The Mafia's Broker Novels & Stories

“He made it possible for you to live, and this is my own way of thanking him. He did all this for his mother. Why should I abandon him after getting what I wanted?” “Ava, are you hearing yourself?” Peter’s voice hardened. “Don’t be fooled by his generosity. Men like that don’t change overnight.” I pulled my hand away from his. “There’s a rumor about him being in the mafia. There’s a whole conspiracy surrounding him. I did quite a lot of research about him, and something is not adding up.” “I don’t care.” The words came out immediately. Peter stared at me. “I’m not leaving until my contract ends. Matter of fact, he has agreed to terminate my contract after one year if his mother gets well.”

And a single feed, blinking red. A man in chains. Pale. Bruised. Crying. “Who is he?” She asked. “Ine of the brokers. He's the link between your father’s network and the Romeros.” “Why is he still alive?” Because I wanted you to question him.” Her breath caught. Then she nodded. “Give me a knife.” Amara sat across the broker in a room that smelled like sweat and fear. He looked up, eyes bloodshot. “I told him everything,” the man stammered. “Please — don’t hurt me —”

She sank back into her chair with a defeated look on her face. “ Hmm, what about the Mafia man who owns that Lickety Splitz club where you work on Tuesdays?” Sasha asked now attentive Petra. “Maybe you could meet him to lend you the money, I'm sure he would. Twenty thousand dollars isn't that much of a big deal to rich people like that.” “You are the best, Sasha! I knew I could always count on you when I need advice” Petra was squealing with excitement. Sasha was her best friend. They grew up together and had been friends for as long as she could remember, and her advice had never been wrong.

A little far away from them, a man was seated pretending to read the newspaper but he was watching their every move. The man was the most trusted man of Elias, the biggest leader of the underworld, he was in cohorts with Nahil's father several years ago but when Gustavo made his son the leader of the mafia instead of him, he became angry and left. He worked hard and got a spot in the underworld and everyone got to know him,now he was back to rightfully take what was stolen from him years ago. By doing that, he has to start with this woman who seemed to be dear to the almighty Nahil. He couldn't attack this mafia Lord directly but he can attack the people around him right?.

After wiping my tears, I ask him, “Why do you want us to play husband and wife?” He answers, calmly, “Being the capo of a mafia family, there is constant pressure to increase my power. So, I have been receiving a proposal from Julia Pentanova’s father, who is a rich and powerful man in the mafia. My brother keeps nagging about how important it is to marry her, but I don’t want to.” His frustration is clear in his voice.

“I am not God Mack, you know the rules, you were warned.“ He picked two bare wires and brought them together causing an electric shock. “What is the second rule of the mafia society?“ He asked Mack whose eyes didn't leave the wires he was holding. “Never involve children in the act,” he muttered still staring at his hands. “And what did you do?“ Alex raised his brows. “I made children sell drugs.“ He muttered. “Good and now it is time you pay for your crimes,” he placed the bare wires on Mack's legs sending waves of electric shock through his body. The man yelled, he couldn't take his legs away because he was bounded. “Boss have mercy,” he yelled. Alex laughed, he has missed this, the cry fo

His back on the new comers. " We are here for the package " Marco said to the man who sat in the metallic room. Instantly the familiar expensive scent get to Mattia's nostrils before he could think of a way out. He knew at once that his days gas been numbered. Immediately he shudder violently in great shock and gulped down hard at the realization. The chair wheeled around, producing the Italian Mafia boss himself. Marco let out a low laugh before taking his own seat tiredly. " He is the one I told you about boss. He wants me to betray you and give him the package in return "

And considering that he was doing something behind my back, he knew that I wasn’t here for a drink. “Killian Ivanov, to what do I owe the honor?” he asked, trying to give me the best smile that he could muster. He looked down at the man who was sitting on the desk. I could tell that this was the last thing that both men expected when they tried having this deal, but then again, the last thing that I would ever do was leave my grounds unsupervised. To say the least, they should have known better than to try crossing that limit. “I apologize, but I have yet to introduce the two of you, Arturo de Maria, Pakhan of the Bratva, Vor v Zakone, Killian Ivanov.” Boss of bosses of the Mafia, thieves in

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.

Ever since marrying my mom, my stepfather had been very protective of us, like today—insisting I be driven to school even if I was in a hurry. Being cared for like this wasn't so bad, I thought. Except for one person… That young face came to my mind again. A handsome yet intense face, with sharp features, dark eyes, and lips always set in a tight line. His gaze made me feel cold and breathless. That face belonged to Marco, my stepbrother—my stepfather’s successor, the next mafia boss. When I first arrived in New York with my mom a year ago, she told me my stepfather was easy to get along with. She didn’t know much about her stepson Marco, only that he was reliable and would protect us.