The Mafia Life Novels & Stories

I can understand, how it would be for a 4 year old kid, seeing his parents are working as a slaves, threatening for their lives every second. We become silent, only the thunders, lightening and sounds of rumbling leaves are visible and felt from the distant clouds and the ground , Antony seeing the outside breathing the cigarette. But my mind is running with deeper thoughts with more than a speed of light. Sometimes life is a disguise, it's the choice of who play the game, than who lead the game. But at last the leaders will win for sure, if not the game was not ended yet. Life in the mafia operates by secrecy, simply because everyone's out to get you when you're in it. You won't be able to

he was back to being Chadwick my tormentor but then something far darker, I felt it. "I am in the Mafia! I am the Mafia!" he roared, his eyes dark and wild. "I murder people! I make them disappear! I run illicit businesses! That's the life you signed up for! I am not a campus boy who would go on a casual concert with you, do you understand?!"

“You… seem to really like our boss. So even if I tell you the truth, I don’t think you’ll believe it.” “I’ll believe it.” Something about the look in Araceli’s eyes told her she already knew. Paula sighed. “He’s part of the mafia. Actually, he’s not just a pear. He’s the don.” Araceli swallowed. “Can you explain what that means?” “The mafia’s a criminal organization,” Paula said quietly. “They’re involved in everything—drugs, weapons, trafficking. They control businesses. Politicians. Judges.” “And… murder?” Araceli whispered.

To not wake up every day wondering if it would be my last. But that wasn’t how things worked. “I don’t have the luxury of dreaming about peace,” I said finally. “This life—it’s all I’ve ever known. Even if I wanted out, there’s no way to leave without ending up in a grave.” “But what if you could change things?” she pressed. I shook my head. “You don’t get it, Clara. The Mafia isn’t built for peace. It’s built on power, control, and fear. If you’re not strong, you’re dead. That’s the reality.”

“I promise.” I placed my hand in her face. God I loved this girl so fucking much it hurt. “We’re not who you think we are Mil. We live two very different lives, one you’ve already seen and the other is hidden.’ I stopped taking a deep breath before I continued. ‘We’re not like you and Kacey Mil. Me and Orlando come from a different world from both of you. We have many enemies that either want it, take us out and ruin us or just kill us. We’re one of the biggest English mafia groups here, the Hemings a close second. We deal in drugs and firearms. The Hemings are our rivals, they hate us and they really hate us. Last night we had a shipment coming in. We both told Fletcher something was very w

I couldn't take the suffocation I felt. My father didn't stop me. He simply sighed as I made my way past him and into the family room. I wanted to laugh at the irony. I sat on the couch and stared at the piano. I wanted to play but I knew the moment I touched that piano I would break down. I had no room for emotion in my life right now. I was going to be the biggest Mafia Don this world had ever seen. Mafia Dons have no room for emotions or family. My father taught me that early on. “Good Evening Master, Neko is making Dinner. Would you like me to play you a song?” Ayla questioned as she spotted me staring at the Grand Piano.

Our situation turned upside down, papa was the only bread winner of the house, we weren't too rich but lived a comfortable life. Mama had to struggle a lot after papa's death to raise us, we requested the mafia for compensation, hundreds of men die every year for the mafia, they don't care much for the lives lost or the broken families. They know if they loose one man, then 3 more are standing in queue to take that position.

I’m ready, dressed in all black, black vest, black pants, and black leather boots. Today is the day I take down the Blanche brothers to be given the title of the next Mafia king. My father currently holds the title, and he’s ready to hand it over to me along with twelve hundred thousand dollars as my own. I’m standing outside the billion-dollar restaurant located in the heart of Alt rec. The Blanche brothers usually come here on a Saturday night to drink and be entertained by women.

I gritted my teeth and mustered all the energy in the world to push Bennett away and thank God I did. "What do you mean by that?" He snapped and grabbed my arm again, a little more harsher and tighter. "I wouldn't disrespect me here Miss Stiles. This is not a place to cuss around. This isn't Seattle neither is this Los Angeles. You walked into my Mafia den and..." "Mafia?" My eyes widened and I blinked. "I thought it was a gang thing...but a Mafia?" I was not stupid neither was I foolish. I knew what the Mafia did. Well, not really did but the books I've read said a lot and they were real. They didn't play cards or run around in circles. They shot, tortured, kill and traffick women and child

He could make a kid pee in his pants just by his looks. "....I am sure that he will not be distracted by girls anymore. He will stay with his girl even after taking my position of next Capo" his lip twitched. His smile is more dangerous than Xaphan's. I stood up as I couldn't take it anymore. The only thing that was going on in my mind was that the man who is going to marry me is in Mafia! Mafia means drugs, blood, guns, murders. How could I marry a man whose profession is a crime? How would he spare my family when they don't hesitate in killing their own family members for their selfish motives.