The Mafias Angel Novels & Stories

city of Florence was too beautiful. Too golden. Too poetic for the kind of life he wants to live. And poetry? It can’t save you from the mafia. Angel chewed his lips. He wants to go back to America. Period. Angel’s legs moved fast. His head was down but vigilant. Hands tucked into the long sleeves of his white stretchable shirt. His boots tapped against the cobblestone with urgency. His long necklace swayed slightly with every step. Eyes darting. ‘Where are they?’

Located in the middle of town, she wouldn't have friends or contacts nearby, keeping her at a distance. I flashed a smile at the lady, one that was as sweet as it was fake. Taking her seat, I sat down across from her, examining her with a glance. She giggled, but there was nothing about her that interested me aside from the money and connections she would bring. Her name was Angelina D'Amico, the daughter of the fourth powerful mafia family. The risk I was taking was worth it, for the reward far outweighed the danger. I spoke softly, my words dripping with honeyed deceit, "Angelina, your beauty is unparalleled."

Arnulfo kept his cool, not giving anything away. "Vito," Arnulfo said, his voice steady but his mind already racing through the plan. "I need a favor. A big one." Arnulfo could feel the wheels turning in Vito's head. Vito was the head of a rival mafia group which had influence and reach over the city. They'd met before, but in no way that required them to become this close. Arnulfo knew that asking for help from a man like Vito was dangerous-but desperate times called for desperate measures.

"You haven't let any of this break you yet. Don't let it start now." I sat with that. The folder on the nightstand. The tea going cool. Mara in the chair she'd pulled around to face me, present and steady and entirely unsentimental about it. "I'm angry," I said. "Good," she said. "At all of it. At him. At my uncle. At the situation." "Good," she said again. "Anger means you're still fighting. It's when the anger stops that I'd worry." I almost smiled. Almost.

❤️ A faint smirk touched his lips. “I know you’ll hate me… you’ll be angry…” His fingers tightened slightly in her hair— “But this… is what’s best for us.” A pause. “And today… the way you fought…” 🔥 “I liked it.” His gaze darkened. “Because that strength… will save you in the future.” He exhaled slowly— “There will come a time… when you’ll feel completely broken…” His voice dropped— “But you’ll have to stand again… because you are the Queen of this mafia world…”

The word tore from my throat as I slid down the counter, my legs unable to hold me. I’d butcher men without remorse and paint their blood on the walls as if it was some fucking piece of art. But this...this was different. My soul laid bare, utterly consumed by rage and anguish. My men stayed with me and watched their mafia king break apart, waiting for the explosion. My wrath would awaken the demon inside me, summon hell, and unleash my demons to wreak havoc on Earth to avenge my Angel. “How did they get to her?” My voice was hoarse, the words muffled as I spoke into my hands.

‘Where’s Lisa’ Angelo asked. ‘She’s in El-Termur’s office’ Jeremy replied sitting on the couch. ‘Now that she’s awake what’s our next move’ Amanda asked Angelo drinking alcohol. ‘we’ll discuss what to do next when she arrives’ Angelo replied sighing as he puts his head on his hands, what happened to the Pericolosa had taken a toll on them all but Angelo was the one who it had effect on most , he looked as if a parasite sucked the life out of him. The rest of the mafia waited patiently for Lisa to arrive.

Angel glanced between the two men and shrugged. “What I needed to, to get Jordan on board. His dad will not follow me, he will fight, but I can make short work of him if he keeps on. So, I told Jordan about the last man who thought I was just a supposed pretty face.” Damian lifted a brow but it was Antonio who answered. “The worst part about what Angel did to that man was cut off his dick.” Damian glanced back at Angel who only shrugged again. “I’m not a good woman, I belong to the mafia, my sins run deep and the blood I have spilled runs like a river. You can go, if you like, you wouldn’t be the first,” she told him in all honesty.

As am I of my own. His eyes narrowed, a shade darker with a cloud of pride glinting in the depth. ”You want the truth, principessa? a war is brewing and your information will be the detonator that sets it of.” A war. Between the Italian, the America and the Russian mafia. And who knows who else. Ashton was going to war, he had an ally, but the Russians probably did to. What if something happens to him? I couldn't stand to loose Ashton, not more than I already had.

, He paused again before speaking. “Nicolas Juan Diego, the mafia leader of Australia, asked or more like blackmailed me to marry Angela if I wanted you alive.” I furrowed my eyebrow before asking, “Why did he blackmail you into marrying Angela?” “Because Angela is his daughter. My brother finds a mafia leader’s daughter to fall in love with the whole world.” He answered sarcastically. “Even we didn’t know this truth until NUCLEAR BOMB named Nicolas Juan Diego fell on our head.”