The Mafia Life Novels & Stories

He was popularly known as 'the multiple faced mafia' because a lot of people have heard of him but haven't seen him even most of his employees and thugs. The closest person to him is Juliet who had been with him since she was a child and she had even only seen him once when she was five years old and training in martial arts. She had been raised by an old nanny as long as she could remember, it was only one day at her traning center he came to see how she was faring. It wad after he left they told her he is the dreaded mafia lord. Many speculated he was born wicked. But is anyone born wicked? No! His rough childhood made him what he is.

In the life I was thrown in, the one filled with mafias, gangs, assassins, drug lords. It was just too much to ask. I was alive. I should be grateful, shouldn't I?

I whined, "I can't get involved with him. He's dangerous and the kind of man I promised I would never get involved with." She rolled her eyes in annoyance, "Dante would be perfect for you. You're still just cautious from your past, but Dante isn't like your father." "You're right, he's worse." I retorted, making her purse her lips. "Can't you just give him a try?" Her voice was softer as she gave me a complicated look. "I don't know, Cara." I sighed, "I created a life away from the mafia. I don't think I want back into this world."

Glorified by movies and television, hounded by law enforcement, marked for death by their enemies, these mobsters live violent and often brief lives. The Mafia is, in its own right, a family. To become a family member means to accept secret rituals, complicated rules and tangled webs of loyalty. Those who run afoul of the family risk being ostracized ... and worse. Many mobsters who have turned against the Mafia have met an untimely, often gruesome death. Mafia business deals with many businesses like loans, gambling, drugs, prostitutes, human trafficking, killing and many more. When Brandon has 2 sides he has double responsibilities. Sometimes they have to compromise their own personal life

And death is something I’ve always been intimately familiar with. “Yeah.” I nodded, smoothing the fabric of my top. “I’ll tell them about the party we’ll hold to become one.” Ace stepped closer, expression turning serious in that way only he could do—where a single shift in his eyes made the entire room feel heavier. “Italian-American mafia,” he said. “Do you realize we’ll be the most powerful mafia in the entire world? We’ll have tons of enemies, and I already have many enemies. We’ll be in constant danger… You sure you wanna do this, amore?”

"Because he snatched my highly praised position." "I should have been in the chair where he is ruling now." "The Mafia king." Liam yelled out. His eyes were burning in rage. She leaves her collar while looking at him with her widening eyes. "Aaron didn't work hard to become a mafia king, but he had a lot of fun in his school and college life." "But I didn’t enjoy anything in my life, and I gave my life just to become a mafia king." "Everything was going well, but my father chose Aaron as a mafia king and made him sit on the mafia chair."

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne

He seemed unbothered by everything happening around him. He looked at me with a bored expression as if he couldn’t care less that one of his men bought me as a present for him. His eyes raked all over my body like he wasn’t impressed. I’d never felt more insecure. I had a feeling it had to do with the fact that he was beautiful. However, no matter how beautiful he was, he was just like every other man in the mafia. It was a life I had worked so hard to escape. The mafia men distributed drugs, killed men, and trafficked women and children. I didn’t want to be a part of it. However, it didn’t seem like I had much of a choice.

We have nine more hours to go. I just hope that I will be able to take care of my baby in this country with no drama. Honestly, I don't know the mafia leaders of America. I have never been interested because they are always so quiet and never start fights. When they have a disagreement with another mafia, it is believed that they sit down and negotiate a way to stop the war. In my stay in the country, I will meet with them at least once since I want to go back to assassination as soon as Jazzy turns two. I took my laptop and started getting into the American mafia systems. I needed to know how long from my mansion to theirs and so that I don't run into them without knowing who they are.

“You want to be around me, Grace? Then you should know the kind of world I built.” My stomach twisted. I had guessed parts of it. I have thought he was into guns, drugs, and trafficking, but seeing it this real and organized was another thing entirely. “This is how you make your money?” I asked, my voice above a whisper. “This is how I built power,” he corrected. “Legit fronts, dirty roots. That is how the mafia works. In this life, you either own the system or you get eaten by it.” I looked around again, at the people working like it was just another Monday at work. No fear. No hesitation.