The Mafia's Heir Novels & Stories

No, he has the damned treasure in his hands. Leo told me a vague story a few years ago, about one of the biggest catastrophic events that marked a before and after in the history of criminal mafias. Eighteen years ago one of the great heirs of the organizations was born. The successor to the SCU Herr. Rather, the successor. Aria Winter was the one who came as a global threat. This is what happens when it is announced that a leader will spread roots, as is well known, nobody wants a villain to spread, much less someone like a mobster like Winter.

How could that even be possible? Before I have a chance to open my mouth she raises her hand, stopping me as she takes a sip of her tea. She then locks eyes with me and smiles. “Everything you know about the mafia is a lie. I am the heir. My father was the leader of the American mafia in New York. I was trained all my life to take everything into my hands after my father retired, but I fell for your father, Christopher was sweet and kind, and the way he looked at me always made me feel like I was seen. I was always kept in the hiding, I was trained in the underground, and the other families didn’t know about my existence”, she says, and I can relate to that, so that’s where dad got the idea

They both look at Kade but he tells them he had no idea as well. “Believe me I would gladly turn it over to anyone else. I didn’t want it, but since the real heir is missing I had no choice. Honestly, most of the family has gotten out of the mafia at this point. Our family wants nothing to do anything with that shit anymore.” Zane tells us. “What happens if the heir comes forward?” Alex asks. “Then they can either continue with the mafia life or turn what is left over to another family which is what we are all hoping,” Elijah adds.

Immediately after breakfast, Maria's personal guard-initially paid to make sure she couldn't run- led her to the parking lot. Don had approved the two of them to use the silvery Toyota land cruiser TX for the hunt, it had the conspicuous logo of the Red Crescent mafia family. That's what he called the search for Mafia Heir, a hunt to revive a tinge of his legacy. The two women who initially didn’t see eye to eye were forced to co-exist for what the Don called "the greater good" until the heir was found the two were friends whether they liked it or not.

She had done her best to stay away from all the publicity surrounding Belinda, unlike many of the students who happily gave interviews to the press Tash kept her head down and hid herself away whenever she saw the Reporters. Nic and Lucian were the sons of Mafia Dons, originally from Sicily, who had settled in the USA and made millions. The current head of the American Mafia was Romero Galifray, the Son of one the most powerful Dons in the world. He was their Cousins, most of the Mafia Dons were related in some way or another and they were no different their fathers were brothers. Romero's father had been killed when he was a small boy and his Uncle had taken the reins until he became an adu

“Legacy and shit,” So this is what’s been bothering him? “That’s not all,” Miles went on, ignoring the looks on their faces. “After I more or less adopted Cody over there, turns out his family is Mafia. You know what that means? I’m hiding their heir, so they are coming for me. That’s basically the tip of the iceberg, compared to my own father wanting to kill me,” Mrs Sirenio gasped, her eyes wide and filled with horror.

They were basically brothers, like me and Clint. My mothers father, was the boss of the American mafia and it was supposed to be passed down to my mothers first cousin. But he wasn't suited for that world and he wanted nothing to do with it. So my grandfather broke tradition and my father stepped up as the heir of the mafia. That’s were the alliance of the American and Italian mafia came in. My mothers name is Carlson and my father is De Luca. I was given both because both are powerful names.” Lisa nodded her head and I was intrigued by the story.

"You're one lucky son of a bitch, do you know that?" I turn my head slowly, ignoring the painful flare running through my body. As soon as my eyes land on him, I groan again. He sat in the hospital chair next to me, leaning backwards with one foot rested on the other leg. He doesn't look happy. The eyes of Mr. Lambardi, a mafia gang leader and my only father.

My eyes dilated,a part of me wished him to prove my speculations wrong and we'd be only cutting all our ties from the famiglia but my husband's heart and mind was a labyrinth, the more I try to read him,more he confused me. "I'll be taking over the American mafia organization as soon as your father will be out of the picture, since Chase has no interest in this shit, you're his legal heir because he hasn't disowned you. The Italians will soon face a new challenge rising on the horizon of their dead end."He said, his blue eyes fixed on particular nothing but I knew this man, once he made a firm will to achieve something, there's no backing out until or unless he taste success or failure.

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