Why The Mafia Is Not An Aesthetic Novels & Stories

“Let me rephrase that, are you into illegal dealings?” Niko pulls my body flush to him, my bare back rests against his warm chest, his fingers smoothing my hair behind me to bare my shoulder to his lips as it lowers to my shoulder. Scenarios ran through my head, in movies they always portrayed the mafia as a violent illicit world, lawless men and women, committing all sorts of crimes imaginable, trafficking substances, women, and children. And while ours can be quite violent, the lifestyle and traditions are somewhat old-fashioned, and outdated and can come off as strange to outsiders. I never imagined it would have some truth to it.

"Don't flatter yourself, Father. I didn't do this for you. I did it for the partnership. Conti's distribution network is the key to expanding our influence. This is purely business." Alexei raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Pure business? You and Julianna have been seeing each other for three months. No feelings developed? Not even a little?" Sergei chimed in, "Yeah, Gio. You've been spending a lot of time with the woman. You can't tell me you haven't fallen at least a little bit under her spell." I shrugged, taking a long swallow of my vodka. "A mafia boss can't afford to fall in love. Love is a weakness, a vulnerability. I enjoy Julianna's company, she's intelligent and ambitious. But feelings?

It was the best thing I had ever tasted. "Why am I here?" I asked between bites. "Because Dante put you here." "But why this room? Why not the basement? Or the floor where I was before?" She sat on the edge of my bed. Crossed her legs. "Because you stabbed him." I stopped chewing, the tension building again in my chest. "He admired it. No one has ever stabbed Dante Moretti and lived. Most don't even try." She tilted her head. "You're different. He wants to see what happens to different people."

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.

“Unless the great Mafia Don is only good at ordering executions from behind a desk.” Drake’s eyes darkened completely, a low, dangerous chuckle escaping his chest. “Careful, Donna. Your mouth is writing checks your skill can’t cash yet.”

Weylin wanted to know, subconsciously tightening his grip over the designed handle. "Of course!" Garaine replied without any hesitation, antipathy evident in her voice. "I've heard that he is a cold-blooded beast when it comes to expanding his territory. I don't like anyone who loves to hurt others. We can just enjoy our life by laughing along with others instead of killing. Honestly speaking, I actually hate the mafia." "It looks like you really hate things related to the mafia," Weylin chuckled bitterly, feeling as awkward as ever.

"We've gotten some young girls from some parts of eastern Africa and the middle east. They will be transported via.." Raphael immedately upheaved his hand at him, cutting him short. "Cancel that. This is a mafia not a brothel" Everyone was stuperfied. They had always indulged in this so why the sudden change in Raphael? "But the godfather..."Marco attempted to speak but his voice trailed off when Raphael interrupted him.

Candela stared at Mario blankly. "This is one juicy news," Mimi quipped. "Funny how she is pissed about dad's affair when she is also fucking his cousin," Mario said, looking at Dante. Dante moved his eyes towards Mario, glaring at him. Mario tilted his head. "You want to be the Don so badly, huh?" Dante clenched his jaw. "A true blood is the least requirement to run a mafia. That's the reason your uncle handed all his assets to my dad instead of you, his worthless piece of shit nephew," Mario said, smirking.

But gradually I realised that I didn't want her to hate me. When she rejected to have dinner with me, for the first time I had been turned down by a girl and it irked me. I was completely overwhelmed with anger that I littered her body with strokes from my belt. I truly am a beast. Whenever I think of the mean things I did to her, I feel so ashamed of myself. I feel like stabbing myself repeatedly. I never knew fear. "In the mafia you don't fall inlove. You show no emotions" my father would yell at me.

“No. I only help people who need to escape a certain point of their life. Zaverio and I work in the same line, drugs and guns. The only difference is I run on a larger scale.” “Zaverio kept telling me something about my legacy and you, but refused to go into detail. Now, I know I was born into crime so I am not shocked I followed the trend subconsciously.” “I don’t know if you would have thrived in our business; you’re too soft.” I rushed to amend in case she took offense. “Not in a bad way, but a lot of us have lost what makes us human.” “You do what you have to survive, the world isn’t black and white anymore” Alma’s shoulder’s rose and fell. “I used to be so worried for my daughter, the l