Mafia Fiction Novels & Stories

"This is common in the mafia world, and you will soon get used to it. You are my wife, and you should support me." "My principles are against this; I will not support you in this sin even if I want to." "So stay away from my business, baby." He kissed her on the forehead and wore his coat. "I will meet you in the evening; take care of yourself." With this, he went out of the room, and Eva sat in the corner of the bed. This world is really dark; there are no people here who think like her. Eva's eyes dropped, her gaze falling on the floor as she felt a sense of isolation wash over her. She knew that she didn't fit into this world, where morality was flexible and principles were compromised. S

Lucas shrugged, then moved the man's body in front of him to recognize who he was and which side he belonged to. Liam's troops. He found that most of the bodies in this mansion were Liam's troops, not the ElWagner troops still loyal to Rafael. "They died because they deserved it. Isn't that right, Axton?" Liam walked down the stairs and stopped not far from him. Lucas nodded, "I think they died not because they deserved it but because you wanted it." There was no fear in his eyes even though he was facing a dangerous man. With all his cunning and bravery, Liam had successfully betrayed Rafael—a big mafia who led an underground network in America and Europe.

Ken answered, “As long as you’re with me you’ll be safe.” “Why is that?” I asked. “I am one of the most feared Mafia leaders out there,” he smirked,”Only the stupid people dare to mess with me.” “Okay then,” I mutter. “We’re here,” Cole announced. “Lets party,” Dexter cheered. We got out of the car, and I looked at the big house in front of me. “Jesus you guys must be billionaires,” I gaped. "What did u expect,” Ken clarified. We walked into the house, and I was surprised to see everyone look so……classy.

“Congratulations, Boss!” Without waiting for the celebration, Drake turned on his heel and walked out of the church. Amy followed closely behind, flanked by a sea of suits and heavy artillery. The moment the heavy church doors slammed shut behind them, the priest’s knees gave out, and he collapsed onto the altar floor, completely unconscious. Meanwhile, across the city, the atmosphere was entirely different. Inside the fortified syndicate of the Blood Pact Mafia. The second largest crime syndicate in Italy. Athan, a hardened man in his early fifties, sat high on a leather chair that served as his throne. The air in his private chambers was thick with the pungent, sweet scent of a heavy blunt