A year ago it was all over the news how New York was finally Mafia free. The Mafia Dons and all their goons, along with all corrupt government agents were either all put behind bars or killed in the biggest entrapment in history, thanks to the genius of billionaire Christopher Stanford. He made a program that could hack…”

I already died years ago and today a flicker of hope also disappeared watching Crystal like this. Something wet fell on my cheek and it’s when I noticed the tears. It’s when my heart soared and I fell on my knees realizing what I have lost. Loud sobs racked from the heart of a proud mafia boss, in front of eyes that bowed in his feet. The boss of Italian Mafia was finally taken down. Not by a bullet, but by heartbreak. In that mere moment, when my sobs ranged loud, full of pain, numbing the mind, the voice of my heart overpowered finally making me listen.

“You—you’re the ghost?” “Ace and I are partners,” she said simply. “Please,” he begged. “Let me go. I won’t tell anyone—” “No can do,” I said, placing the gun to his head. “You betrayed your mafia.” I pulled the trigger. Alexia stretched her arms like she’d just woken up from a nap. “Well. The Lebanese mafia is after me, and the Australian mafia is after us. They declared war, didn’t they? Anyway… I wanna watch a movie.”

He breathes heavily, gripping the top of the chair of the study desk until his non visible knuckles turned white with lack of blood supply. "I don't care." He assures himself. He wanted to think of it as a normal investment. It didn't matter if she was young. It was simply an investment. He spent money on her and now she has to work up to her potential. That's how the Mafia works. One doesn't merely hire anyone on the streets, only people with potential or people who have found it through some contacts and after they have been invited and proved to be worthy, they are paid handsomely for their jobs.

It took almost everything I had in me to grit my teeth together and shove Alessandro back. Fucking hell. "You always got everything, cousin," Alessandro hissed at me, still circling me, that blasted knife gleaming in the candlelight. Who the fuck even used candlelight? "All the respect, and the fear of the people in the mafia community. It was so bad that I had to leave, and then you came and took Caterina too."

He looked satisfied by my immediate reaction, he crossed his arms over his chest and let out another sigh. “Five years ago, you were taken by the Italian Mafia.”

I gritted my teeth and mustered all the energy in the world to push Bennett away and thank God I did. "What do you mean by that?" He snapped and grabbed my arm again, a little more harsher and tighter. "I wouldn't disrespect me here Miss Stiles. This is not a place to cuss around. This isn't Seattle neither is this Los Angeles. You walked into my Mafia den and..." "Mafia?" My eyes widened and I blinked. "I thought it was a gang thing...but a Mafia?" I was not stupid neither was I foolish. I knew what the Mafia did. Well, not really did but the books I've read said a lot and they were real. They didn't play cards or run around in circles. They shot, tortured, kill and traffick women and child