Youngest Mafia Boss Novels & Stories

You and your family will die tonight," I hear the voice say. I do not know the voice as I have never heard it before. Not many people know that my parents have another daughter as I never get invited to their parties or when they go out to parties like my brother and sister. I am relieved now, as I do not want to die with my family. "Please, Godfather, have mercy. You can marry my beautiful daughter or have her as your mistress," I hear my dad beg. I am ashamed of him. He is a bloody coward and will sell his daughter to the Godfather to save his ass. Wait! What the fuck? Did my father piss off Riccardo Marino Is he crazy? Everyone knows Riccardo is heartless and will kill you for only lookin

I huff “NO WAY!” Chloe let out a deafening scream that made me quickly pull the phone far from my ear. “ YOU MET LUCA CROVETTO!” “That’s what he said” I replied surprisingly rubbing my chin “Since when did you know about Mr crovetto?” “I’ve read about him in the news, I know he is a big player in the global market, always making power moves, there were allegations against him one time that he might be involved in some sort of mafia activities !”

But he didn’t blink. “This isn’t a fucking joke, Adrien.” “I know. You’re a scary mafia boss. Big bad Luca Moretti. I’ve seen the way you operate. Cold, ruthless, probably never hugged as a child.” He smiled—bright and sharp, all teeth. “So let me in. Give me something to do.” “I should lock you back in your room for mouthing off,” I growled. “You should,” he said. “But you won’t.” I hated him a little more for being right.

I clenched my palm hard, again and again, trying to confirm whether this was a dream, but pain shot through my hand. Suppressing the cold sweat rising along my spine, I slowly lifted my head. I was seated at one end of a long dining table. Across from me sat two men—the heirs of the most powerful mafia family in Chicago. On the left was Caspian Falcone, the mafia family’s underboss. Twenty-eight years old, he was dressed in a black suit, with a prominent scar cutting across his temple. His gaze was as cold as a glacier, and rumors said the number of people he had personally executed was beyond counting.

I learned from the manager that he had been the top student in Costa Solara, but had dropped out to work and pay for his parents' medical bills after they died in a car accident. I softened and secretly sent him a sum of money. Over time, we stayed in contact. I never revealed my identity, but I used my influence to put him on the best projects. Everything went smoothly, and he eventually became the youngest Underboss in the mafia family. Luckily, when I discovered Giordano had lied about staying on-site, I contacted Romeo. Otherwise, I couldn't imagine what further humiliation I might have endured, or whether I would have even survived the night. As I reflected on everything, I thanked Rome

My stomach dropped as I realized what he was looking at. “New York’s youngest billionaire,” Romeo said, his voice cold. “The one who got married recently. That is your husband?” I nodded, my throat too tight to speak. “Jaydon Grey,” he read from the screen, his tone mocking. “Who married his assistant.” He looked up at me, his eyes hard. “Why did I not even consider it? So you were his assistant?” I nodded again, my face burning with shame. I studied his expression, searching for some sign of understanding, but all I saw was anger and betrayal.

Before Javier could speak, a muffled thud came from the walk‑in closet. He snapped his head toward it, looking even more terrified. “Someone’s in there?!” I sighed. “Looks like more than one person decided to disobey tonight.” I told my men to hold Javier, then walked to the closet. I opened the door. A young man was pinned against the wall by my bodyguard, his face twisted with anger and embarrassment. It was Noah Carter. The youngest son of the underboss of the largest Mafia family in the Italian Quarter.

Oh, who cares where they came from or where the center of their operations is? She began reading through the search results. Occasionally raising an eyebrow. There was no definite information about his age. It was either between fifty to seventy. No photo, either. Apparently, he was pure Italian and had joined the Mafia at eighteen. Rumor was, he killed the previous boss, which led to him becoming the new don. She skimmed through the rest of the information she found on line. Until something caught her attention. The feared Mafia boss allegedly had erectile dysfunction. Oh, dear.

He asked angrily. He was still enjoying his bachelor life and he doesn't want to have commitment nor responsibilities to women. They are all pain in the ass, he'll rather fuck them and leave right after. "What are you fussing about when you know you'll eventually get married? You're not just a normal man Damon, you are the future Capo di tutti capi!" the old man answered, referring to his position in their organization. He was a mafia boss. The future leader of Thanatuo Organosi, a Greek mafia that originated in Greece but is now dominating in Albania and South America. He was also the mysterious owner of Infinity Winery that runs here in the Philippines.

(The Shark Mafia Boss). My father is the head of the Italian mafia in New York. I have two brothers, that I know of. Gabriel (Gabe) he is the older and Michael (Mike) is the middle child and I am the youngest. The three of us are close, you can’t mess with one and not with the others. We make our business when one of us is in trouble. We all have different mothers but you already know that. Let’s say that dad was a bit of a manwhore before he met my mother. She tamed The Shark.