The Mafia Heir Novels & Stories

Then imagine basing your whole life trying to change your children into something they are not. “They didn’t like the idea of having a bi-sexual daughter in the mafia,” Narcissa slipped the truth, and Athena’s already weak heart weakened further. “Mafia?” Azazel is in the mafia?” she mumbled. Of course, he was. That makes sense. All the blood and gore. The money, the killings, the guns. Oh my god, she is bearing an heir to the French mafia, not knowing she is heir to one herself.

“Let’s just say I don’t like him much. But he’s my heir. He’ll take over everything soon and I can’t afford distractions like you.” My chest tightened painfully. His heir? That meant Rhett… Rhett was his son and he was a mafia heir. But before I could respond, Dominic flicked his hand toward his men. “Take them both.” They grabbed Mara and me roughly, dragging us back through the hall. Mara kept whispering prayers under her breath, trembling so badly. They shoved us out into an open courtyard, and Dominic followed behind, every step measured and cruelly slow. “Vai a chiamàre Rhett,” he said to one of them standing beside him.

If he opened his heart and let a woman in, it was clear, wasn’t it? If he didn't remember that he was a man, the only legitimate son of the Genosie family, the heir to a massive organization and business empire spanning Eastonville and beyond, he might have chosen to end his life. But for Mike, suicide was a sign of weakness. And he was not a weak man—he had fought death twice and won. One of those battles was to reclaim Angie from Jordan’s captivity.

They were taken in by the elderly man in a grand mansion that resembled a palace. There, Aleah noticed numerous men in suits surrounding the estate. She discovered that her grandfather was no ordinary businessman—he was the leader of a powerful mafia group in Italy. His real name was Antonio De Luna. At the mansion, Antonio recounted the reason he hadn't been with Aleah's mother for 20 years. He was once the Alpha of a pack, but an unexpected tragedy struck, leading to the death of most of his pack members. He was blamed for failing to protect them from a deadly epidemic. The only ones he had managed to save were his own family. This incident was why he never formed another wolf pack, nor wa

"Because I know you, Enzo. Though deep down you have a vulnerability, you may be the merciless mafia king. You give her importance. And for just this reason I have already won. Though I looked away, I could see Isabella staring at me. My whole attention was on Marco, on determining his next action and how to counter it. But the reality of his comments bit me, probing into the areas I wanted not to face. She was my weakness. The one thing that may bring all I had created down. Tell me who you are working with, I said, my voice like ice. Marco groaned; his smile vanished as he examined me. "It's interesting how things come full circle—isn't it? Enzo, the crimes of the past always catch us back

Fear began to creep into Anna’s chest. Anna felt the palms of her hands suddenly grow cold as her thoughts began to race. Lombardy is known as a region under mafia control. News reports indicate that Xavier Vanderbilt, the owner of the Vanderbilt Real Estate Group, has been implicated in several mafia scandals. To Anna, those reports now seem like empty claims. Xavier isn’t just involved with the mafia—he is one of them. Anna unconsciously touched her neck as she recalled what had happened the night before, when Xavier had choked her and tried to kill her. It wasn’t impossible that after this, he would strangle her again or even kill her if she acted recklessly.

(Chloe's POV) When Leonardo rushed out of the mansion with Zoe in his arms, I was still sitting on the marble floor, blood dripping from the back of my head down my neck. I watched him run toward the car fleet, feeling extremely anxious, but he never turned back. Suddenly, I remembered—he used to be this anxious about me. Back then, when I had just arrived in the North’s mafia territory, working as a nurse in a private clinic, learning first-aid while making a living, I met Leonardo for the first time when I was surrounded by a few street thugs. He stepped in to save me.

"You are my only heir, which means I need to make certain that my bloodline continues." A strange unease settled over me. "How?" His answer came without hesitation. "You will marry into a powerful mafia family." I stared at him as he had suddenly grown a second head. "What?" "You heard me." "No." He raised an eyebrow. "No?" "You can't be serious." "I am completely serious." My heart began beating faster. "You kidnapped me, brought me here, told me I'm your daughter, and now you're telling me I'm supposed to marry some mafia family I've never even met?"

“Why did he tell us to leave the study? It was dirty and needed some cleaning.” “Ava, it’s not easy for some people to process grief. That was his father’s study” Shit Ava. How could you be so insensitive? However I saw something in that study that looked like people I see in my dreams. Those group of people and that man. I know Lorenzo is in the bloodline of the mafia, were they his family? Oh my God I need to figure this out.

Vultures descended, carving out chunks of their territory and supply lines until their operations were a hollow shell. The Costellos fared no better; several of their critical overseas holdings were absorbed in a series of ruthless, anonymous transactions, leaving them bleeding money and influence. Everyone in the mafia world watched, a chorus of cold amusement and schadenfreude. "Serves them right. You don't accidentally step on the heir to the Luciano throne." "The real joke is Luca Rossi. A heir of an ordinary mafia family, thinking he could arrest a king. He isn't even a small fish in that pond—he is the algae."