Romans & histoires The Mafia Who Lost His Cool

“He is too soft for a position like that! He lost his wife and went into ghost mode for years! He will fail the entire family if he takes that position” I nodded my head in agreement, and he stood up angrily. I couldn't help but carefully look at the tailored satin suit he wore which obviously cost an arm and a leg. The Don is the youngest and hottest among all the other mafia’s. Well I mean Maverick is a bit hotter than him, but Micheal has style, he is so much into fashion, and he is a crazy-ass psychopath! I love that about him. I am not gay, but I could turn one for him.

Marcus looked mentally unhinged, his mind frayed to the breaking point. "Do you know what it feels like, Lorenzo?" Marcus sobbed, his shaking voice echoing off the concrete walls. "Do you have any idea what it is like to watch the only two people you cared about get murdered while your best friend just stands there watching?" "Oh God Marcus no, please," I pleaded, taking a cautious step. "I was young, new to the Mafia! I was helpless! I could not have done anything to stop my father!"

He looked like he was carved out by the gods themselves. I couldn’t imagine a man like that settling down. He probably had a harem of women. All the men in the mafia did. Cathal cheated on his wife multiple times, Lorcan had a different girlfriend every day, and Finn Kavanagh was always at the brothel. He was Cathal’s youngest son and the irresponsible one. I had never seen him sober since his mother and Uma died two years ago. He rarely ever came home, and no one did anything about it.

How did I end up here? From keeping the side of a dangerous mafia lord for three years, to work for a mafia boss as a prey. I wanted to step back, to run, to vanish back into the safety of the world I knew. Victor, the calm, collected man before me—was the same man who had almost killed me once, yet now he spoke as if nothing had happened. And he wasn’t even mentioning Adrian. Not once. Only work. Like we didn't have a history. “Are you in?” he interrupted. His tone left no room for hesitation. Sharp. Precise. Almost terrifyingly calm.

I turned and rushed back inside the door. He had changed his habits and behaviour toward me a lot. He tried to be a good person to me. He genuinely cared for me. He threatened me that he did not want a single tear in my eyes. He apologised for forcing me to marry him. He would be seething with anger and still would pass his smile to me. I had heard mom saying he had been crueller to people than before. He had wiped away more than half the men of the south mafia. He was badly craving to have Maya back to kill her. She was also one of the killers of his brother. Tears rolled down my cheeks. I reached the balcony and stared out.

He grudgingly faced the contract and grabbed a pen to sign it. "Great. Now get out. I'll see you when I need you"I ordered, venom laced in my tone. He stumped out my office whilst I watched him go with a satisfied smirk. "Stefano looked very angry when he walked out of your office" Marco, one of my capos said with a chuckle as he walked into my office. Marco was not only part of my mafia but he was like a brother to me. I could count on him whenver I needed him. We were like fire and ice.

Reckless actions do lead to poor outcomes. The sun above my head is now in front of me. Time takes forever to pass by as I take time to process all that went down. Alessandro’s footsteps make me lift my chin. He sits right in front of me, the mud tainting his expensive suit. His unsympathetic mafia boss self was hidden deep under, the man in front of me looked defeated. His gaze didn't meet mine, he spoke with his eyes fixated on the floor.

You never cared about anyone else. "It's how you should be in the mafia!" He responded, his jaw clenched and his eyes locked on me, "It's either you or no one!" "Well, now you have no one to get you out of this." I smirked, taking out my dagger from my hostler since I was still dressed up from that party, "I'm gonna take over the Russian Mafia, after I kill you." "You won't dare to kill me," he rolled his eyes, "I'm your father and you're my daughter!" He shouted which made me laugh darkly, "Sean was your son and Michael was my best friend—you didn't hesitate before shooting them, you bloody asshole!"

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne

He stood up, threw his glass aside and put his cut tongue in his mouth and kept his hand on his mouth. “Mikhail doesn't make a sound because nobody can listen. My friend! Your second in command boss was lucky as I just put a bullet in his head who thought to touch my Woman. What did you think I would leave you…I am Capo of the world’s mafia organisation for no reason ... .such an idiot you are!…AMber I think they are not taking me seriously..tck tck. You took steps to my Queen and do you think I would leave you all. Wait tomorrow your boss will also join you on the way to hell” saying that Falcone took second and Mikhail’s body was on the floor. Falcone slit his neck very easily; nobody coul