The Mafia's Heir Novels & Stories

Family: Raphael Lockwood (father) Alex (mother deceased) , Michael Lockwood (younger half brother), Amelia Wood (younger sister) Friends: Jason Moore (best friend) ******* Meet Gabriel Lockwood ******* My name is Gabriel Lockwood but everyone calls me Gabe. In the mafia world, I am known as The Heir. That’s all because of my father. Raphael Lockwood. I took over the Italian mafia in New York City around two years ago. Father decided to step down and I took over. My sister is the leader of the British Mafia in New York while Michael decided he doesn’t want anything to do with this business. He is the CEO of Lockwood enterprises and he is doing really well for himself.

He answered. I nodded slowly pretending like I was interested in this topic when in fact I wasn't the least bit interested. "So what? Do I just go on the streets and grab a baby and declare him as my heir?" Roberto chuckled. "I see you are not taking this seriously, Don." "Was I supposed to?" "We got words from the Spanish mafia, Don. The leader there already has two sons and one daughter..." "What does that have to do with me?" "Children means he has an heir, his line is secured. It means the Spanish mafia won't just go under when he dies because he has someone to succeed him..."

I was the proud, untamed rose of the Ferrari family. Every man around me longed to tame me. Only Lorenzo Ricci ever said, "My dear Giulia, you can run as wild as you please." His sincerity moved me, and for the first time, I sought him out. But before I could knock on his door, I heard Lorenzo's tender voice from inside. "Elsa, you promised that if I could put up with that rude, heartless Giulia for three years, you'd believe I truly didn't care that you were born out of wedlock." "The three years are up. Why won't you accept me?" A woman's sobbing voice answered, delicate and fragile. "She's so beautiful. You've probably already fallen for her. But if you dump her in front of everyone at he

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

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”

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.