Trapped By The Mafia Novels & Stories

Pay up, or the next one we cut won’t be a finger. I couldn’t breathe. My vision swam. The world tilted. I pressed the phone to my chest, rocking back and forth, whispering over and over, “I’m sorry, Papi. I’m so sorry.” People passed by, but no one stopped. No one cared. And that was when it hit me… The mafia wasn’t bluffing. They had reach everywhere. Even in the prison. Even in the law. Even in me. I stood slowly, wiping my face with the back of my hand. My cracked phone felt heavy, like a curse.

“You can keep running. But trust me, you won’t get far.” His words felt like a threat, but I could hear something else behind them. There was a strange offer in his voice. The mafia heir, a man capable of anything, offering me protection. It should have made me want to walk away, to run as fast as I could, but instead, a small part of me felt drawn to the idea. “I don’t need your protection,” I snapped, trying to keep my composure. “I don’t need you.” His eyes darkened, and he took another step closer, his body mere inches from mine now. “You don’t have to need me, Lila. I’ll make you need me, I swear it. And when you do, you’ll understand why you can’t escape me.”

Five guards step out of it, and fall into step behind me instantly. With my phone in a pocket, and a pistol in my hand; eyes filled with deathly fury as we approach. The moment I step in, the sight before me makes my heart stop. Not because its new, I've seen thousands of dead bodies, it was worse after an all out war between two ruthless mafia Lords. What made my heart stop is the implication. "This is a lot." I mutter, noting the extent of damage that had been done. The thought of innocents being murdered, and killed for something they didn't do or had no idea of; makes my heart ache.

Trina looked up at Mario her beautiful eyes filled with frightened tears, Ehi, ehi, non piangere, non ti consegneremo a loro. Siamo cresciuti sull'isola, sappiamo che la mafia mente quando le vediamo‘ [Hey, hey, don’t cry, we won’t hand you over to them. We grew up on the island, we know Mafia lies when we see them] Gently he pulled her into his arms and hugged her close, ‘Grazie’ [Thank you] She sobbed quietly trying not to bring attention to herself,

“I came to make you pay and what better way to do that than watch you witness the death of your son, and leave your alive to hate yourself for letting this happen, knowing fully well that you can’t kill me, you can’t hurt me, you can’t even think of coming close to me while you spend the rest of your life hating and wishing this didn’t happen and when things start to get better, I come by to make sure you don’t deserve any happiness, I guess Liam and his son Ollie are just collateral damage.” “Bold of you to assume you will do all of that, even worse you think his mafia will watch you ruin everything and not do anything, someone will take over, they will become your enemy, they will ruin you

Sophia tried not to shudder at her own indifference. Maya let go of Sophia's shoulder and whisper-yelled. “Are you out of your mind, Soph? You're getting yourself involved with people from the mafia," Sophia froze, and Maya continued. "Mafia as in, M-A-F-I-A. Those are the type of people you're getting yourself involved in," She didn't know what exactly the meaning of a mafia was, but she knew it was a dangerous organization. They sold illegal drugs and all sorts of weapons. Some were even engaged in human trafficking and rape, if not worse.

“Always the mysterious ones, huh? Well, as long as you're safe and doing what you love.” I swallowed hard, guilt gnawing at me. If only you knew, mom. “Thanks, Moana,” I murmured, hoping she wouldn’t notice my reluctance. “I’ll let you know how it goes.” After hanging up, the room's silence seemed more profound. I laid there for a long time, lost in my thoughts. What had I gotten myself into? I was trapped in a delicate dance with the son of a Mafia boss, a criminal. I was putting on an act, getting cozy in bed with the very thing I hated all for the sake of… taking down the very thing that I hated.

I booked a one-way ticket to the United Kingdom. I thought it through last night. I’d enter as a visitor. Maybe within a year, I’d get lucky and land a job that could sponsor me. I didn’t care where I worked... office, cafe, school, I just needed to be far away from this life, from Mario, from the mess that never stopped growing. He had been arrested. I didn’t need confirmation, it was all over the news, and the money never arrived. Mario Santiago, the Mafia prince, handcuffed and shoved into a police car, accused of the murders of three men, my brother included.

He chuckled, shaking his head as he pulled off his glasses. “If the older generation cannot understand what is happening around them, how will the younger ones do?” He asked. “Won't… you look for her now that she has appeared?" Margaret asked and he smiled lightly. “Why should I? I should let her get her revenge." Margaret's throat knotted and she clenched the hem of her dress, her heart constricted in pain and disappointment. The man set down the napkin that he was toying with and leaned into his chair, his eyes dimmed as he thought about the recent crisis happening in the Mafia kingdom.

He said one day he'd save enough and he'd buy us a house. He said there would be a little mailbox in front of it. And the nameplate would say Lorenzo & Liana. He said we'd get married in that house. Raise a kid in it. Live a quiet, ordinary, happy life. He said someday, when we were old, we'd watch the sunset together and just go. Then they took him. Locked him in a cellar. Said unless we paid up, they'd shoot him. The mafia has a rule. You never go to the police. Not for anything. You go to the cops, your man dies.