The Mafia's Broker Novels & Stories

I pushed her to the brink. “Boss, you good with that?” Deron asks, snapping my focus back to the present. I look around the dark SUV as my inner circle, Deron, Stephon, Kris, and Max, are preparing to help orchestrate a raid on a meatpacking plant. It’s one of many business fronts for the Scarfo mafia. This one, in particular, is run by Vinnie and his crew. It took a little digging, but Max managed to track the bastard down with ease.

I gestured vaguely. "A war room?" Dante suggested. "Yes." "That's accurate." I moved closer to the boards. Some of the photographs showed unfamiliar men. Others showed buildings warehouses, docks, clubs. A few had red marks drawn over them. "What are these?" I asked quietly. "Problems." That was such a Dante answer. I turned toward him. "You deal with problems like this every day?" "Yes." "And people still think joining the mafia is glamorous," I muttered. His gaze sharpened slightly. "No one joins this world because it's glamorous."

Her tongue darted out to wet her lips—hungry eyes locked on me. Simona was Umberto Mancini’s daughter. Drago’s closest ally and sort of my fiancé, even if nothing was official yet. The old man was hellbent on marrying me off to her and tying our families in a neat little bow of power and bloodlines. The classic mafia fairytale.

“You don’t get to ask that. She trusted you.” “I owe you nothing,” she replied coldly, though inside her stomach was twisting. “Brittany!” His voice broke. “She treated you like a sister! She… she—” “Is that why you’re breaking like this? Or is it because your little love story is dead? Did you picture marrying me, Marco? Children? A future?” “Britt…” “You’re a fool. This is the mafia. Nothing here is real—no one.” “Is that why you kept pushing me away? Is that why you couldn’t love me?”

“Yes. But I was able to settle in. You've seen my numbers, you've seen my work. We are offering material in good faith to other public and private entities, both national and international. Not anymore...we need them.” “That's why Xavier's company went bankrupt. You kept it for him.” “You can already imagine that John did not give a hint of grace…” “So what...did they?” “They played it to me.” Fuck. “What happened?” I insist. “They hired a Russian mobster who played me horrible. I managed to turn the situation around and not get so hurt, but this one is capable of anything. It's a real animal. Jesus, Jesus, Jesus.

"Yeah, the name sounds familiar. If I had to guess, he's probably the head of a big gangster in Brooklyn." Bella closed her mouth. Her guess was the same. His appearance was not far from the gangsters in movies. Neat, arrogant, and cold. "What if you're being targeted to be kidnapped and sold into the human trafficking market?" Darrell teased. "Hey, why are you scaring me?" Bella pouted. Darrell burst out laughing. "I'm just kidding. Or maybe he's fallen in love with you. Ah, so romantic. An innocent girl chased by a ruthless and cold mafia boss." Bella sneered. Until now, she couldn't conclude Marco Vilante's intentions.

I took an oath when I joined the East Coast Mafia, a solemn vow to uphold our code and protect our own above all else. That oath wasn't just words; it was a binding contract of loyalty and trust. And I broke one of our most sacred rules: absolutely do not mess with our members' families. Ever. Family is off-limits. It's a hard line, etched in stone. And I've shattered it. I’ve broken the trust that binds us. I took their son as if he was a mere pawn in a twisted game, and handed him over to my brother. It was supposed to be leverage, a calculated move to cement our influence and position by taking over Sebastian’s crew.

“That was our boss’s baby! Hector Hawkins was impotent. We know it because we were told to keep all the records! The doctor was bribed to hide it.” “And the car? Who owned it?” The bulky man glances at the thin man lying on the floor. Ryder sighs and kicks the stocky man away before ordering his men, “Wake him up. And look for that laptop. It’s here, right?” “Down the hallway and then to the last room on the left!” The bulky man replies at once, scared to death. Even though they are part of a gang, they are no match for the mafia. Without their boss, they can’t even lift a finger. Ryder motions his men to search for the laptop. After a few minutes, one of them finds it and brings it to him.

“They underestimated how much I dislike being touched.” She straightened and nodded once. Hale stepped forward and adjusted something just out of the man’s sight. Nothing dramatic. Nothing bloody. Just enough. The scream that followed was short. Choked. Immediately swallowed back as the man fought for control. Elena didn’t flinch. “Who put you at ease?” she asked again. “Who told you Roman Thorne wouldn’t retaliate?” The man gasped, sweat pouring down his face now. “A broker,” he rasped. “Handle only. No face. Said… said Roman wouldn’t be involved. That the target was isolated.”

"So this goes back to 6 years ago, Back then the mafia was handled by the older Mr McCoy and was handed over to Marco McCoy only a few months ago. Back then The syndicate actually also dealt with human trafficking and that's how Marco met Maria. Maria was the most beautiful women we had ever led our eyes on. She has this doe like eyes and the beauty of a goddess like aphrodite herself had created the woman on her own will. Marco was mesmerised but Maria actually belonged to a poor family and was sold into human trafficking by her alcohol addict father. He thought things were simple he would just buy her and keep her with him forever but what we all didn't realise was she was a woman more tha