The Don Mafia Novels & Stories

A text from Marco Torrino that I was expecting popped up. “Change of location, we meet at my turf” The venue was thick with cigarette smoke and tension. Six men sat around a scarred wooden table, their faces grim. These were Dons from other mafias Marco had been working with. How did he get a hold of them much faster? "We have a problem," Marco said without preamble. "What kind of problem?" "The Commission met yesterday. They've officially recognized Vin Lombardo as the new Don." My glass slipped from my hand, shattering on the concrete floor. "What?"

“But what does my father or the past have to do with that?” “Your father is a Mafia boss,” he said, his eyes locking onto mine. “Your pack is a Mafia gang, and your father is the head of it all. He’s committed countless crimes, shed innocent blood. That’s why you’re here.” “I'm Russell Dwayne, and I'm also in the Mafia, infact these are my men", he said.

It was winter in the year 2000. A new café had opened in Palo, Sociles. The owner was a disfigured woman who was always wearing a half-veil, and she made very good coffee. No one knew that she was the all-powerful Donna of a mafia family. Another figure was the homeless man who would quietly sit at a corner outside the café every evening to watch her make coffee. No one knew that he was the once-renowned Don of the Lucas family. The man who had once ruled over everything had lost it all in the end.

“Don’t mistake sparks for surrender. I didn’t choose this.” “Neither did I.” He leaned in with a low voice. “But here we are, bound by blood and money. Might as well enjoy the fireworks.” “I would rather set your expensive car ablaze.” He chuckled. “Then I’ll make sure the wine is vintage and the flames are beautiful.” This asshole won't back down. Let's see, Mr. Mafia Lord, Don, or whatever. Alessandro Montrego, the infamous Mafia Don from Italy, with cheekbones sharp enough to slice through my last nerve. Not sure how many people he killed in a day, but I’m sure he’s not a nice guy. Well, all criminals don't deserve the word ‘nice.’

“After today, arabella will be my fiancee. If you don’t go along with my wishes in the future, don’t blame me for abusing her.” John sent him a look of warning with a side-eye. “You wouldn’t dare.” As the two continued to tease each other, Mr. Galvez came over anxiously. Calvin noticed and asked, “Dad, what’s wrong?” Zach Galvez couldn’t keep himself calm as he said, “The German and American companies that are collaborating with us in this new project have pulled the money. A restaurant under the Galvez Group’s name has caused a death and the manager has been taken away by the police.”

A mafia Don? There’s only one Don in the whole of Maython City. He is called Salvador Silver—is this him? I let out a bitter cry and the devil looks at me again. “My son would never do that! You must have gotten the wrong person. My son would never rob a house… he wouldn’t—” Mrs. Mayer cries out. The Don is tipped to the edge by her yelling. His jaw jacks as he raises his hand in the air and slams a punch into Thomas, Lucas’s elder brother, who is also on his knees.

He says as if it were important information. “Oh, so you have two names. That is why they call you Don. Why didn’t you just say that in the first place?” I say. “Either you are stupid or you never heard about the Italian Mafia,” Don says. “Holy shit! You watch too many movies. The Italian mafia does not exist anymore. I think they died out when bootlegging stopped. This is Los Angeles. You are making a movie, and I just spoiled your whole scene by tackling you. I’m so sorry. I promise I will get out of the way so that you can finish your movie. Are you planning on staying much longer? I’m asking because I am starting my new job tomorrow at eight. I do not want to be late, and I do not want

she said inviting me. "Oh thank you Steph!, I was beginning to go out of my mind" I said, thanking her. Thank God I won't be in this boring as hell place tonight. Steph let out a light chuckle"its nothing, you know I got you right?, now and always" "I know, thanks Steph" I said smiling into the phone The Don was the head of their Mafia " The outlaws" he always held parties every evening in one of his clubs, on special occasions he hosted one in Exclusive also owned by him.

Author’s Pov:- 24 hours back, San Francisco. “I'm extremely happy for your help, Nikolai,” The American mob boss said with a beaming face. He had been requesting the Russian don a hand in tackling the Irish mafia for months. There has been a conflict happening between these two mafia groups for a decade. “Christopher, I only accepted your request because of the help you offered in the past… in Boris’s case,” Nikolai said, Everyone sitting around the oval-shaped conference table was watching Nikolai with respect and a hint of fear in their eyes. Nikolai is one of the most feared and respected dons in the underworld mafia. He’s known to keep his promises and also the bloodshed he creates if so

I'm freaking tired Right now, I couldn't meet with my client, and I also couldn't meet with sale. Don Steven kept wondering if he could enlist the assistance of his brother. He can't do it alone. His twin brother owns a number of successful businesses, which means he'll be able to assist Steven when sales are low. Don Steven intended to seek assistance, but the only person he knew was also a mafia, and not just any mafia, but a notorious drug dealer. All of the forces are already familiar with him. Steven is terrified of meeting someone so powerful, and he fears he will be betrayed one day.