The Mafia's Heir Novels & Stories

I love you too. ''So don't worry about anything else. '' Damon says. ''And why this heir to nothing thing? I let out a sigh. ''I overheard one of his henchmen talking about it, that every mafia leader has to have an heir. ''It is not necessary to have heirs. You see, in the mafia in Italy, Christopher is married to a man and has an adopted child. Only he doesn't want to involve his son in the mafia, so when he dies, his best henchman will take charge. '' Lucifer says and kisses my forehead.

Micah followed. He was right. Gerard would be out of the country in a few days. Judging by his situation, I knew he would seek the help of the Sicilian mafia. Russians would be on his tail. And it would be a matter of seconds when they would find him. And that would be the perfect time for Alejandro for expanding his empire. And I couldn't let that happen. I was the heir of the Italian mafia, and that would be a shame to let him claim my father's ancestry as his own.

In the underworld, power is paid for in blood and betrayal. And I was born to rule. I survived the back alleys of the Bronx. Then I was adopted by two different mafia families. The first family's fake daughter cried. She wanted my territory. I smiled. I crushed her. I took every illegal casino and smuggling route in Brooklyn. The second family's fake heir slit his wrists for pity. I yawned. I took his black Amex. And the keys to the armory. I won. Clean. Both times. I sent those two idiots to the most dangerous prison on the East Coast. At twenty, a bloody DNA report showed up. Turns out, I'm the long-lost daughter of the Callahans. The biggest Irish mob in Boston. My first day at the Callah

Vivian Hawthorne and Luka Devereaux were best friends once — before their families' fifteen-year blood feud turned them into strangers who happened to hate each other. She left for London to escape the mafia world her family built. He vanished into Russia to escape the ghosts his family left behind. Neither planned on ever seeing the other again. Then the one man who kept their families from destroying each other dies — and leaves behind a will that changes everything. Marry within three days. Stay married for a year. Or watch everything he built fall into the hands of a cartel that will bury them all. Vivian has three days to save two empires by giving her life to the one man sh

Liliac POV: I stared out the window of my plane watching the clouds go by, while on one hand was a letter from my grandfather asking me to return to Greece. I spent most of my life in the US studying after the death of my parents, Grandfather thought it was better for me to stay away from all these until he could finally call me home. My name is Liliac Roman, Granddaughter of Roman Derez, the God father of the City of Greece and the most ruthless Mafia kingpin in the whole of Greece.

"So this is transactional." "Everything is transactional, Miss Harrington." He pulled out his phone, typed something, then pocketed it again. "My offer: You come with me. You tell me everything you know about Julian's deal. In exchange, I keep you alive and help you take back what's yours." "And if I refuse?" "Then I leave you here with your principles and two corpses." His expression didn't change. "Your choice. But my car leaves in thirty seconds." Tia looked at the wreckage of her Aston Martin, at the bodies of men sent to kill her, at the ruins of her white engagement dress. Behind her was a fiancé who'd planned to rob and murder her. Ahead was a mafia king offering a devil's bargain.

He took a deep breath, “I am paying for my past sins. Only that the consequences are too great” I took a deep breath, and got into a seat opposite him. “Talk to me, Dad”. “Eighteen years ago, I was in a mafia mob. We ran the slum, traded on drugs, and laundered money for aristocrats. After I gathered enough, I thought that was the end of it,” he paused and took a breath. “Well, last month, my name was traced to a shady transaction dated eighteen years back. The FBI came for me and took me in for questioning. And now, I stand the risk of going to jail. Some of my major accounts have been frozen already and the investors are leaving”.

Matteo Rizzo Matteo is the new leader of the Italian mafia in New York at the age of thirty. His parents were killed in a plane crash when he was only eighteen, making him the sole heir to the throne. Matteo had to take care of his younger sister with the help of his father’s best friend that soon became like a father to him. Matteo was trained since a young age in weapons and martial arts, and he has an endurance for fighting that is envied by a lot of people. Matteo is extremely successful, hard-working and he takes no shit from anyone. Most feared him, and whenever someone crosses his path, they don’t live to tell the tale. He leads the mafia with confidence and perseverance. Matteo is ob

As I did, the sleeve of his shirt rolled up just enough for something to catch my eye. A tattoo. My gaze hardened immediately. The ink was dark and clear against his skin — the head of a cobra, its mouth wide open, fangs bared. My jaw tightened. There was only one group that carried that mark. Santiago’s mafia. My anger rose instantly, sharp and hot. “So this is your move,” I muttered under my breath. I stood up and grabbed my phone. Within minutes, the boys arrived upstairs. They didn’t ask questions. They had been with me long enough to understand what needed to be done when they saw a dead body on the floor.

“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?”