Under Mafia Protection Novels & Stories

If he just left his mafia then it would've been so easy for Serrano to kill his whole family because of no security. Once a mafia, was always a mafia. He has killed a lot of bastards. Didn't she know they would come to kill him and his family as soon as they knew he was playing a normal man and left his empire behind. It wasn't that easy, perhaps it wasn't even possible. She didn't know the cruelty of this world but he did. The more powerful you are the better because the weak ones were nothing more than a pawn in this world. She has hurt him for three fucking years. Every day he prayed. He didn't know to whom he was praying but he prayed for the safety of her and Chase.

“But this isn’t just some information hunt or secret operation. This is the Mafia. They don’t play by the rules.” Aurora’s jaw tightened. “I don’t care. We need to catch them now or we will lose them again,” she said, voice steady. Lucian shook his head. “Aurora—” “Stop trying to protect me, Lucian,” she snapped. “I’m not some fragile little thing who needs to be kept on the sidelines.” Lucian pinched the bridge of his nose. “It’s not about that—” “Then what is it about?” Lucian exhaled sharply, stepping closer. “It’s about them. The Mafia isn’t predictable, Aurora. They don’t just kill people—they erase them. You wouldn’t even get a chance to fight back if something went wrong.”

We go on and on about some arms exports and imports. "There's a masquerade ball the day after tomorrow, on Thursday, you and Amber will have to represent the Bianchi group of organizations." Says Harlow. I nod. To the world, we are just successful businessmen, but our roots are that of the mafia. We've got our hands in many illegal trades; arms, drugs, money laundering etcetera. But I have abolished human trafficking and slavery from our family. A family stands for an organization under me. At Night: Amber returns, clearly exhausted, but she plays her part. "Alessandro, I missed you." She says as she gives my shirt a slight tug.

Michael replied with a stern poise on his face. "Oh..ok. I don't think they will be back anytime soon. We are protected by the top officials of the city." Mario said. “Top officials? I'm sorry commander for asking but what do you mean by saying that?” Michael quickly raised another question. “Oh Michael you are still young in the business to understand but I will save you the trouble and answer your question. Us mafia's are protected by the top officials so long we pay our monthly payment for it. Then nobody in the city be it the FBI, CIA or DEA can take us down.” Mario replied with a cocky smirk while he patted his back.

my father said, back in those first days when I was learning how to live in my new world, “there’s nobody I trust more than him. He’s done a lot of work for me, and if anybody so much as lays a hand on you, they will lose that hand. And that’s if they’re lucky.” I didn’t ask him exactly what that meant or how he could be so sure. I didn’t need to. I didn’t want to, either. Posey takes over as usual, and I’m happy to let her do it. “I’ve been pulling up articles about the current state of organized crime and how money laundering schemes affect even regular, everyday people. Like there was that one chain of stores that exploded in a million different locations and had all these employees and e

Maria sighed, tracing her fingers through her hair in frustration. "Long story short, Mafia gang leader has a grudge against my father and he wants to kill me for his so-called revenge. I have been proven to be a threat to many of the lives around me so to keep them safe I somehow ended up here as a guy." Maria was non-stop going on while Michael was trying to process her every single word.

"I suggest you stay in hiding because if Mateo finds out about this-" "There it is." He intriguingly uttered before dismissively waving his hand in the air. "You're a protector, Hera and with you here I know that my son would never harm me." "You think I'm going to protect you? A traitor?" I asked him in disbelief and he nodded at me. "It's simple, Hera. You protect me and I leave you and your daughter in peace. I won't touch you. No one in my mafia will touch you." He calmly explained.

Jordan grumbled under his breath next to me, and I fought the urge to laugh. "You got something to say to me, sweetie?" He raised a brow. "Why'd you bring a Mafia under my roof?" "Because, Dad, if you didn't read between the lines, those three are part of another Mafia, and they were sent to me by Sandy Byron, isn't that right, boys?" I asked them. "And if he's protected by the Mafia, then I need an even bigger Mafia to protect me. Sorry to say but the law isn't much help here."

And when to attack. Maddie and Lina were inside the room and, before Lina explained about the DNA test, Raffaele suddenly entered and locked the door behind him. “What is it, now?” Maddie asked, scared. She saw he had his gun in his hands “We’re being swarmed. Come on, I'll protect you.” “An invasion? By whom?” Lina asked, terrified. “I don't know,” he lied. “I just have to protect you. We are part of the mafia; it is normal for enemies to want our heads all the time. You, who are interested in getting involved with Mafia men, should know this.”

There was Clara, who was plotting against me, Matteo, who wanted revenge for what I did to his daughter, Vespera, who sought to get back at me, and then Max, who wanted me dead. The entire mafia likely despised me, and I was afraid that Silvio's protection might not be sufficient. I even wanted Abel to guard me yesterday, and now I might have turned Nicolas against me. “No, no one will ever harm you after today, I promise you that, and I will ensure it. After tonight, you will officially be part of the mafia. Take a quick rest; it’s going to be a long night,” he said as he kissed my forehead, then left without another word.