Youngest Mafia Boss Novels & Stories

None of them looked younger than twenty-four, meaning I had to be the youngest. The mansion belonged to one of the most feared men in the city, Domenico Fanucci. Although he tried covering his tracks behind a family vineyard and brewery, everyone knew him as one of the most ruthless and notorious mafia bosses. His sons had quite the reputation in the city as well, and it was not a good one. There was the youngest brother, Dante, known for his playboy ways, the middle child, Gian, known for his lack of manners, and at last, the oldest, the heir—Alessio, known for his hideous temper, cold aura, and handsome looks.

I should have left him but I walked over to the balcony and stood next to him ,hands on the railing . “I’m sorry “ I said barely above a whisper. “Don’t be , I’m the one who’s sorry” did almighty mafia bad boy king Cain Adams just apologize to me? “ I’ve been treating you like shit since you got to the Cosa Nostra “ he adds. I nod my head speechlessly , the last thing I expected was an apology from him .

Chapter 44 "This is your first meeting as the boss of the Vancouver crime family to the mafia commission, Liam. Show everyone on the table that you are better than every single one of them. The chair of head of the commission will be yours, it will add another feather in your crown apart from being the youngest mafia boss of all time." Liam nodded at his father and wore the ring that represents his designation now, the same rings his father used to wear as the boss. But now their designations have changed.

Not a word came out of my mouth. He knew. He got to know everything. I gulped. My fists clenched on my dress at the sides. "Leonardo McCommer. One of the dangerous mafia leaders of America. The man who has been running so many illegal activities throughout the continent for decades, the man police have been looking for years," he said, still not moving from his seat. "And nowadays his elder son is helping him run the gang, preparing to be the next mob boss of the organization. And do you know what his name is, love?"

He was known as the devil because he was the devil in the literal meaning. He is a terrifying and dangerous person. This guy is cruel in every possible way. Vincenzo Cassano is the youngest Capo of the La Cosa Nostra, the Italian famiglia. He was the youngest Capo in Italy’s history. He attained the position when he was just ten. Fear coursed through me. I have never been this afraid before. Vincenzo scares the living daylight out of me and he is not someone I want to cross. “You can start breathing.” He said.

However, he has this mature vibe to him—must be because he's been the Mafia Boss for four years already. "I'm just surprised. I don't know much about you, so it's shocking to hear about your real age." He sighed. "Well, my name is Luciano Romano. I'm the youngest out of three children, and the only son within our family. I've been doing this job since I was 18, and my favorite color is green." I stared at him, dumbfounded after he said his last statement. "Your favorite color is green, really?" "Why?" he asked. "Green looks nice on the eyes."

What threw me off was the word tatted right below it. "Hades" So that's why his demeanor is the way it is. I quickly looked back down, realizing who we were standing in front of. Callum Hades Rivers; the youngest man to ever lead the mafia, let alone the highest ranking mafia. Also known as Hades, the merciless man who kills anyone who gets in his way and is nothing less than the most feared. Shit. I gulped, letting my thoughts devour me. Here we were, standing in front of our mafia's biggest enemy, and he just told his guards not to kill us. Why would he do such a thing?

he whispered and pulled her up from the ground. He led her back to the room and sat her down on the bed. "I know you don't remember me so let me introduce myself. I'm Alexander Miguel soon to be the boss of the Black mafia and you are my one way ticket through that door. I'll give you one minute to completely hand yourself over to me or I'm going to start killing everyone you love, no more beating around the corner," he whispered with a serious face. Siana looked into his face trying to crack the joke behind his words but she found nothing. He was being serious. The room was quite as his vicious eyes tore through her.

From as early as she could remember, Moira Viscoli- the only child of Mario and Isabella Viscoli; had it hammered into her DNA that the Manzini name was synonymous with blood and the darkest evil imaginable. Her father had made it his parental duty to teach her never to get involved up with a Manzini man, particularly Angelo Manzini who had just taken over from his father as the boss of the mafia empire. He figured that Angelo, being young, rich and powerful; could easily lure young ignorant girls into his world of drugs, crime and every social vice conceivable.

the guy said "A mafia farewell," Dad said "Yes since Matteo is the head of the Spanish mafia and you are the head of the Italian Mafia Rosemary will get a mafia farewell. It's where all the mafia leaders and their families come. We haven't done it in a while but I think today we all need this," the guy said I looked around to see many mafia leaders standing near their cars and many guards around all of them "Thank you," I said and everyone nodded their heads "We also set up a parameter so that the media will not be heard or seen while we bury the mafia princess," the guy said