The Mafia's Heir Novels & Stories

I simply stood behind my father and did my best to remain as stoic as I could. Soon, the Mafia Lord offered to have a discussion with my father. They were both walking towards the same room again, but I caught my father by the sleeve. “You promised!” I said in a strong tone. My voice was adamant and unwavering. “Very well…" He sighed, as though I were a bother to him. Better alive and be bothered than be dead. “Don Mancini. If you may, my daughter would like to join us to engage in the meeting. She is to be the heiress after I'm gone and would like to familiarize herself with the traditions” he said with a smile.

“Hear me out. Our anniversary is coming up soon. It'll be five years of marriage. Then I can get ownership of both mine and her dad's Mafia according to the contract. After that, I'll dump her. And then…” “I get to be your Mafia queen,” Cara beamed. “Yes, and not only that.” My mouth dropped as Kane leaned down and kissed her stomach. “Our little boy will be the rightful heir of the most powerful Mafia in the world.” I slipped out of the chair, hitting the floor with my knees. My body shook as I leaned on the chair for support and kept watching. “Is that why you killed her children? So our baby can be the heir?” she asked, pouting and rubbing her stomach.

A cluster of smaller marks on my forearm from broken glass during a particularly messy extraction. I traced one of the scars absently, remembering the pain, the blood, the way my father had looked at me afterward. "You did well, Catarina. I'm proud of you." Proud. As if nearly dying was an accomplishment. I had two older brothers. Dominic, the eldest, had been groomed since birth to take over the family someday. He was charming, strategic, ruthless when he needed to be. Everything a mafia heir should be. Marco, the middle child, had been raised to oversee the legitimate businesses—the restaurants, the real estate, the investments that kept our family's wealth flowing and our operations clean

Find a way, Keisha, you're the granddaughter of a feared mafia boss, “Stand up Keisha”

Nobody ever likes the cage; hence why, it's a punishment. I own over half of this town and am ready to take over my uncle's legacy as the Mafia King Pin. There's just one slight problem. Dear old uncle's will states that I must produce an Heir within the first year of taking my seat at the head of the table if I want to keep my position.

I asked, as I pulled out a drawer and picked up a phone. “exactly what you have done”, he said bitting his lips. Well dancing to my enemies music wasn’t so bad, was it? My father hated me for this. Putting my life in danger and others as well just to deal with a rival. And that cost him his life. He hated me for taking this type of risk. I mean, that is the reason for the mafia. “Don’t you have questions for him about the deaths at the harbour? I asked, gesturing to the man still tied to the chair, So you can close this case and get out of here”

Dash, you’d have enough money, that’s no…” “I can’t believe you saying this. I know you worked shitty before, drugs and all till I saved you from your own self. All the more reason i can’t believe you’re saying this. Did you actually like that life? And It's nothing compared to the one dad is trying to get me into I assure you. And I’ve satisfied my hunger for money a long time ago. Grand dad left me more properties than he left even my dad before dad eventually shoved his throat up his ass." "So you're like... you've been spending your own money? I thought you're daddy's boy. Was worried where you'd get cash from when you eventually turn against him." "My dad also wanna take advantage of th

Don Dante Moretti didn’t need to raise his voice to command attention. He simply existed and people obeyed. “You both look beautiful,” he said, kissing Bianca’s forehead first before turning to me. “Lucia.” “Papa.” “Tonight is important.” There it was. The reminder. The warning. The mafia version of behave yourselves. “We know,” Bianca murmured. My father’s sharp gaze moved between us carefully. “This alliance with the Romanos strengthens our position in New York. I won’t tolerate embarrassment from anyone tonight.” My stomach tightened slightly.

Or so I thought… I am Leonard Achiel De Mapiol, the first son of the greatest mafia in the country. Not only are we known here, but my father was also branded as one of the deadliest leaders in Southeast Asia. All was going well until Kierro found my father lying unconsciously with his mouth bubbling. He was poisoned, and I am sure that the suspect is inside the group. The security inside the house is severely tightened, and no one has successfully assassinated the past leaders of the group. My mind is completely set out; the mole is just a step away from us. I need to know who that person is before he completely snatches the power from my family’s hard-earned work.

I'm going to break up with that peasant and throw myself into Galvan's arms. How interesting. She could not recognize a pearl in a haystack. If she knew Reuben was the heir to a mafia family, I wondered what her expression would be. 'He wouldn't dare to resist anyway. What can a lowly driver do?' Tracy pondered as she finally made up her mind.