The Mafia's Heir Novels & Stories

"Because I know you, Enzo. Though deep down you have a vulnerability, you may be the merciless mafia king. You give her importance. And for just this reason I have already won. Though I looked away, I could see Isabella staring at me. My whole attention was on Marco, on determining his next action and how to counter it. But the reality of his comments bit me, probing into the areas I wanted not to face. She was my weakness. The one thing that may bring all I had created down. Tell me who you are working with, I said, my voice like ice. Marco groaned; his smile vanished as he examined me. "It's interesting how things come full circle—isn't it? Enzo, the crimes of the past always catch us back

he said. Selene’s eyes snapped toward him. “Luca.” “I said leave,” he replied, and the room went cold instantly. This time there was no softness left in his voice at all. This was not the exhausted man who held me during seizures. This was Luca Wolfe, mafia heir, future Don, a man used to being obeyed. Even Marco straightened slightly beside the door. Don Adriano looked between both of them carefully, clearly realizing something significant had shifted. Then finally he spoke calmly. “Selene.”

A smile formed on his lips. “Surprise... it didn’t hurt,” he grinned. Onora’s eyes widened. She tried to run, but he caught her, spun her around, and slammed her against the wall. His grip locked tightly around her wrists, pinning her there. She whimpered. “You punched me, and you must pay.” Pay? “Your husband didn’t tell you? Mafia don’t do free. You can’t punch me for free,” he smirked. Mafia. Her husband was a mafia. She had read many stories about them—dangerous men who manipulated others to get what they wanted.

Babysitting the Mafia’s Heir . Chapter 5: meeting the Mafia’s Heir . Joaquin fixes Jesse with a narrowed look, mocking a silent laugh before shaking his head. "No, c'mon. It's fine. It'll be fine. He loves me enough that he won't kill me." Jesse hums, patting Joaquin’s arm as he passes him around the hood of the car, climbing the steps to stand in front of large, grey double doors. "After you," he insists and doesn't miss the eye roll he gets as Joaquin lets himself in.

The heir to a mafia family, Aurelio Bianchi, had a new lover who was a pure and innocent college student. When the news reached Sofia Marino, she was kneeling on the velvet carpet of a luxury boutique, fitting shoes for a wealthy woman. A coworker held a phone in front of her, showing a photo from a gossip tabloid. Surprisingly, the usually arrogant Aurelio had gone into a noisy pizza shop in Dunmere with that young woman. He turned slightly to shield her from the crowd, his expression full of undisguised affection.

“If he doesn’t want me, then anyone who does want me… won’t have me either.” There’s a pause. Then Stephanie exhales slowly. “Damn… that’s… kind of sad,” she says. “I’m not sad,” I snap quickly. She raises her hands slightly in surrender. “Okay, okay.” But then….her eyes light up again. “Still…” she leans in slightly, lowering her voice like she’s about to share a secret, “he said he’s from a Mafia family.” I stiffen slightly. “And?” I say carefully. “And he’s the heir,” she adds, her voice practically glowing with excitement. “Marcella, do you understand what that means?”

I am the CEO of my company and no one dares to double-cross me. Besides all of my legitimate business, I am a mafia boss. I control the Italian Mafia in America. From guns to drugs to strip clubs I do it all. I found out I was the heir from the Italian Mafia when my grandfather died, I was 25. I never met him, as my father decided to leave the mafia my grandfather never had the chance to meet me. My father rejected it all but I didn’t. I was thirsty for money and power. I wanted all. Everything I was entitled to. My cousin Gabriel runs the Things in Italy. We decided to split the duty and rule together.

There's a pause, then a sigh, “The man who ordered the hit on you two last night wasn’t Italian.” I furrow my brows, wasn't Italian? That can't be right "I know what I heard last night." "I'm not disputing the fact that the men who shot you weren't Italian, I'm just saying that while they are part of the mafia, their status in the family isn't permanent." "Explain." “They’re heirs, Aaron", Cillian states, “Sons of made men. Kids who haven’t earned their spot at the table yet. Meaning they can be rented out. Bought. Borrowed or simply used and discarded whenever they feel like it.”

He pointed his finger at me, shouting “The one, whom you treated as an uncle, was a spy and a killer, who worked for a mafia clan.” The word ‘Mafia’ terrified me. I got involved with someone related to the mafia. “H-How do you know that?” I questioned. He left me but I didn’t run away. I stood still wanting to know the answers. “Because… I belong to a mafia family and I’m the mafia heir.” His confession dumbfounded me. If I had not known it and things were as usual, my feelings for him would have strengthened. I nearly fell for a mafia heir.

They deserve nothing but the best and I'll do everything to provide them with the best. I'm happy that Alesa found someone who loves her with his whole heart. And mostly importantly I know him and his family. And I'm sure that he will never break his heart. I've seen ace since he was born. He grew up in front of me and my family. He's really a nice boy. And he is also the heir to the American mafia. His father will hand over him the mafia once he turn 22. We already have allies with American mafia but it will get stronger.