X Mafia Reader Novels & Stories

His books were mostly nonfiction and finance books. As Sierra heard the water in the shower, it was a signal for her that Alek was already inside and waiting for her. Every inch of her skin was filled with excitement. The butterflies on her stomach couldn't stay still. But as she was ready to take off her clothes, there was something that caught her attention. In his sea of books, there was something different. It has a fantasy-like cover. The vintage appearance made it blend in among the rest. Yet, the vines on the corner were unusual. There was no discoloration on the edges though it seemed old. Something new pretending to be old.

“You can say it.” “Yes, that,” A chill went through my spine. “And what does it stand for again?” I had never heard of them before. “Mafia Intelligence and Security Agency, it’s quite the name, isn’t it?” “Yes,” I swallowed my throat. The reality of the situation was starting to sink in, and it wasn’t looking good. From all the organizations it could’ve been, it had to be one specifically built to, what I assume, take down the Mafia. "I came to visit because I want to know what I’m getting into," I lied, giving her the saddest look I possibly could. I could see Jessica’s hesitation kicking in.

So many Mafia lords had lost their lives because they placed their trust in the Council. They were the real politicians and they did not like losing. With the current situation on the ground, it seemed that Shack Town was worth more attention. I needed to know everything I could about the history of the citycity'sskirts and why, despite its resources nobody was interested in it'sitselopment. In truth, I had no intention of selling my blood right. A blood right was something you won through killing and spilling blood. When I massacred The Laughing dogs, I had intentionally used my blade.

As he stretched out on the soft couch, he breathed out deeply and sent a cloud of fragrant smoke into the air. Logan Castillejo is a well-known member of the Foedus Corp, which is a well-known mafia group. Taking people's lives is a job that he does with ease and grace. Logan was born into a wealthy and politically influential family, so he grew up with a lot of money and comfort. He quickly and easily gets what he wants. Logan always gets what he wants, no questions asked. The way he lives his life is based on this philosophy. He is an only child, so everything comes to him easily and he lives a very comfortable life.

Ella The sunlight filtering through my office window bathed the mahogany desk in a soft golden hue. As I perused the documents in front of me, the weight of my current circumstances pressed on me like an unwelcome shroud. I could feel my wolf also getting alert to the situation. How did I get embroiled with the mafia, and more importantly, how could I extricate myself without causing further complications? “No way,” I said, shaking my head. “I won’t be going to a family event with you. Not so… soon.”

"I wouldn't." I took a deep breath, weighing my options. I had nowhere else to go, no one else to turn to. If he wanted to harm me, he'd had plenty of opportunities already. "Okay," I began, my voice barely above a whisper. "I was taken after my shift at the diner I worked at." "What the fuck?" Shadow's eyes widened, his entire body tensing. "My father owes the mafia money apparently," I continued, watching his reaction closely. "He stole it from the boss he worked for, Cassian Romano."

His eyes never left Camilla, the darkness in them unnerving. “You always did have a knack for getting yourself into trouble, didn’t you?” Riccardo’s voice was smooth, cold, almost mocking. Luca’s grip loosened slightly, but his posture didn’t shift. Camilla’s mind raced. She could feel the blood pounding in her ears, but there was something more—an overwhelming sense of clarity. She was caught in the web of a game that had no rules. Riccardo wasn’t just a mafia boss; he was a man who saw everything, knew everything, and controlled everything around him.

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A MAFIA’S RIGHTEOUS PET PROLOGUE “The boys have the target, boss.” I heard Gio announce to Vermont who nodded in approval but his eyes still fixated on the Mexican girl who bashed the dance floor with her sexy dance moves. It was my first time in a club and I’d say there's nothing about it that's to my liking. The loud distasteful music, the cigarettes, the whisky, and even the people all irritated me. “I want her,” He said and I couldn't help but notice how the Mafia’s eyes closely followed the young lady.

Blood smeared against the cold, tiled floor as she gasped while trying to pull herself up. "You bitch!" Mason's voice roared above her, stripped of any trace of the gentlemanly mask he had worn earlier. His face was ferocious, like an enraged beast as he stomped forward, undoing his tie. "You ungrateful wench! You think you can just come here, drink my wine and embarrass me like this?!" She scrambled backward, her hands slipping against the blood and the spilled liquor. "I—I didn’t mean to! Let me go!" Her voice shook, filled with pain.