The Mafia's Heir Novels & Stories

“You mean other business or unfinished obsession?” I let go and sighed. “You know the Roosevelt Group, the Italian mafia syndicate?” Alex frowned. “Yeah. What about them?” “Their Godfather died last night,” I said flatly. “His son, Theodore Roosevelt, has inherited the title.” Alex typed something quickly on his tablet. “Right… and rumor has it, he’s the ex-boyfriend of Chairman Mark Chris’s daughter.” My hand froze. “Ex-boyfriend?” I repeated, almost laughing. “So my so-called wife had a past relationship with a mafia heir. No wonder her father wanted her married off fast.”

I cried for the first since their death, I held to this chest as wipe bitterly for them. "That bastard will pay for what they did to my parents." "They'll ALL PAY!" But uncle Ryan did grandpa knew about it. Yeah, he did. He was the first MAFIA leader after all. But both I and your grandpa knew the rightful heir? Yeah, your dad. But our father knew your dad wasn't interested in taking part in the family business. So I stepped up and run things ruthlessly. You Lilly carry this family fire in your eyes. You have the Same monster look in your Eyes as your father, but you work on techniques more.

Her phone was seized, she doesn't even come out of the room to eat instead they bring the food to her and then come back for the plate when she's finished. She felt she might not survive it any longer. She loosened her hair and her hair pin fell to the floor. She picked it up, bent and inserted it into the keyhole. She turned it anticlockwise twice then turned it clockwise and the door unlocked. She learnt this trick from her father when she was little. Her father too is a Mafia. I know you must be wondering how she got here. Well it happened that her father is owing Romero a lot of money which he can't pay back so the only way to settle the debt was to give out his only daughter, Bella.

We won. We entered a smoked glass door on this tall building 3 days after the conquest. Wearing a corporate suit, we'll meet the 'bosses' for formalities regarding our training as one of their mafia teams. Heading to the front to bow, I raised my head, and I saw Theon in the middle. I didn't show my shock, the two gasps. I knew someone's up with him. He's the 'Mafia Chairman' according to the pin on his coat. The meeting have this cold air, we remained stoic.

"She dies now. Her death will be blamed on a rival Family, stabilizing the Mafia's position." ​"You are mistaken" Xavier roared, pushing past his own discipline. "She is not the primary target, You have the wrong information, She is not the one who knows.. " ​The assassin hesitated, a fractional pause of professional doubt. "The asset has proof of the mafia's flight and carries his heir. The file is clear: Loose End."

Worse, he’s forgotten who they belong to. I didn’t want to get involved. I told Luciano I was done with this shit. That whatever fires needed putting out in Messina weren’t my concern anymore. He can send Enzo to deal with it, but I was wrong. Romano didn’t just cross a line. He slaughtered two innocents. Shattered a young girl’s world. He put his fucking hands on Russo blood. La mia famiglia. And now? Now he’s going to be reminded of exactly who the fuck I am. The underworld is about to quake. And this time, I’ll carve my name back into Sicily one body at a fucking time.

France was just the beginning of another chapter for us, one filled with exploration, laughter, and unforgettable memories waiting to be made. Even though I wanted our family to stay quiet and far from trouble, especially from that mafia world, I couldn’t erase from Dark’s bloodline the legacy of the mafia. It ran from generation to generation, and I knew that. So even though I worried for our children, especially Zeus who I knew was Dark’s heir, I couldn’t stop him. Now, more than ever, it seemed he wanted to cling to something I didn’t understand.

Felt him groan into my neck like he wanted to drown in me. And now here he was. The Heir of the fucking De Luca Syndicate. You’ve got to be kidding me.

"Tell him you'll fix it on your part, make something up. I'm trying to take care of you, that one or the other boot lickers is trying to overtake you." "I don't want you to take care of me! And that's the most twisted definition I've ever heard of caring for someone!" "Well, it's about time you realized I'm a little twisted. Mina, you're just getting to know what this whole world is about. If you let me, I can show you everything, as long as you go carefully and follow my every precaution." Your world. The business one. The mafia. The money guys. Politics. The power one.

She was born to the Gambino family, a mafia family that also had a history of hundreds of years, and shared a higher status in the mafia world than the Colombo family. Moreover, Cecelia was beautiful and knew how to cheer people up. Most importantly, she was particularly understanding. After the passing of his oldest son, she was still willing to marry his youngest son, Adrian. How could anyone not like her?