Youngest Mafia Boss Novels & Stories

His hand closed gently around her wrist, pulling it away. “Domenico won't kill me in front of you. And come on… he wouldn’t exactly announce it to you if he did.” His tone was calm now. “Have you gone mad?” Renata groaned, her voice rising before she forced it back down again. “Did you not hear a word I said?” She pulled her hand away from him. “They’re Mafia, Chase. Mafia. And Domenico—” her voice dropped, “he’s their boss. A mafia boss. This isn’t a joke. You don’t get to walk away from people like him.”

"I just taught her a little lesson about wandering where she doesn't belong and taking things that aren't hers." With that, she hung up. I didn't hesitate. My thumb found my fiancé's contact, and I hit dial. One ring. Two. Three. He picked up on the fourth. Music blasted through the speaker—something classical and expensive, the kind of music that cost more per hour than most people made in a month. Crystal glasses clinked in the background. The annual gathering of the five mafia families was already in full swing. "Anthony," I said, keeping my voice steady, "your mother is in the east wing of the estate. Your secretary, Lilian, is assaulting her. You need to get there now, or—"

There was Alessandro, his eldest still twelve years old; Leandro, age 11; Sebastiano, age 10; Sefora, age 4; then the little baby named Oliviero. “Where is Nerea?” I asked Fazzio, looking surprised that I know one of his children’s names. The other Dons get their names jumbled up, and most of them doesn’t even have their names memorized. I know the names of his children and who’s oldest and youngest. I had memorized them including their age. After all, it is my mission to become the mafia’s downfall. The world needs reformation and the reformation starts by getting rid of them.

There are several profile photos with information below them. Alessandro Ocampo, the 56 year-old Boss of the gang. Underneath him are two other profile photos of men, which are labeled as the Underboss, who are also the Boss’ sons. A 25 year-old Gabrille Ocampo and a 28 year-old Davide Ocampo. The three of them have one thing in common that can’t deny the fact that they’re blood related - their piercing eyes that are already sending waves of agony to me.

I said slamming my fists on the table. He immediately dropped the half eaten chocolate in the box and wiped his mouth. “Alessandro De Niro is the youngest son in the Italian Mafia family who rules over the European illegal business. He retired from his family business eight years ago and now, he is running a successful chain of clubs and cassinos. And for your luck, he is currently in New York to spend the weekend with his wife and his four children.” Zach told me everything about Alessandro and my head spined by the only thought of having any link with mafias. I also have my own dirty ways of dealing with crooked people and jerks but it was too much to deal with.

“He’s just a man…” “A man who took over as the Pakhan when he was only twenty-one. He is the youngest mafia leader and the strongest. He never forgives, and he never forgets. You would be dumb to underestimate him. If you think anyone can replace him as the Pakhan, you’re wrong.” “Kira can.” “What?”

"Oh.......you mean the two men who started the first mafia in Italy?" "Si. Arthur Gionovese and Triton Arivonese. They were best friends and through the ages our families were close...well up until Cardinal's day." "Who's running the Gionovese Joint now?" "I believe one of the men who worked in my mafia up until the point where he kidnapped her." I thought "His name is Damanico Gionovese. His mafia was in trouble when he entered our mafia when we started and we bailed him out. He kept his mafia hidden as he thinks I don't know that he's a boss and I know he's been using his mafia. His location and home is completely unknown."

Luca picked up his own drink matching the menancing look of his boss. “Tomorrow works best.” Hugo stood up, straightening his jacket and tied up his hair into a bun. His inked black knuckles were imprinted with the number of people he murdered since he was 16. 16 years of being the head of the Mafia and no one could ever beat him, not if they wanted to live anyway.

His suit jacket was tossed over the arms of the sofa by now, while his legs rested on top of the table. Viktor Romano was the present Boss, after his father, Alessandro Romano, stepped down, handing him over the reins of the criminal empire. Viktor, as the youngest Boss of the Mafia family, was invincible so far. It was difficult to say whether people bowed before him out of fear or out of respect–but either way, he didn't care. If I had to put my money, I'd say fear. He was ruthless, but he was also a headstrong strategist. In short—he was the eye of the storm.

Her fingers hovered over the keyboard for a moment before she typed one more search. “Dante Moretti mafia don” Dozens of results appeared. Photos. Rumors. Police reports that went nowhere. The file photo stared back at her: Dante Moretti, youngest mafia don in Eldridge City. And she had just touched his cock.