Almighty Imperial Gangsters Novels & Stories

Emily I watch as Felix brings the room to attention. “Friends,” he says, “we wouldn’t have been here without Emily’s excellence in corporate espionage. This is why sometimes, the mafia needs someone from not around here because while we may have the brawns, they have the brains!” Sounds of laughter, claps, and “here, here’s” chime around the room. I blush. All of this, everything, it’s for me. “Emily,” says Felix. “You deserve a commission for the money you won us back. Doesn’t she, folks?”

But I inevitably felt frustrated when I remember he mentioned the sex slave thingy. "D-damien, you're joking right?" I laughed along with that because I wanted to hide my frustration. "Sabrina, I'm not just a businessman but, I'm a mafia king too. A dominant and a sadist. I like to play in the bed but to someone I want. I have flings before but no one of them ever pass my standards." I was just stunned by what he said. I didn’t know what to say because I was surprised too.

My father and Giuseppe were the most important, but my father's character was more fearsome; when he died, I accepted my destiny, and Giuseppe knew that the place of the Don of the Italian Mafia was mine by right and did not question it. I grew strong and became the most feared and violent Capo; at night, I lived intensely in my casino and business, no woman resisted me, that's why I earned the name of "The Devil," a man without scruples, strong and ruthless, the Devil in person and the worst nightmare for my enemies.

He met my gaze and then glanced at the driver. Immediately, I got the hint. Ralph couldn’t go into details because the driver might be listening. But he didn’t have to because he was right: I already knew that the people who failed had died. “What kind of business were they? The ones you and Ben couldn’t stop.” “Clubs.” The Mafia King breathed. Then, he turned and kissed the edge of my ear, and then whispered, “They reap the greatest profits. Booze and drugs.” I turned my face towards him and kissed him on the lips, and then lingered to reply, “But you still managed to close some?”

I rose slowly, every muscle screaming with suppressed rage. "Explain," I commanded, the single word echoing through the cavernous space. He nodded frantically. "They arrived exactly as planned. Romeo led the team." Romeo. Of course, it was Romeo. The Bloodshot Empire’s favorite pit bull. I swear, I hated that guy almost as much as I hated those four damned quadruplets. "We thought everything was going smoothly," the gangster continued, his voice shaky. "We thought we had them." I let out a bitter laugh.

Did Kael get me in or not? “Oh, yes. You may enter.” I exhaled quietly and stepped inside. The ballroom glitters, bodies moving in a ballroom dance in perfect sync with the music, and soft laughter echoing around the room. The Ventura family is known for these lavish events. Untouchable and filled with the worst kind of people: corrupt politicians, bought law enforcement, and a network built on fear. The most dangerous mafia family in Europe. And tonight, I am walking straight into it. I pick up a drink and scan the room. I need to find Caspian.

Once we've reached the door, Sebastian says, "I expected more from you, Damien. You don't live up to your reputation. I'm disappointed." Damien turns. All he does is smile, a small smile. He doesn't show teeth. It chills me to my core, but I don't know about Sebastian. He seems to be enjoying this. Is he the leader of the Brown gang? But he can't be that much older than me. I'm confused. I thought we would be dealing with powerful older men, but apart from their bodyguards, they're just kids. "I'll go take a piss." Ethan declares. He turns to one of the guys standing around with his gun on display. "Take me to one of the bathrooms."

“I’m not here for that! I only came because of the watch!” “Liar,” she hissed, her nails digging into my arm. “I know women like you—chasing after powerful men like Damien for their wealth and influence. But let me tell you something: he’ll never love you. Men like Damien don’t love. They use, and then they dispose.” Her next words sent a chill down my spine. “He’s a member of Santos.” My eyes widened. I had heard the name before—the infamous Santos gang, a deadly mafia group known for their ruthlessness.

The east coast was part of the mafia groups’ aggression pact, but something felt off the moment Nightroe set foot here. Capo Luciano had said there was a secret meeting that seemed to have turned into a brutal attack. Everyone scattered as gunfire erupted wildly into the night sky. There was no preparation. Nightroe had only one pistol—which might not be enough to take down these anonymous attackers. He needed a place to hide, while the wild gunfire seemed deliberately aimed at him. Only luck could bring him back alive, but Nightroe knew... he wasn’t that lucky. Not when it came to life; love; or anything else intense enough. His body froze momentarily as he felt something hot and burning at

Unfortunately, it didn’t work like that. “What the fuck happened?” Dominic asked. “Were you able to know who the men were?” I asked him. “Yeah. They ran away, but I saw the tattoos they had on their wrists. They are a member of a local gang. They must have been paid for someone. That gang is beneath you. There is no way they would pick a fight like that.” “I have my theories, Dom. Take me to where they operate.” Dominic drove there. I didn’t care that it was just as two. We were enough to fight them all. Not that they would. The whole of New York was at my feet, and a bunch of other states that I controlled.