The Mafia's Broker Novels & Stories

His words struck something deep inside me. “You don’t know anything about me, so don’t make assumptions,” I snapped before I could stop myself. I regretted it instantly. I had never spoken to anyone like that before, let alone a mafia boss. He could kill me if he wanted to. I knew he carried a gun. I had done my research, read everything there was to know about him. If I ate up media like Alessia, I would have known who he was from the start and avoided all of this. No wonder he had been offended when I didn’t recognize him. I get it. I would be too.

Fuck knows how they got the ducking prototype from my lab but they had and they used it to their advantage and got a better team behind them and we're able to sort out the blimps one by fucking one. Now we're here in Russian territory and lucky if we don't get our heads fucking blown off because even if it sounds insane like it does. Warren and Mulvey are on good terms with the fucking Russian mafia dom: Mikhailov. He is one of their drug entrepreneurs. He knows many patrons that will buy drugs from his men including all the strip bars here. We're in so much shit if Mikhailov even catches wind of us being here. He hates the Green brothers with a passion; they are in a love-hate war between t

Her throat was still sore from the blow job just now. "Remember the last time I took you to a mafia boss's house? He's Harding. A dangerous guy. I pissed him off so he's going to find me for revenge. So we have to stay out of Italy for the time being, until I get rid of all of his mafia gangs then we'll return." At the mention of Harding, Darryl's eyes flashed with cunning.

Third Person Pov: Thomas Allen is one of the most ruthless leaders in the mafia gang Hayden Wren heads. Its known as 'Python'. Recently, there's been a fued between the two, hence; Thomas moved to Dubai. The members of the gang thought things would dissolve over time... but it didn't. Communication seized between the two for the past two years. Now, Thomas is back to set things right.

I said. "How long has he had you."He asked me. "Five years."I said nonchalantly. ack you did a good job bringing her here she would be of good help to us."He said with a grin . "So what's the deal."I said looking at him. "You know for years have been trying so hard to bring Brooks down and I think with your help its finally coming to pass." "I don't get it." "let me introduce myself properly, my name is Salvador the leader of this mafia group and the Brooks are the overall leaders ,am tired of being the second I want to be the first."He said.

They wanted me to pay in interest . Before Fred and I dated I'd poured out my heart to him about my Dad and how my brother died . I knew just how much pain being a part of the mafia had cost my family ,but I excluded the part of my brother owing the Syndicate because I was scared ...I was very scared he'd try to pay the depts my brother owed or worse even confront them .... Little did I know he was part of the mafia himself ....funny enough he was the second in command of the mafia .

"I’m sorry, Aria." He kissed her hair, her forehead, her cheeks, desperate and wild. "I thought I was protecting you," he said. "I thought... I was wrong." She pulled back, searching his face. For the first time, she saw the cracks in his armor. Luciano Moretti — the brutal, unstoppable mafia king — was shaking. "I can't lose you," he whispered, cupping her face with bloodstained hands. "I can't." Aria’s heart cracked open.

Matteo demanded. "A long time ago. Before either of you were born, there was a broker who worked the shipping lanes between here and the eastern ports. He never signed anything either. Said a signature was just a confession waiting to be read." Salvatore set the letter down carefully, as if it might still bite him. "He would be an old man now, if he's even alive." "Or he trained someone," I said, "and that someone is still very much alive, and very much interested in us."

My father, murmuring the word across the dinner table to my mother the night before they were both slaughtered. Was this the link? Was this the person who paid Vega? I opened the folder. Encrypted messages. Most were scrambled, incomplete. But not unreadable. Not to me. One line repeated in my head as I read: “This guy doesn’t just fix problems. He erases them. If you want someone gone, you don’t go to a hitman. You go to The Broker. And the price isn’t always money.” The price isn’t always money. I clicked deeper. Another message surfaced:

“You can’t swear that!” “I can,” I said, voice steady. “I’m not in the mafia. I’m an agent for them. I use their network to protect my businesses. They help me safeguard my things, stop robberies, keep rivals out. In return, I move product for them. That’s all.” She stared, breathing hard. “You’re telling me the mafia keeps you safe?” “They keep my empire safe,” I said. “And now, that includes you and Liam. They won’t touch him. They know better.”