Youngest Mafia Boss Novels & Stories

I gave him a cocky grin, “But I just want to do it better.” Laughing, he nodded. “Well, I think you’re off to a good start. So, two brothers? How old are they and they both came to this school?” Slowly, I nodded, realizing I may have fucked up. He’d eventually know who I was, I just didn’t want to throw the fact I was a mafia boss’ daughter at him so soon. Maybe if I just kept it flippant, he let it go. “Yeah, two brothers. One is twenty-eight and the other twenty-one. My oldest brother graduated, the youngest one didn’t bother finishing stating that college wasn’t for him.”

He was wearing a high-end suit, he looked at me with piercing eyes, he didn’t smile, he didn’t show any emotion, he just motioned for me to sit down. “Devil,” he says recognizing me, I just smile at him, it’s not a toothy smile, it’s not the one I keep for work, some might even call it scary, “Pleasure meeting you Nikolai” I reply, I did my research of course, I know he’s the youngest mafia leader in the history of the Italian mafia, ruthless, but a man of his word. “Same back to you Devil, although I expected you to be a bit older,” he said looking at me, I just laughed it off, what did they expect me to be an old lady? I started my business at a young age, and I’ve had years of practice.

The old man needs the best doctor they can get. "What the fuck is it Donte!? His pale blue eyes in slits. Since he started to take over as the Mafia leader, a lot have changed in his life. Or the changes started when his mother was murdered. Donte's expression softened a little. He’s standing in front of his table while Axel is sitting behind in a swivel chair. "Boss we have a problem at the hospital". "Why? What's wrong with the old man now? He asked irritably, he leaned back in the chair and listened to the next word that Donte have to say.They have a huge and luxurious office in one of the tallest building in New York. They occupy the whole floor.

He was reluctant but willing to answer. “He’s the eldest son of Giovanni Monticello and as you both know, the next in line to the throne. He’s 20 years old. He was a Made Man at the age of 10. He killed a man at that age. He blasted the guy’s brains off his head. Since then, he has killed over a hundred men. He’s the most feared man in New York Genovese.” From what Fabiano said, I had the thought of escaping tonight and not even thinking of coming back.

She had done her best to stay away from all the publicity surrounding Belinda, unlike many of the students who happily gave interviews to the press Tash kept her head down and hid herself away whenever she saw the Reporters. Nic and Lucian were the sons of Mafia Dons, originally from Sicily, who had settled in the USA and made millions. The current head of the American Mafia was Romero Galifray, the Son of one the most powerful Dons in the world. He was their Cousins, most of the Mafia Dons were related in some way or another and they were no different their fathers were brothers. Romero's father had been killed when he was a small boy and his Uncle had taken the reins until he became an adu

I touched his arm, scooting closer to him “Yeah I am “ he nodded his eyes still closed “It’s totally fine if you’re still really sensitive about it and can’t continue telling me right now. “ I gently stroked his hair. And surprisingly, he leaned into my touch and rested his head on my shoulder. We stayed in silence for a while. “I made a mistake Elizabeth and I’d be haunted by it forever. My parents died and I had to fend for myself,I took solace in the mafia and eventually, I built my empire “he broke the silence “You started your own mafia ?” I asked in shock. I had thought he inherited it from someone or something “Yes, I did. I once had a mentor but I left because he was really unfair to

And then he froze on one of the name. "Dimitri Novikov," he said slowly. "I know that name." My gaze snapped to him. "You do?" He nodded. "Yeah, he is part of the Russian Mafia, he used to run weapons and drugs in the north. I know his son, his name is Pyotr. The guy is a ruthless bastard, we crossed paths in Milan four years ago, when I was away for business. All I can tell you is he doesn't like Italians much. But he hates the Bianchis even more."

“I’m sixteen. I’ll graduate in two years. When I do, I’ll have more time to work for my boss.” As I stared at him, I wondered what a sixteen-year-old was doing, working for the mafia. It wasn’t the first time I’d seen such a young boy in the mafia, but it was the first time I gave it a proper thought. Like mine, were his parents also dead? Did they get murdered? Did they get in an accident? Was his story as horrible as mine?

My heart stopped, my mind racing as I realized the depth of his suspicion. “I didn’t know,” I I stepped back, breaking his touch, my hands clenching into fists. “But if you think I had something to do with his death, you’re wrong. I was eight, Misha. I wasn’t even old enough to know what the Bratva was.”