The Mafia's Acquisition Novels & Stories

Fifteen years ago... Neil Fauler, Father of Aiden Fauler is seen sitting in the Deluca's club. "You own us fifty million dollars. We are done giving you chances to repay us. We are officially taking over your company from tomorrow" Christian informed Neil, who is an alcoholic and a gambler. "Mr. Deluca, please. Give me one more chance. I will definitely pay you back" Neil begged. Christian is a mafia man, and he can detect a lie when he sees one. And he knows Neil is lying. He cannot pay the money back no matter how much he tried.

We were Cosa Nostra after all, the biggest Mafia gang in the country. “A bird told me a tale so I came all this way to look you in the eyes to confirm this tale. Why did you trick your brothers and keep the girl for yourself? You didn't inform me you had her already?” Dante inquired lazily as he reached into his breast pocket, and brought out a box of cigarettes. One of his henchmen hurried to hand him a lighter, and only when he had helped himself to a puff of the cigarette did I reply. “I thought the place was empty and I didn't know she was hiding in one of the rooms but rest assured, I was on my way to deliver her to you.”

(Translation: smuggled some drugs. "True that. But he owes us money. Either he pays or be killed." My blood ran cold at Erico's statement. Killed? I dropped my fork and looked at them with wide eyes. No one payed me much attention but Vincenzo. He was studying my reaction and anticipating what I will say next. "Who are you?" I asked with a fast beating heart. "Vincenzo Mercanti. Don of the Italian mafia. Number one mafia in Italy and USA." Vincenzo smiled evilly.

Ace's voice was audible. A man who had been apprehended in the mansion shared a cell with him. Many people are against Ace Luna. the mafia from other cartels Because he was the most powerful mafia boss in the entire US and Mexico, they all wanted him dead out of envy. Since Ace's ancestors were Italian, the Mafia has been in his family for generations. I've been told not to speak, Ace! Anguishedly, the man spoke. He had bruises and blood all over his broken face.

Xander, my second in command, remained standing and began speaking. “We've managed to acquire new assets worth 70 million this month. We've also expanded our business by 25%. We've been able to sell 200 million worth of arms and drugs in the last two weeks. We've also taken revenge on Mateo for attempting to kill your father, and we've taken over his little mafia group.” “Is this all?”, I questioned. Murmurs occurred between them, surprised that I wasn't impressed by the numbers. “This is the De Luca group. We're the biggest mafia empire in the whole of the US and Italy , but these are the achievements of a rookie reading club, and you expect me to be impressed?”

"I used it for business. I'm involved in money laundering, and the whole operation and assets got liquidated and seized by the government. The fact is, I've been doing it for years with no problem until Damian Tucker took over the mafia world in this territory." "What?!" Caden gasped. His mother and two sisters looked at their father in horror. "Who doesn't know Damian Tucker? The ruthless mafia boss? How could you get into any dealings with him? The man has a high record for clubbing, drug deals, and frauds, and the police is doing nothing to stop him. Now, I heard he bought a new mansion worth 10 billion dollars. How did you get into business with him? He must have scammed you," Caden said

The mafia elders in the room exchanged glances, but no one dared to object. Marco's lips trembled. He seemed to have aged ten years in an instant. Just then, my phone vibrated. The astronomical sum had been deposited into my account. Rafael took the document folder, which symbolized control over New York's maritime lifeline, from the lawyer. Then this man, feared throughout the entire underworld, in front of everyone, in this room littered with wreckage, got down on one knee before me. He held up the priceless deed as if offering me the entire world.

I said, barely managing to get the words out. “Yes, I know it sounds unbelievable,” he replied, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “But if you want to expand as a Mafia, you have to gain authority in key territories. The Mexican syndicates control the source of many lucrative operations. Gaining power there was essential. It was something I envisioned the moment I inherited the Mafia from my grandfather.” I stared at him, trying to comprehend the magnitude of what he was saying. “And? Did you succeed?” He nodded, his expression unwavering. “Yes, we did.”

Being in the Mafia world no doubt gave me everything I always wanted, including the violence I needed to purge to keep me calm over the years, including the losses I needed to realize where I should have been. I have accumulated huge wealth that would take care of me and my tenth generation to come, coupled with the fact that I am still young, I bought a company here, sold all my previous ones back in Chicago, helped Alicia in getting her legacy, and then made her a CEO in one of my companies here.

Scarpa broke down. Like a wounded animal, he roared and lunged at me. "Viviana! You snake! I'll kill you!" Chris's men were faster. They slammed him to the ground, pinning him as he thrashed and screamed. His eyes were bloodshot. I looked down at him. Not an ounce of warmth in my eyes. "Take him away." Those two words sealed his fate. … Five hours later, all 17 core Falcone assets were officially transferred to the Corleone famiglia under debt acquisition.