The Mafia Heir Novels & Stories

I say in warning, but Maisie practically blushes hard. “I promise. He's just going to get the soft packages only.” There's a hidden meaning to her words, but before I can ask her what she means, Maisie blurts. “I can't believe you're a mafia heiress. I mean, I never even knew something like that existed. I thought it was fictional only.” I shrug, agreeing with her. She snorts. “And all this time, sugar daddy has been their leader? No wonder he always looks so domineering and powerful. Gives me the creep but sexy kinda creeps.”

A smile formed on his lips. “Surprise... it didn’t hurt,” he grinned. Onora’s eyes widened. She tried to run, but he caught her, spun her around, and slammed her against the wall. His grip locked tightly around her wrists, pinning her there. She whimpered. “You punched me, and you must pay.” Pay? “Your husband didn’t tell you? Mafia don’t do free. You can’t punch me for free,” he smirked. Mafia. Her husband was a mafia. She had read many stories about them—dangerous men who manipulated others to get what they wanted.

He was silent for a moment, adjusting his tie with a strangely calm gesture before finally answering. “I monitor one of his warehouses on Long Island.” Long Island. He said it strangely, with an accent I couldn’t immediately place. I frowned after a few seconds of thinking, because only then did I realize that there had been something slightly… Spanish about the way he had been speaking all along. A knot formed in my stomach, cold and heavy. My father didn’t have a warehouse on Long Island. Silence filled the elevator, thick and suffocating. We looked directly into each other’s eyes, and I saw the exact moment he realized that I had figured it out—and then, almost simultaneously, the moment

When a sudden breakup from her boyfriend of almost ten years leaves Anastasia Barlow heartbroken, she does the first thing which comes to mind for a reckless spinster of her sort—having a one night stand with the boss of the Vitale Mafia group. Does she regret this decision? Yes. Does she try to run away from the elusive mafia boss who’s known to snap the necks of his enemies? Also yes. But Anastasia’s problems become more robust as she finds herself pregnant—with the child of the same person she vows to stay away from,Theo Vitale!! She wants nothing to do with his family, or his organization but Theo has other plans. He’s in dire need of a wife and child to

His eyes didn't open, but his jaw worked, his lips moving slightly as if he were trying to find the words to argue with me through the drug-induced sleep. I leaned my back against the brick wall, my bare, mud-stained feet resting against the cold floorboards. The midnight deadline had passed. My father was somewhere in the fog, hunting for a ledger that could destroy the city. Silas De Luca was fleeing toward the border. And I was sitting in a back-alley vet clinic, guarding a mafia heir who had promised to lock me in a vault.

Don Dante Moretti didn’t need to raise his voice to command attention. He simply existed and people obeyed. “You both look beautiful,” he said, kissing Bianca’s forehead first before turning to me. “Lucia.” “Papa.” “Tonight is important.” There it was. The reminder. The warning. The mafia version of behave yourselves. “We know,” Bianca murmured. My father’s sharp gaze moved between us carefully. “This alliance with the Romanos strengthens our position in New York. I won’t tolerate embarrassment from anyone tonight.” My stomach tightened slightly.

A cluster of smaller marks on my forearm from broken glass during a particularly messy extraction. I traced one of the scars absently, remembering the pain, the blood, the way my father had looked at me afterward. "You did well, Catarina. I'm proud of you." Proud. As if nearly dying was an accomplishment. I had two older brothers. Dominic, the eldest, had been groomed since birth to take over the family someday. He was charming, strategic, ruthless when he needed to be. Everything a mafia heir should be. Marco, the middle child, had been raised to oversee the legitimate businesses—the restaurants, the real estate, the investments that kept our family's wealth flowing and our operations clean

They were basically brothers, like me and Clint. My mothers father, was the boss of the American mafia and it was supposed to be passed down to my mothers first cousin. But he wasn't suited for that world and he wanted nothing to do with it. So my grandfather broke tradition and my father stepped up as the heir of the mafia. That’s were the alliance of the American and Italian mafia came in. My mothers name is Carlson and my father is De Luca. I was given both because both are powerful names.” Lisa nodded her head and I was intrigued by the story.

, the maid asked me politely. "No. I will have it when Rain and Amber wake up.", I told her as I concentrated on my newspaper. I looked at the newspaper to see my face with Amber and Rain in it with the headline 'Who is the mystery girl and child with the billionaire Damien Black?' I ignored the news and read the newspaper further. Now if I think I have reached very far. Yes I inherited the mafia business from my father but the multi-billion dollar company was made by me from scratch and I have worked hard to became the mafia king.

The man's pained screams played with my ears as I held onto my mother. I had said in what was only slightly higher than a whisper. "Mommy, why did it have to be hurting that man like that?" "My love, it's because that man who your daddy practically picked up from the streets was going to betray him…" From a young age, my parents did not hide the truth from me, the fact that I was The heir to a deadly mafia gang, was something that I had to be reminded of every day. "Mummy, does that mean that I have to hurt someone like that in the future?"