Vongola Novels & Stories

"Let’s welcome our brother who’s been lost to the snare of Lilith, a woman filled with deception—the temptress herself." Dontrell rolled his eyes but didn’t acknowledge my jab. Instead, he strode toward the left corner of the rooftop, where a round glass table sat, its hard-styled décor sharp and imposing. Five sleek chairs surrounded it. Beside it stood a life-sized bronze statue of Vito Genovese, a 20th-century mafia boss who ruled the Genovese crime family with absolute control—like a puppet master.

Isabella exhaled, gripping her gun. “We go in silent. Get as close as possible before they realize we’re here.” Leo smirked. “Let’s end this.” Inside the Hangar – The Betrayal Unfolds Inside the massive hangar, Marcella stood across from Lorenzo Vitale, discussing the terms of their agreement. Vitale was a powerful man, his presence alone enough to make most criminals tremble. Marcella, however, looked completely at ease, her confidence unshaken. One of Vitale’s men handed her a document to sign.

Alfredo Fabri POV You see in this business you're either in or you're out. But the “out” in this case implies that you're no longer alive and far from the earthly realm. Getting into the world of organized crime is no child's play, and by virtue of swearing an OMERTÀ, an oath on the Saints, you're in for life. You never get out, never. But there was only ever one exception our little world had witnessed and that's in the case of Lorenzo Rizzo also known as “The Whisper”.

H*ngry. He growls—a deep, low vibration that sends an electric pulse straight to my core. I should hate this. I should hate him. But my body? It betrays me. The heat, the tension, the sheer dominance in his voice— It excites me. Then, his voice drops to a warning whisper, brushing against my ear. "Don't be too friendly, Diana Fallacia. You won't like it when I'm mad." My breath stalls. Is it because of the way he called me by my full name? The way it sounds coming from his lips—so intimate, so possessive?

“Get me the burner line. I’m making the call.” Valentino looked up. “What call?” “The one that burns everything down.” The screen lit up. “This is Vittorio De Luca. I’m going under. Prep the black list. I want my weapons. My masks. My monsters.” Valentino grinned. And the line went dead.

“Offer him a den.” Vito cleaned the Beretta with a toothbrush and gun oil, the ritual calming his pulse. On the table: the bounty flyer, already circulating—his face sketched from a grainy CCTV still, the word STRANIERO in bold. Roberta had texted twice: Where are you? I’m worried. He poured Nero d’Avola into a chipped glass, raised it to the photograph he’d taken of her laughing in the market, flour on her cheek like war paint.

The sky was streaked with red and gold — a warning more than a sunrise. Halfway down the slope, Lucia’s phone buzzed. She frowned, checking the screen. “Blocked number.” “Don’t answer,” Elena said, but Lucia’s thumb had already swiped. A man’s voice came through — calm, cultured, dangerous. “Miss Romano, I see you’re still alive. Good. You’ll be useful.” Elena froze. “Who is this?” “Call me Voss,” the voice replied smoothly. “Matteo mentioned me once, I believe. He and I shared similar ambitions before he… disappeared. Let’s just say I’m offering you a choice.”

“Conrad Vittori was the godfather of the Italian Mafia, my grandfather. He was killed and my father, Dominic, was supposed to take over from him. His uncle, Rocco, stole the godfather seat from my father and an all-out war broke out. The Vittori family made two strategic alliances through marriage. My aunt, Hunter, married Lev Volkov, leader of the Russian Mafia, and my other aunt, Inara, married Agron Makolli, leader of the Albanian Mafia. My uncle, Gage, married Lev’s cousin, Anya, Arya’s parents. The Volkov’s were a crucial alliance. They controlled the harbor, which meant control of all imports and exports and a lucrative gun trade. The Albanians controlled the drug trade, which were now

“Are you sure the Omega’s properly drugged with the experimental Luna Nera? This plan to fuck over that idiot Lorenzo can’t fail, or the Alpha skins us alive.” I froze solid when I heard the conversation between a man and... Luca.

off her. After that he remembered how he stalks her every day. It was quite odd for him, for a Mafia boss to do such thing, but he couldn't help it.He remembered how frightened she was when she realized she was being kidnapped. How her eyes widened when he'll get too close to her. Or how her form started trembling when he'll touch her.Each and every memory he shared with her either sweet or bitter crossed his mind and a tear fell down from his eye when he remembered his words which he said to her while assaulting her.*OH! FUCK CHLOE! I LOVE YOU.* He had said.A sad smile formed on his lips by realizing how sardonic his situation is. He confessed his purest feelings to her while defiling her.