The Mafia's Heir Novels & Stories

I teased, trying to ease the stiffening of his chest muscles with my unfiltered question. I want to blame it on the rough sex we just had, but honestly, I lost the ability to filter my words and spilled the first thing that came into my mind. Although I’ve been dwelling on that question for some time, it’s only now that I found the courage to voice that out. “Technically, you are the sole heiress of the American mafia,” he mumbled, voice restrained for some odd reason. “You know... since Nadia is dead to everyone.” Just the mention of her name sent an icy drizzle over my heated body. Since I saw her in the safe house, I haven’t come to terms with her resurrection.

Clyde took a few seconds before he processed what Clyde just told him. "Mafia Boss?" He asked. He only heard that in fictional books and movies. "Are you kidding me? Do you think I'll buy that?" He asked unbelievably and chuckled. "Don't buy it if you don't want to. I have nothing to explain to you, Clyde. Ever since I was born, I already became part of the Mafia world, full of gangsters and assassins. My parents are also Mafia Bosses and I am their heir. Gabe and Estevan, the three of us are the heirs of the Clybornes." He first explained what he needed to know about them. Clyde has no idea. All this time, he thought of them as an ordinary person just like him.

“Let’s just say I don’t like him much. But he’s my heir. He’ll take over everything soon and I can’t afford distractions like you.” My chest tightened painfully. His heir? That meant Rhett… Rhett was his son and he was a mafia heir. But before I could respond, Dominic flicked his hand toward his men. “Take them both.” They grabbed Mara and me roughly, dragging us back through the hall. Mara kept whispering prayers under her breath, trembling so badly. They shoved us out into an open courtyard, and Dominic followed behind, every step measured and cruelly slow. “Vai a chiamàre Rhett,” he said to one of them standing beside him.

Back in El Tricolor, there's a rule: If I don't get married by thirty, I have to go back and marry the woman my father arranged for me. When my girlfriend, Stella Ross, heard this, her face filled with complete disdain. "Arranged marriage? Is your home in some remote tribe? Or are you stuck in the Middle Ages? Alan, quit with these pathetic excuses to force a marriage!" She let out a mocking laugh and pulled out a ring. "I was actually planning to accept your proposal and even bought us a pair of rings. But since you're so desperate, I think we both need some space to cool off." With that, she tossed the ring straight to her assistant, Ethan Parker. The marriage I had waited years for w

He knew I will do what I just promised or I will die trying. “Misha, you can’t act harshly. You don’t know the rules and you can’t run the family now….. Renzo started to say but I glared at him making him stop then grit his teeth. “You don’t have a right to middle in my family and my affairs; Mr. Valentino this thing is mine and mine alone. And as you know I am the only heir to this empire and it is not something new that women run a mafia family, you have your friend Cacilia for example, she is doing great and no one questions her.”

They were taken in by the elderly man in a grand mansion that resembled a palace. There, Aleah noticed numerous men in suits surrounding the estate. She discovered that her grandfather was no ordinary businessman—he was the leader of a powerful mafia group in Italy. His real name was Antonio De Luna. At the mansion, Antonio recounted the reason he hadn't been with Aleah's mother for 20 years. He was once the Alpha of a pack, but an unexpected tragedy struck, leading to the death of most of his pack members. He was blamed for failing to protect them from a deadly epidemic. The only ones he had managed to save were his own family. This incident was why he never formed another wolf pack, nor wa

” He finished narrating what happened, and I was a crying mess by the time he was done. “Aren't Mafia families supposed to stay together? How come you weren't around when it happened?” I asked with a choked voice. “Back then, I just wanted to live a peaceful life; I didn't want anything to do with the Mafia until that day" he said with a sorrowful voice. “Is the man still alive?” I asked through gritted teeth. “I led our people to take revenge on him and his family. I killed him and his wife myself, but his son and daughter escaped,” he said with a hint of anger.

Draco started. Jeremy and Kevin stood at the main gate of the calm premises. Of course, no one would enter the place ,but they were just there for formality sake. Evans, the driver waited in the car. "Second , is to announce that my son's betrothed has been brought home, forcefully of course. Ray is the heir as you all know and if he doesn't get married as soon as possible, our mafia would face the risk of being shortlisted. An heir is the strength of every mafia. Juan's son is married already and that's probably why he thinks he has more authority than us. "

I am the heir of the Ferraro family. I must marry Zoe according to the family’s wishes to become the next Don. Once I become the Don, no one can separate Chloe and me. As long as this ceremony is completed. I thought about Chloe, and she had changed. The deep affection and love she once showed me had turned into distance and doubt. Her gaze was like a thorn, stabbing into my heart. But the promise my father made was too tempting. Being with Chloe for a lifetime, this was my dream. Now, it was just a matter of weighing my options.

Vultures descended, carving out chunks of their territory and supply lines until their operations were a hollow shell. The Costellos fared no better; several of their critical overseas holdings were absorbed in a series of ruthless, anonymous transactions, leaving them bleeding money and influence. Everyone in the mafia world watched, a chorus of cold amusement and schadenfreude. "Serves them right. You don't accidentally step on the heir to the Luciano throne." "The real joke is Luca Rossi. A heir of an ordinary mafia family, thinking he could arrest a king. He isn't even a small fish in that pond—he is the algae."