The Don Mafia Novels & Stories

A beautiful combination of chaos and beauty. But I'd intentionally hurt her because of my selfish pursuit to renounce what I had always known— what I didn't want to acknowledge or give a name to because I was Luca Moretti, Mafia Don of a Spanish Mafia Empire. I was ruthless, feared, I was black inside and I didn't do relationship. I use women for my own pleasure and toss them the moment I get fed up. I didn't do love. I was incapable of it. Ever since my father fell into a slump after the death of my mother. I'd vowed not to be like him, to have no weakness and certainly not one as a love interest but then she appeared into my life.

I shut the door right in his face. Through the rain-blurred glass, I saw Dominic still kneeling on the wooden deck outside. He kneeled in the storm all night. The next morning, he was gone. I heard later that Dominic went back to the worst, most run-down streets of Brooklyn. He worked the dirtiest manual jobs there, telling anyone who would listen that he wronged a woman and could never pay off his debt to her for the rest of his life. Nobody knew what he was talking about. All people saw was a guy who used to be a Mafia Don, now talking to himself like a crazy person and digging through the trash for food.

The security guards had told me he had been standing there for six hours. His massive shoulders were completely buried under a heavy white layer of snow, his skin was gray, and his lips were deeply blue from the biting cold. He was shivering violently. Looking at him, I could hardly believe that this man was the same Mafia Don who had once brought a bloody storm crashing down across Italy. I saw no trace of the terrifying majesty that once made seasoned mafia capos drop to their knees in absolute terror. He looked completely shattered. I walked slowly over to him, the fresh snow crunching rhythmically under my winter boots.

“Do you know what he is into?” Maria asked, I nodded no. It hasn't been up to a day since Cassian came to my rescue, that wasn't enough time to know everything about him. “So you really do not know anything about him” “What about him? Maria” “Mr. Cassian is one of the youngest brutal Dons in the Mafia colony, he often attended some of the parties that were held for some of the cartel leaders” Maria said. I let out a little laughter. There was no way Cassian could hurt a person. Maria's suggestion that he is involved in the Mafia means that Cassian must have killed so many people to get the title Don.

“Bye, Wifey.” He dragged the word out because he knew it annoyed her. She stood at the entrance of Rowan Justice Group, the law firm where she worked. Her face fell into a deep frown. She accepted public attention when it came from her job. She loved her wins. She loved the praise. She loved the fear she put in white collar criminals. But she wanted nothing to do with the attention that followed Dante Moretti around. Her colleague Bruno almost tripped over his own feet when he saw Dante’s car pull out. “Tell me that is not the Dante Moretti. The one with all the strange whispers. The mafia root guy? You actually married him?”

That was the dangerous thing about getting involved with the Mafia, there was no forgiveness and death was always the reward of a betrayal. "Get rid of his body, Matt." The Don said to the other man and he nodded. The Don just went back to eating his food after killing that man as if nothing had happened. "Won't you eat your food?" He asked and I looked up. I couldn't eat, I had lost my appetite. "I'm full," I lied. He laughed," Is it because of what just happened?" He asked and I could feel the mockery in his voice. " You better get used to it because you will see even more." He added gazing at me.

Alora's POV Luciano—my big brother—always told me to stay out of trouble. My whole life, I had been shielded from dangerous situations. And now, I just managed to drive myself into the most dangerous one of all. "You’re in the Mafia now, Alora." My breath caught in my throat. "Mafia?" I blinked, struggling to process his words. "You’re telling me that Gianni… you’re all… in the Mafia?" Dante sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Yes.I am Dante Bellini, Don of the Italian Mafia."

Marco tried turning down the ruckus that had long been escalated in the board room. I sat next to the head of the table, Don's seat at the head was left vacant seeing that he was absent. The Mafia held with priority the hierarchy of the brethren, no one knew the whereabouts of the Don and although the odds pointed at the fact that he'd been killed by an unidentified entity, we couldn't take rash conclusions, we gave credence to the slimmer chances of him being alive rather than make brash assumptions. “And what does Lil Joe have to do with any of this” Randolph, one of the few Soldiers in the room spewed.

But all she saw was the reflection of her own fear, amplified in the mirror of my own torment. I cleared my throat, forcing myself to compose myself, my voice hardening into the icy tone of a true mafia man. "I'm the Don of this Mafia. You're in a mafia home. When I'm in Los Angeles, Marco takes care of things here. I don't like to be too involved in the mafia, that's why I decided to open up my different businesses - The Enterprise, the club, the casino, and others. I only come back here when the issue is immense. Like right now. A man named Dmitri, a rival from the Russian mafia, wants to bring the Italian mafia down. He’s already started with the company, but he’s coming for us, for the f

“I grieve in my own way.” “Right,” I muttered. “And calling the Table of Dons behind my back—that’s your own version of grief?” His smirk didn’t falter. “You left a lot of things open to question when you married an outsider. The table had the right to be informed.” “You dared to summon the Table of Dons against me,” I said, stepping closer. “How the hell did you even manage that?” The Table of Dons. A centuries-old institution made up of the heads of Italy’s major mafia families. A council formed to maintain order, to call into account any Don who went against the old codes, who threatened the equilibrium.