The Mafia Life Novels & Stories

He was charming in a lethal wayb and every word he said made it harder to maintain the armor I’d built. The dinner went for hours. His associates exchanged stories about drug shipments and bodies dumped in canals like they were trading stock tips. I sipped water and listened. Every detail was ammunition. Every smile from Nikolai was a taunt. He had no idea I was the pin under the elephant's foot. Eventually the night advanced and everyone was starting to leave until I was left alone with him. He leaned back and stretched as if he hadn’t just spent hours surrounded by monsters. I tried to imagine the kind of man he would have been if he hadn't become a criminal but I came out blank. A crimina

And to worsen the situation, his bodyguards stood like statues, blocking the exits. Hannah, who had been chatting with someone at the bar, finally noticed what was happening. Her face went pale as she hurried over. "Scarlett?" she asked, her voice shaky. Then she looked at Liam, and her eyes widened in recognition. "Wait, you’re…" Her voice trailed off, and I saw the fear flash across her face. She knew him. Everyone seemed to know him. Liam DeLuca, the godfather of some gang, Europe’s biggest mafia—at least that was what Hannah had told me earlier today in class.

Isabella’s POV It was nice to have dinner with Papa, but of course, as soon as the topic of the DeMarcos came up, there was a huge fight. “I don’t understand in this day and age that you can’t barter for my freedom,” I voiced, crossing my arms. “It’s mafia tradition, Mia Stellina,” Papa replied. “The mafia is very steeped in tradition and values. There is even a mafia council in Italy with strict rules. If you go against the council, you can face severe penalties, including death.”

Stefan pleaded weakly. “I won't,” The man mumbled slowly, pulling back the silver gun, tapping Stefan's cheek with it.. “I won't waste my bullet on you, run back like a coward to your family, Stefan, tell them ‘Don Marcello Ricci, the inferno Lord’ won, eh?” The way he spoke, the mix of British and Italian accents, made it hard to breathe. How could one have both accents at once? Don Marcello Ricci? So he was a mafia lord.

As I move, my dress rustles softly, and my hair stays perfectly in place. "Wow, Lessia is this not too much?", I ask unsure. "No, it is perfect", Lessia said still trying to arrange the strands of hair on my head. I rolled my eyes and said, "Lessia why did you dress me like this, I look like two million threw up on me". She looked at my reflection in the mirror and said, "You look amazing and by the way you are the daughter of the Mafia boss, you need to dress the part". "Mafia?", I asked confused.

“I’m going to see Rachel this afternoon. However, now we have some things to advertise. There’s been a lot of stalled work since Rafael Wagner died.” Lucas massaged his forehead. Rafael Wagner is the leader of one of the largest mafia networks in the world. Rafael’s underground network grips tightly to the ground, powerful without anyone knowing its strength. The ElWagner clan is the center of all underground networks. Ranging from small-scale mafia to international cross-country mafia, they must know ElWagner’s strength even though they have never seen him in person.

I said, hugging myself instinctively. “You think that’s crazy?” He let out a humorless laugh. “Listen, Dona, no one’s got it easy. My story isn’t as bad as you think. Prison was tough, yeah, but it was also fun in its own twisted way. But there are others here who’ve had it way worse… people who joined the mafia because they had no other choice. So stop letting your past hold you back. People will keep messing with you as long as they know you won’t do a damn thing about it.” He paused, his eyes locking with mine. “Life’s like a hooker, you either fuck her, or you get fucked.”

They're going to come after each and everyone of us that they've seen around Luther, and guess what, you're going to be the first, because they see you as his most precious, together or not ". I walked back slowly till my legs touched a couch. My heart was racing, what have I gotten myself into? My life is in danger. What happened to having a normal regular life like every other normal woman out there. "Laura please stop", I said placing my hands on my head. "When people told you that you have no idea the family you're getting yourself into, you thought it was a joke? and wait you think changing state or country is going to change anything? if you like, travel to Africa, go and hide in Ugand

The man he was… and the man I was begging him to become. “I don’t know how to live outside of it, Gianna,” he finally said, his voice low and hoarse. “This life… the mafia… it’s all I’ve ever known. It's not just power or blood or territory. It's the foundation of everything I was raised to believe in.” I squeezed his hand tighter. “Then believe in something else now. Believe in me. In us. In the family we’re about to have.” He exhaled slowly, as though my words had knocked the wind from his chest.

I mumble. I was really hoping to see Rio this morning because we still need to talk about how we were to play the “marriage act”. “I know it’s not a life you are used to,” Mama Agness continues, “but guns and bloodshed are quite the norm in the mafia life. Even though I do try my best to make sure they keep most of it away from the house.” She holds my hand, turning my attention back to her. “You wouldn’t have to worry about anything.”