Youngest Mafia Boss Novels & Stories

“What are you fighting for? Aren't you tired of those people, why are you still trying to prove a point. This is how your dad started and ended up going crazy, feeling threatened everytime because he was scared his own son might take his place in the meeting.” “Lorenzo can't you leave the underworld meeting?” “What are you saying Leonardo? Have you forgotten that there is a blood oath binding all of us together, we are mafia's. Even though some hide under their professions. If I leave I'll be their target.” Leonardo was quiet after listening to everything that I said to him.

Shouldn't bosses be at least thirty? Gianna goes on talking. "it's said that he is the youngest boss in the Salvatore family. And now the youngest capo in the Italian mafia history." though I'm slightly shocked she answered my question. "Boss, capo you say that like it’s not the same thing." I pointed out. "Yes, it has the same meaning but it is not the same thing" Gianna says. "Speak clearly" I say in utter confusion. "A capo is a boss but a boss is not a capo" ****

Alessandro turn sharply to the boy who made the statement, and he gulped down in fear. He stood up, staring at the boy who was shivering in fear. It was almost like everyone was afraid of him. Who was he? How can everyone be scared of just one Man? Aurora couldn't help but ask herself that question. When they walked in, he noticed how people were afraid of him. He was the youngest mafia boss, the richest, the smartest, the most ruthless, the fearless, the most powerful, so every other mafia was afraid of him. He became a mafia boss at the age of 13, killed someone at the age of 14, and now he is 23.

I walked towards the veranda and took out my cigar to clear my mind. That motherfucker is really testing my patience. I don’t take care of snakes in my organization! I will burn those traitors alive, and I’ll make them taste the burning hell in my hand until none of them dare to think of betraying me. I am the boss of all bosses in the mafia underworld. I have many connections and enemies. Out of all the previous bosses who sat on my chair, I’m the youngest, so a lot of people want to bring me down. But being a young leader is actually an advantage. It means I’ll be in charge for a longer time than the oldies.

she asked with frustration. Bride, that is what he needs right now. But for a man like him who's workaholic and who doesn't even give an eye for any woman, it's the hardest thing to do. He has to get married at the age of 30. Their enemies are using that to create a hole in the wall he built. In the mafia world, a man without a wife who's strong enough for their world isn't suitable to be on top. And he is on top as of now. It is obvious that they are all aiming for his downfall and to get his throne. "Just give me some time," he said and took a heavy breath.

Whether he was blood or not. I am the American mafia's leader, Ace Hernandez. When I was seventeen, I was given the mafia to run and to build the most powerful organization on the planet. At the age of 25, I lead a lifestyle that includes drinking, using drugs, and dating women. My mafia obligations were not ignored. I had a reputation for being brutal and unforgiving. That's the last thing you'd ever do: step in my path.

He had to G****e it, but he was sure that he was now the youngest underboss of a mafia group in all of history. He raised his glass at King with the biggest smile he's had all year but when he turned to Joe, he did not see the same excitement reflected back. Joe looked unhappy and was not even afraid to show it in King's presence.

“They’re brothers. Mafia in Sicily. The head honcho, Aamon De Luca, their dad, was killed.” My mind keeps drifting back to something I caught on TV a while back in Sierra’s office. She seemed to know the brothers and had a soft spot for one of them. I squint, trying to recall her exact words. She was pretty specific, like there was more beneath the surface. I thought about digging deeper then, but it didn’t seem relevant to either of my jobs. “The organization is falling apart. Nolan and Flint are on the brink of a full-blown war.” “And?” How well does Sierra really know these guys? Sometimes, the ties between people run deeper than they look.

Then he gently drew her feet onto his lap, cradling them as though to anchor her in place. Alejandro exhaled, heavy with something unspoken, then reached for her hands. He kissed them softly, pressing them against his cheek as though he needed to feel her warmth seep into him. “I was seventeen when I took over the family business. You already know what that means—I became a Mafia boss. The youngest one ever. No one wanted the throne my father left behind; he had made too many enemies. My parents were murdered. It was just me and Danica left. I became her brother and her father while still being a student, a boss, and… a survivor. And somehow, I carried it all.”

The kitchen was filled with the aroma of tomato and oregano, but it didn't soothe me like it normally did. "Why eleven?" I asked, attempting to maintain a steady tone. The average Mafia member didn't completely initiate until they were sixteen years old. "Is it because of his dad?" Umberto stopped moving and grinned, flashing a golden incisor. "You believe that because he is the Boss's son, he has it easy? The decision was made to initiate him early because he killed his first man at the age of eleven." Gianna shrieked. "He's an evil monster."