Novel & Cerita The Mafia Life

Like fate had decided to play dirty. The first time I saw him was months ago, at a party. A work night for me, just another contract, another throat to slit and vanish before the champagne went flat. I didn’t expect to lock eyes with a mafia heir dressed in black silk and sin, his gaze catching mine across a room full of killers and crooked kings. I’d slipped out unseen, job finished, but my mind had stayed behind hooked on him. Rafa. And now he was here again. No plan. No chase. Just him.

She said bluntly. "You think this is the life you deserve? A life where Death kept knocking at your door every passing day?" I asked angrily. "I know no other life, Bruno. I have been a mafia and the best female mafia for as long as I can remember and it's not just easy to back out and accept whatever new life you think there is outside this empire," Monalisa said. Her words were like a dagger to my heart, and I felt the pain of them in every fiber of my being.

"I didn't choose this life, Bianca. It chose me. It's inbred in me that I can't walk away from it even if I tried. The moment you're a male in the famiglia, you're a part of the mafia, whether you like it or not. I took an oath when I was old enough to decide for myself. I can't break that oath as long as I live. The only way out of the mafia is death." "Will you ever know peace? These gang wars, this territory dispute. It must be draining to always expect an attack." "It's the mafia, Bianca, not a Disneyland fairytale." I joked, chuckling lightly. She looked at me undeterred. "But does the nightmare ever end?" A small smile touched my lips. "Once in a while," I said softly. Truthfully. "Aft

call. I rolled my eyes and to avoid abnywrs which I always avoided I have them a few hundred bucks and they let me go. I was pretty much alone in this world, an Hispanic girl just navigating life on her own.. From riches to only God knows what level one would call what I was on.. Definitely not grass but definitely hell… I turned the last corner and there was the destination I was going into …. What is it about mafias that why just have to live a freaking dirty life , their hands are always dirty no matter what they do.

I stated as i shot him in the head. "Well, Now, the Lebanese mafia is after ME and The Australian mafia is after US. They declared war, didn't they? I wanna watch a movie." Alexia said happily. She's so fucking fearless. There are two mafia after her and she's still the same, fearless, bold, strong. She would make a perfect queen.

he said with a smirk. I stared at him for a moment before shaking my head and heading outside. In the driveway, a sleek black Range Rover awaited me. The driver opened the door with a respectful bow, and I climbed in without a word. As the car pulled out, Damon’s words replayed in my mind. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. A laugh escaped me, sharp and bitter. “Damon Dark, mafia and werewolf,” I muttered to myself. “What he wouldn’t do is make peace.”

He was ruthless, but he had his standards. But, this was not the life Mia had asked for. She did not beg to be on earth to be maltreated by her parents then sold to a Mafia boss. I knew that being a member of the Mafia was very dangerous. Mia's life was always at risk for the rest of her life whether she chose to remain in the Mafia or leave. I felt sad for her, but I could not save her because I was going to be part of the Mafia family soon.

“Let me rephrase that, are you into illegal dealings?” Niko pulls my body flush to him, my bare back rests against his warm chest, his fingers smoothing my hair behind me to bare my shoulder to his lips as it lowers to my shoulder. Scenarios ran through my head, in movies they always portrayed the mafia as a violent illicit world, lawless men and women, committing all sorts of crimes imaginable, trafficking substances, women, and children. And while ours can be quite violent, the lifestyle and traditions are somewhat old-fashioned, and outdated and can come off as strange to outsiders. I never imagined it would have some truth to it.

Chiara Moretti Alessandro stared down at me, his jaw tight. "You say that now," he said, and took a step toward me. "But you do not understand what you are asking for, Chiara. The mafia world is not a boardroom. It is not about signing papers or making smart investments. It is a world built on blood, loyalty, and extreme violence. It is filled with people who will not hesitate to cut your throat just to send a message."

Whether he was blood or not. I am the American mafia's leader, Ace Hernandez. When I was seventeen, I was given the mafia to run and to build the most powerful organization on the planet. At the age of 25, I lead a lifestyle that includes drinking, using drugs, and dating women. My mafia obligations were not ignored. I had a reputation for being brutal and unforgiving. That's the last thing you'd ever do: step in my path.