The Mafia's Heir Novels & Stories

"Thank god I refused to be the part of this crazy mafia shit. Otherwise that old man would've played me too!" Mateo nodded quietly. Leonardo was the eldest son of the mafia, he was said to be the first heir but at the very time of taking over the throne he backed off wisely. All the politics going on in their business was something he wanted to avoid and that's what he did. Hence all the business fell in the hands of the second heir, the underboss of their mafia. 'Alejandro Garcia!' As for Mateo, he was the adopted son by their grandfather hence sharing no blood relation with them, he rather chose to handle the legal authorities of the mafia than ruling.

He never fucking liked me and I did nothing to earn his approval because I would never get it. l am Alessia Ferrari the Don of the Italian mafia. Father only passed it down to me because he is dying and he has no male heirs, which is quite unfortunate for the bastard. He did not even have any illegitimate sons despite the fact that he fucked day in and day out. He hated watching me take over his mafia, making it mine, making the power mine. But I never asked for this life.

“My father was a hard man. He’d been raised in the Mafia, for the Mafia, and he expected his sons to live the same life he did.” Layla merely watched me, giving me room to speak. “I was never supposed to take over for him—that should have been my older brother Matteo. He was the golden child. Strong, smart, and everything my father wanted in a successor. “But the Mafia is all about blood and bloodlines.” “If one dies,” Layla supplied in a low voice, “the next of kin takes over.” “Without question, without hesitation,” I agreed. “I told myself I wasn’t meant for that life. I told myself Matteo was born for it, that he wanted it. That he’d make a great leader.”

Brenda stood anxiously by the front door, her heart racing as she awaited Damien’s arrival. Her mind was overwhelmed with a turbulent mix of anger and confusion. She had stumbled upon the letter in Damien’s office, a letter that revealed her true identity as the heir to one of the most infamous and powerful mafia families in the city. The letter disclosed that on her 22nd birthday, she would inherit the vast family fortune, a wealth beyond imagination.

"I had been his favourite, but he chose to treat me in such a manner. Like a common criminal. That was what I foolishly thought. When we got home, everyone was already at our home, waiting for me to return. Nonno had walked up to me and given me such a resounding slap that made every other person flinch. After which he told me that as discipline, I was going to leave for a military training academy at Miami. His punishment wasn't sending me to the military academy. Moreover, I had always been Alexander's spare." "How do you mean?" I asked in confusion. "I mean that, Alexander was originally the mafia heir. I never was." "Really?" That was suprising. There were really a lot I didn't know. "Ye

I yelled at him, and instead of him yelling back at me, and telling me how worthless I was like he always does, he didn't, but just went back to sit down. This is really so unbelievable. Carter is just too full of himself to not respond to me, and remains this calm after I had yelled at him. Maybe he is in a good mood today, and doesn't want to make trouble, and that was why he just left her. Because from what I know Carter isn't a calm person, in fact he is trouble himself. You don't expect a Mafia boss to not be in trouble. For the years I have been with him, anytime I had the opportunity to go out with him, especially when his father insisted he take me along, he would always be brutal an

"But Father she's...timid," "Even more reason why she's fit for it," My father stood up at once, his black coat with gray fur hanging off his well-built body that contrast with his old age. "She won't just be marrying into the Don family, no. She will act as my spy, feeding me useful information and all. And the best part is no one will suspect that she's capable of such," "Aria is going to get married to Vincenzo whether she likes it or not, and that's the end of it." I watched my father make the final decision over my life, as always.

"You came all the way here to propose a business arrangement?" Her eyebrow rose. "That's a very cold way to describe it." "It's an accurate way." She sighed. "Fine." For a moment, silence settled between us. Then she smiled again. The smile was softer this time. More calculated. "I know what people expect." I leaned against the counter. "Do you?" "Of course." She took another step forward. "I'm the daughter of a mafia boss." "And?" "And you're the heir to one of the most powerful families in the country."

In the fifth year of my secret marriage to Dante Greco, a notorious Los Angeles mafia heir, I became pregnant. While I was at the family hospital for a prenatal checkup, I happened to see Vivienne Sarti's Instagram. "He says I'm still pretty even when I'm pregnant!" In the photo, she was lying lazily in a man's arms. My chest tightened at once. On his finger was the lion-head ring worn by the Greco Don. I tapped the "Like" button. Seconds later, Vivienne called me. "Ana, I wasn't trying to upset you. I was—" Before Vivienne could finish, Dante snatched the phone from her. "Anna Reid, who gave you permission to monitor our social media accounts? I've explained it to you plenty of times. We gr

He sighs. "Why would someone want to shoot you?" "It wasn't the first time and it probably won't be the last." Unsatisfied that he keep dodging my question, I sat up and turned to face him. "Rafael, please tell me what's going on. I want the truth." I stared at him. He sighed and struggled to sit himself up. "I'm the heir to The Montez Mafia. I take the seat after my father steps down."