The Mafia's Heir Novels & Stories

I just sat stabbing the porridge in with a bored face, “Wish my dad would snuggle in some chocolates right now.” Tasi laughed beside me while lowering her head, “ I'm not sure he even knows that you're here.” I scoffed, “ Of course he knows, don't be surprised that he gave out the order for us to be placed here in the first place.” She shook her, “ sorry to say this but your dad is a sadist, if my dad was a mafia leader he wouldn't do shit like this, I mean you are his heir.” I nodded, “ You don't have to be sorry, you can bad - mouth him all you want, i wouldn't even care.”

His eyes didn't open, but his jaw worked, his lips moving slightly as if he were trying to find the words to argue with me through the drug-induced sleep. I leaned my back against the brick wall, my bare, mud-stained feet resting against the cold floorboards. The midnight deadline had passed. My father was somewhere in the fog, hunting for a ledger that could destroy the city. Silas De Luca was fleeing toward the border. And I was sitting in a back-alley vet clinic, guarding a mafia heir who had promised to lock me in a vault.

“But the mafia is growing stronger and it has grown bigger than all of us and I will not live to see it crumble under my rule or yours either. I won’t be able to live with the shame and ridicule that comes with it even in the afterlife.” “What do you mean, father?” I asked, feeling tensed as I sensed the pressure hovering above us getting heavier than it had been at the start. “I’m not rooting for you to fail but in the face of impending doom, I need to have a second option to protect our legacy,” Xander replied. “I’m your only son, father. The heir to all of these and the mafia is my birthright. What other option would you seek when you have me?” I was getting frustrated but I was managing

Marco said, hesitant. Thinking about my father, I realised he was the only obstacle between me and the inheritance of the mafia family clan. Even if my father and I were involved in taking Stephanie down, he, as my father and the eldest, would be the one to take over the mafia clan once my grandfather stepped down. But I didn't want that. I've always wanted to be the head of our mafia family clan, and right now I am willing to do anything to have it all to myself, even if it means killing my own father.

Was that the excuse he was giving me, mafia? He scared me when he shot the man, but knowing he did it to protect me made my heart flutter like he would kill to protect me. Am I sane for liking a killer? I laughed at his joke about the mafia. Right. He continued, Kimberly I'm serious, I am and so was your dad and you are currently the heir to ur father's organization, the last time he told me I was the heir to my father’s wealth. Was this the wealth? “Don't bring my dad into this mess," I spoke.

Even if he's convicted and imprisoned, the next generation would carry on from where he stopped. Aside from that, even if Marcel wanted out of the Mafia, he couldn't since he was buried waist-deep in their activities. He was his father's heir and current leader of the Luciano clan, and he knew how much sacrifice his father had made to put him there even though he ascended earlier.

"You kill me and my father will make sure the Bratva pays for taking away his only heir." "Only heir?"I chuckle darkly, wiping the blood from my knuckles with the edge of his already ruined suit jacket. "As far as heirs go, Your father will be more than happy to have finally gotten rid of the stain on his reputation. Besides, I think it's about time the Italian mafia got a female don, don't you?" His sister had been building momentum behind the scenes for quite some time now, something I knew that Antonio's father was not unaware of.

Vincent says. Nickolas smiles, “I am not afraid, Uncle. I will do my best for this family,” Nick assures. “That’s good to hear,” “Uncle, can I ask you something?” Nick asks Vincent. Dan and Dylan’s attention turned to that question. “Yes, you can ask me anything,” “Why did you choose me?” Nick asks without having hesitation. This has been in his mind for a long time. Magnus should be the next Capo for this mafia family but Vincent has chosen Nick as the heir, that's something he doesn’t understand why.

“A group of mafia families came together to increase their dominance over their enemies. Back then, the families helped each other. Over time, the organization grew. “More families were added. Connections were shared. They even made donations to the less privileged, but as more generations were born, greed set in, causing a separation between the families. “The organization remained because of the fear and respect it brought the families even though they no longer trusted each other. Years later, and this is where we are.” “Everyone is gunning for the title of families, the leader of the organization. It’s all fucked up.” “You’ll survive. Brace yourself for later. We don’t know the outcome o

As he scratched his head, Vincent remembered another term and condition he should remember: only descendants or blood-related family members could inherit the mafia’s legacy. Subconsciously, Vincent nodded his head and made Cedric feel more proud of his deception. The youngest uncle had fallen into his trap, he thought. All he needed to do now was just push him slightly into agreeing to team up with him. The mafia’s heir persuaded, “If I'm being honest, Uncle, I'd rather be willing to let my father's mafia reign be passed on by you than Uncle Miller. Join me, and you'll have everything my father owns." ‌