The Mafia's Broker Novels & Stories

“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

"Not exactly. Why are you obsessed with me? What does Cardinal want? I know it's not my mafia." "You're a mafia devil." I said "I know that much from the file I found in your closet." "What file?" he asked furiously "The file about you seeing a therapist for a year when u were thirteen to control your anger. You were incredibly violent as a child." I answered a little frightened "I also know that you're going to New York by the next month. The mafia that you have here is just a bunch of people from other mafias helping to cover you while you protect Royalty from Cardinal. You're moving back to New York when all this is over. Your real mafia is there."

"Brokers. Small-time operators. People who move money and information through the underground. Some of them work for Jerald. Some of them work for themselves. All of them are useful." That night, Mark spreads the contents of the folder across his desk. Papers, photographs, handwritten notes. He points to each one and gives me a name. "Sophia Chen. She runs a money transfer service. Cash only. No questions asked. If you need to move money without a trace, you go to her." "Marcus Webb. He is an information broker. He knows everything that happens in the underground. For a price, he will tell you." "Elena Vasquez. She owns a club that never closes. If you need to find someone, she knows where t

“Last chance.” Carlo’s resolve cracked, his voice shaking. “Okay, okay! A guy called The Broker—Marco Santoro. He set up the deals. Said the Syndicate wanted intel on both families, not just yours.” Kai’s eyes flicked to Gianna, Marco’s name a live wire between them. The fixer had slipped them twice, his taunts about the Syndicate of Ash ringing true. Gianna’s face stayed neutral, but her fingers twitched, a tell Kai was starting to notice. “Where’s Marco now?” she asked, her voice low.

That was until he found out the man’s secret, one that would destroy him and everything he worked for and land him in prison for the rest of his life. Jake at one point feared for his life when he started asking too many questions and the mafia paid him a visit. He had to do some fast talking to convince them he was looking for Brook, whose real name turned out to be Achille Bianchi. He was relieved to get away from them, they were a really bad bunch and both parties agreed to let the other know if he was ever found. Of course, he couldn’t tell them, he had to use it as leverage to get Mr. Bruceto put a stop to the wedding.

I wasn’t done. “Tell me,” I said, voice deceptively light, “how does a man as paranoid as you end up trusting someone faceless?” Marcello swallowed. “He offered millions. Came recommended. Said he had connections in Middle East demand circuits—” “Name?” I cut in. “Doesn’t have one,” Marcello muttered. “Just calls himself The Broker.” Lorenzo scoffed. “Fairy tales.” “No,” Dante said suddenly. “I’ve heard of him. Whispers only. Smuggler, trafficker, fixer. But no one’s met him. Some say he’s ex-CIA, others say he’s not even one man.”

“And I never thought I’d say this... but we need to talk to The Broker.” Kessler’s head snapped up. “Are you serious? Roman, he betrayed you—sold you out to Volkov’s people during the Prague job.” Roman’s jaw clenched. “And I survived. That gives me leverage.” Eden looked between them. “Who is he?” “The Broker’s a fixer,” Roman said. “Deals in weapons, information, identities. Think of him as the devil’s librarian. He keeps secrets like currency.” “And he owes me,” he added after a beat.

"Salvatore Vitiello and I had a meeting yesterday." Father had a meeting with the boss of the New York mob, the Capo dei Capi? It had been ten years since New York and Chicago had a meeting, and the last one had not gone well. Even so, people continued to call it Bloody Thursday. Father wasn't even the boss at the time. He was only the Consigliere, Fiore Cavallaro's advisor, who oversaw the Outfit and the associated criminality in the Midwest. "We decided that in order for peace to be a possibility, we had to unite as a family."