The Mafia's Heir Novels & Stories

he confessed, Scooby in turn sat beside him thoughtfully. "Unfortunately, it may be that Levi may die before you do," he told him fearfully. "What do you mean? "That his involvement with the mafia is far beyond what we can imagine, we have an important mafia heir, and it seems they are investigating the Fischer family. "Who is investigating? "One of the illegitimate heirs, obviously it would be hard to believe that Levi is dead, if the Hatawhay knew what would happen if they killed you two, they wouldn't be trying to do so much harm.

He'd win anyways. " I won't work on this plan until I get a full proof plan to survive, of coarse after winning. I don't want my fruit to be passed to my cousin, Brandon or someone else." I say after debating with myself. "There's no war ever fought without a sacrifice, Hunter. You may rule this empire after you defeat the Inferno Morto, the organization sitting on the apex of this mafia world for decades." He stands up from his chair and rounds his way to the mini bar. Pouring himself a glass of neat gin, he tilts his head to pass me a wary look," In case, you die fighting for this power game, I want you to make sure you leave an heir behind you, a male heir, who has to continue our bloodli

Fear began to creep into Anna’s chest. Anna felt the palms of her hands suddenly grow cold as her thoughts began to race. Lombardy is known as a region under mafia control. News reports indicate that Xavier Vanderbilt, the owner of the Vanderbilt Real Estate Group, has been implicated in several mafia scandals. To Anna, those reports now seem like empty claims. Xavier isn’t just involved with the mafia—he is one of them. Anna unconsciously touched her neck as she recalled what had happened the night before, when Xavier had choked her and tried to kill her. It wasn’t impossible that after this, he would strangle her again or even kill her if she acted recklessly.

the man whispers urgently, "Rick hasn't been seen since the job. He was supposed to make the trade with the organization, but he never showed up with the hundreds of millions. What's going to happen?" Alonzo's brow furrows, his expression darkening. He ponders the revelation for a moment, and then his gaze turns to me, still obscured by the mask. Panic surges through me afresh. The man continues, "They mentioned he had a daughter, betrothed to you, ages ago. Her name is Julia Rocco." A shiver down my spine at the mention of my name. Betrothed? How? I watch as Alonzo's eyes narrow in thought, and then he chuckles, a sinister sound that sends chills down my spine.

I looked down at my glass of orange juice, which still had half a glass left on the glass table. “Sorry for your loss, Sweetheart. But life has its own cycles. And now you’re entering the next phase.” Alessandro looked earnest, but I couldn’t believe it. “It’s time to tell you what you’re here for, Amelia.” The man then got up from his chair and gave me the code to follow him, as did my mother, who immediately followed me. We arrived in a room that I assumed was Alessandro’s study. “Is this about my father’s inheritance?” I started our conversation with a question.

The real world wouldn't wait, and the longer I hid, the harder it'd be when I finally faced it. And what if I never went back? I shut that thought down before it could take root. The Morgan empire was mine to inherit, for better or worse. Walking away wasn't an option-not with my father's health hanging by a thread and our business teetering on a precarious balance between legitimacy and legacy. I was the heir, the one who was supposed to pull us into a safer future, to shift our focus to the legal fronts and cut back on the risks. If I could build on what we already had, maybe I could protect our family, lessen the danger. Without me, the empire would eventually collapse, torn apart by infi

I glanced at him in question and he took that moment to shut the partition before turning his attention to me. “They’re with us,” He stated, as though he could read the question and my unease. I sighed and rested against the seat ready to look out the window but then he spoke again. “There are a few things you need to know about my grandfather, Vincenzo Guiseppe,” I still kept my gaze on the window as I noted the nice houses and shops we passed, until his next words sailed into my ears. “He’s the heard of the Italian Mafia and I’m his only surviving heir,”

He greeted the Mafia boss who was seated in the living room "Did you see the news? You are all over the media, the son of DiCaprio Mafia's Consigliere, Jason Roman is now the new heir to the DiCaprio Mafia Empire" Antonio said, staring into his phone "Yes Sir, I saw that on the news" Jason affirmed "Well? How do you feel about your new job?" Antonio enquired

“Who do you think it is?” He clicked his tongue. “No one knows.” “Really?” Her brows furrowed. “After my dad’s death, who took over?” “Alessandro.” The way he said the name with malice didn’t go unnoticed. “He took over everything, including your dad’s clan. He was the second respected man in the mafia world, so it was easy to take over after your father died and you his heir was nowhere to be found.” ‘Nowhere to be found’ The word hits her hard.

Sounds like a sadistic torture to your own child. “Yes. My family would grow and the more, the many. We grow in numbers as much as we grow in strength. I can protect but I cannot keep my position forever.” “So you plan on settling down and letting a child take over the mafia?” “I took over after my father’s murder at just thirteen. I had security and delegates to speak for me to hide my age but I’ve ruled and doubled this empire since I took over. My heir can do the same.” “What is your “little heir” is a woman?” I’m sure he hadn’t thought about that.