The Mafia Life Novels & Stories

The mafia always ran on blackmailing, murder and violence. "And why did Sil react like that? She knows something then." Adele sighed. Albert lay down on the mattress. He couldn't even think about all these. Who knew his life would turn upside down in just a few hours? How could his whole life become a lie like this? How could his family never turn out like his own? He was the heir of a mafia organisation, the organisation he loved and hated most.

Emily demanded, looking him dead in the eye. “Firstly, I’m really sorry for not telling you. I just got worried about the baby, so please understand,” he said, reaching for her hands. She yanked them away. “Remember Don Emilio? The one I said was offering to do business with us?” “Yes, the one I told you to decline. What about him?” Emily asked sharply. “I never knew he was a very dangerous man,” Richard said, running his hands through his hair. “He’s actually a mafia boss.”

Ken tells Alessandro. “I think I agree. She’s achieved her goals and she’s living her dream life. And me? I’ve lived up to my mother’s promise in one way, and I’m clean now. I feel great looking at how far I’ve come. The mafia lifestyle was not it for me…My soul feels replenished when I work on art. Earlier, I did it for her, but now, I do it for myself as well,” Alessandro tells Ken. The Next Day Alessandro’s pov:

“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 And while ours can be quite violent, the lifestyle and traditions are somewhat old-fashioned, and outdated and can come off as strange to outsiders.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.

I looked away, afraid that he would read right through me. “You can tell me.” He grabbed my chin, compelling me to look into his eyes. I sighed, blinking away the sadness I’m feeling, shaking my head. “It’s not that, X,” I began, settling the camera on my lap. “I understand that my safety is your priority, and I appreciate that, really. But I feel like I’ve got no control over my life anymore.” I looked into the distance, sighing. “Knowing about the mafia changed my life. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. The plan I had for myself….” I shook my head, “-seems like a distant memory now.”

Ken answered, “As long as you’re with me you’ll be safe.” “Why is that?” I asked. “I am one of the most feared Mafia leaders out there,” he smirked,”Only the stupid people dare to mess with me.” “Okay then,” I mutter. “We’re here,” Cole announced. “Lets party,” Dexter cheered. We got out of the car, and I looked at the big house in front of me. “Jesus you guys must be billionaires,” I gaped. "What did u expect,” Ken clarified. We walked into the house, and I was surprised to see everyone look so……classy.

He replied to her, standing from his seat to lean on his table. “How can a living subject be sold off without her own consent?” She inserted air quotes around the sold off. For a moment, Marie forgot she was standing in front of someone affiliated to the greatest and most dangerous Mafia group in the country. But, what did she have to lose? She was already brought here against her own will, and it doesn’t seem like anyone is going to answer the question as to why she’s here.

Sometimes, I’d try to talk to him, offer a light comment or a gentle smile, but he’d only look at me with those cold piercing eyes of him and remind me of our arrangement. “Don’t get carried away, Joan. This is business, nothing more,” he’d say, and each time, it felt like a knife twisting in my chest. But tonight… tonight felt different. I’d been walking down the hall, just trying to clear my head, when I heard voices. My curiosity got the better of me. I slipped into the shadows near the doorway and saw Derrick, standing with his right hand men, Santi and Ace. I was too far away to make out everything, but phrases floated over to me, the words “mafia,” “Godfathers,” and “pressure.” My hear

Not with the life I led. Being a mafia boss came with a price. It attracted enemies, danger, and constant threats. I had seen what happened to men in this line of work who tried to have families. Their wives, their children—they became targets. Weaknesses that rival gangs exploited without mercy. That’s why I had never let myself get too close to anyone. I couldn’t risk it. Not with the life I lived.

"No! How can I just climb on your back? Moreover, there's an injury on your arm." JK yells, "Just shut up and do as I say!" "No, I won't! Why are you showing me mercy now?" "I have never seen a stubborn girl like you." Grabbing her hand forcefully, he makes her lean on his back. "This man, seriously! How long are you going to force me? Will you ever let me live peacefully? When will you stop all this?" "When you love me more than I do." "I'll never fall for you." "You won't have to do it, baby. It will happen automatically. Just wait and see." "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Walk as soon as possible; I'm so hungry." "It's high time to learn how to control your hunger." "Yah, I've never seen a stupid