Under Mafia Protection Novels & Stories

He said cutting me off. “The mafia would make stop you from having all you things you mentioned, the mafia is an extra layer of protection for us and for any body we care about, I’m going to give you time to think about it but the mafia is always going to be part of me, I didn’t want it at first but now I can’t imagine a life without it, and that’s what I want.” He spoke before he walked away: Leaving no room for any sort of conversation.

In return, I ended his suffering as quickly as he gave me what I needed. It was not our place to join the mafia wars. We are at peace - to some extent - in our own lands, and I want it to stay that way. So we’re keeping this information to ourselves. Let the Russian mafia deal with their kind. It’s selfish, but we take care of our own. And I have a town to protect, women to save, and kidnappers to catch. He didn’t know who was giving him protection. All he had was the name Sol, which could be a woman, a child, or everything under the fucking sun.

I sit in silence while Christian looks like he is in deep thought. "I don't know where to start." Christian chuckles nervously. "Why don't you start from the beginning?" I tell him. "Okay." He breathes out. "I don't think you would want to do anything with me later on, I am willing to take the risk to keep you protected." "I am not going to leave you, no matter what," I promise. He takes a deep breath, "I'm in a mafia." ▪️▪️▪️

I dropped the file onto the coffee table in front of her and crossed my arms. “What’s this?” she demanded. “See for yourself.” She hesitated, her gaze flickering between me and the file before cautiously picking it up. As she flipped through the pages, her expression shifted from confusion to shock, and finally, to a simmering rage. “Your father,” I began, my voice low, “was in the Mafia, just like me. But he wasn’t like the rest of us. He wasn’t dangerous. He only joined to protect his business. At first, he aligned with a rival group, but when they tried to sabotage him, he came to me. I offered him protection in exchange for his loyalty, and he swore allegiance to my organization.”

" On your right side. Turn the lamp on. " Catalina found the switch and pressed it. As soon as she touched it, an alarm went off. The pakhan snatched the gun from her hands and with one hand pushed her on the bed with him. She collided with his naked hard chest and now the gun rested on her cleavage. " Rule number 1 . Never believe a Mafia. " He laughed loudly and footsteps echoed in the corridor. The door opened with several men in there and one of them switched on the lights at last.

“I’m leaving now. I have to—for everyone’s safety.” “What?! Why?” Kate asked, confused. “You have to believe me,” Mia pleaded. “I don’t have time to explain everything, but your lives are in danger. The people who attacked Steve… they’re very dangerous. They won’t stop until they get what they want.” “Wait… what do they want?” Kate asked, trying to make sense of it all. “Me. They want me,” Mia replied. “But… why?” Kate asked. “My ex-husband is a ruthless mafia boss. I ran from him, but he’s found me. He won’t stop until I go back to him or he takes everything from me.”

“We’ll use the intel. But we’re not letting our guard down. Not with Forrest. Not with Billy. Not with anyone.” Despite the tensions, the trio’s mafia business was flourishing. Mia’s growing network provided protection, resources, and a semblance of order to communities long plagued by chaos. Mimi’s technological expertise proved invaluable, allowing them to stay one step ahead of their rivals. Lydia’s ruthless efficiency ensured that every operation ran smoothly, from smuggling routes to enforcement. But cracks in their alliance began to show. Mimi’s idealism clashed with Lydia’s pragmatism, and Mia found herself constantly mediating their disputes. One evening, a disagreement over the hand

And to worsen the situation, his bodyguards stood like statues, blocking the exits. Hannah, who had been chatting with someone at the bar, finally noticed what was happening. Her face went pale as she hurried over. "Scarlett?" she asked, her voice shaky. Then she looked at Liam, and her eyes widened in recognition. "Wait, you’re…" Her voice trailed off, and I saw the fear flash across her face. She knew him. Everyone seemed to know him. Liam DeLuca, the godfather of some gang, Europe’s biggest mafia—at least that was what Hannah had told me earlier today in class.

But I personally don't like the man and Luca seems to be particularly interested. Effortlessly, I break into the apartment. Marco I'm done for tonight. Vehicle parked where it should be, a little urgent work from Big Tom and a brief visit to the office. Sometimes I forget I have a corporate life outside of the mafia. I walk down the tiled park as I approach my apartment. There is a tape to be delivered. One Sophia managed to secure containing one of my rival's shady dealings. I requested for a large sum of money to destroy the tape and get him off my tracks.

He heard the second man ask. “Yes, she’s Alex personal assistant”. Those words clarified Alex suspicions. They’d intentionally targeted Maya knowing that she had a ‘connection ‘ with him. As Alex slowly approached the men, the black dragon tattoo at the side of their necks became visible as he scoffed. These were the Jensens. Mafia’s from Vladimir’s side. Ever since the incident of his father’s death, the Wolf’s and Jensens had become at war with eachother and sworn blooded enemies. Seeing that Vladimir was already sending his men out to him, it looks like he already got wind of his arrival in Russia. This was good. Alex thought.