Why The Mafia Is Not An Aesthetic Novels & Stories

It showed how much control he had over her. He started talking again and she forced herself to listen. "Where we're going isn't just an ordinary place." He began. "You'll be stepping into the den of powerful mafia men and underdogs." "Is it a bad place?" She asked, her eyes round with curiosity. "Yes. It is. These men can do whatever they want, and it's totally normal in the mafia world. But as long as you're wearing this, no one there can touch you." He touched the pentagram, his fingers brushing her cleavage.

“Impress her with what? Crime?” “I don’t know. Some men think being dangerous is attractive.” I frowned. “That is not attractive. That is just plain weird.” “Exactly,” she said. “So he was probably joking.” I leaned back in my chair, feeling a bit relieved hearing her say that. “Yeah,” I said slowly. “I guess that makes sense.” “Of course it does,” Lena replied. “Think about it. A mafia boss working as a boss in a company here in LA? That sounds like a bad movie plot.”

I shouldn’t say any more than that or they might get back with my family because that's just the way they are. Mafias are ruthless. They are rotten to their core. They aren’t the ideal men written in fictions. They’ll hurt you and put you in danger. Children shouldn’t make the mafia the standard no matter how good they came to be in fictions. They are criminals and I know all of it because I once became an underdog of a mafia. They kill ruthlessly and they don’t care how evil they become. “First you stereotyped us for being noble and now, you are stereotyping us as someone worse than a criminal.”

Dante's POV. Being the capo of the biggest mafia in New york had it's ugly side which i tried to run away from, but fate can only be delayed not denied. Being cold without an ounce of emotion was something every capo of a mafia gang must possess cause it can be a window for weaknesses to be shown. That's why i don't show emotions, hell why i can't afford to be in a relationship. I don't need a woman right now that would be weak and fragile, they are just good distractions nothing more.

“Thought money made the⁠m untouchable.” Money di‍d make p‍eople car‍eless but being Mafia was⁠n’t about th⁠rowing wei‌g‍ht‍ ar‌ound or‌ scar‌ing⁠ civilians⁠. It was about order, about rules that had bee‍n w‍ritte⁠n in blood and enforced the same way. Loyalty wasn’t⁠ optional and fa‌mily wasn’t negot⁠iable. The Falcones played at legitimacy. We lived in consequence. “Falcone thought he‌ c‍ould hide behind his‌ boa‍rdrooms,” Damon growle‌d. “‍Now his daughter’s paying for it.”

Chiara Moretti Alessandro stared down at me, his jaw tight. "You say that now," he said, and took a step toward me. "But you do not understand what you are asking for, Chiara. The mafia world is not a boardroom. It is not about signing papers or making smart investments. It is a world built on blood, loyalty, and extreme violence. It is filled with people who will not hesitate to cut your throat just to send a message."

I couldn't take the suffocation I felt. My father didn't stop me. He simply sighed as I made my way past him and into the family room. I wanted to laugh at the irony. I sat on the couch and stared at the piano. I wanted to play but I knew the moment I touched that piano I would break down. I had no room for emotion in my life right now. I was going to be the biggest Mafia Don this world had ever seen. Mafia Dons have no room for emotions or family. My father taught me that early on. “Good Evening Master, Neko is making Dinner. Would you like me to play you a song?” Ayla questioned as she spotted me staring at the Grand Piano.

Maybe because I mean so much to him like he said that the Mafia blood runs in me. But I noticed, in as much that he never said it out loud, but I could feel it in his silences. The way he reached for my hand and pulled back. The way his voice softened when he wasn’t guarded. People like Kraven didn’t love out loud, they loved in restraint, in protection, in the silence between bullets. And that’s what kept eating at me. Growing up, I had always believed that Mafias were a certain way. Ruthless, cold-blooded and power-hungry. Men with hearts made of stone and eyes that had seen too much to care. But Kraven didn’t fit that mold—at least not completely.

Despite the fact that every attack is well planned, it only takes a single mistake for your kingdom to become defenceless. Death. Betrayal. War. Greed. That's what the Mafia life is all about. Not some lavish love story you tend to read in novels or see in the movies. This is real life, and it is brutal, and you do not have the luxury of sipping fancy whisky and smoking exotic cigars. There comes a time in a man's life when he must ask himself if the power of dominance is enough to satisfy the hunger in his organization, or will the power of love, outweigh that hunger?

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