Jimin Mafia Novels & Stories

"Let's go." Hyunmin keeps up with us. "Our boy here has the biggest crush on Kang Soo." Jae-in groans, let's go of my hand, and hurries up ahead. I laugh. "Seriously?" Kang Soo is one of the boys who were standing outside the elevator moments ago. He's 22 and the main rapper of the group. Also happens to be the tallest. Jae-in's predicament is something he shares with a million others. "You should have seen his face a while ago," Fiona inputs heartily. It's one of the few times I've heard her speak without a malicious tone to her words. "Red, eyes wide. He can't even hide it."

I need to leave. I clenched my hands tightly, turning my knuckles white. What have I done? Just about everything hit me hard. I am the only heir of the Mafia lord who is my father. My potential spouse, Nicolas, is a Mafia boss. Cia, whom I consider being my closest friend, is a Mafia princess. Daisy, who I viewed as a mother figure, belongs to the Mafia. I am surrounded by them!

he spat in annoyance, "Don't you know who I am??" "Should I?" Hosun raised a brow and folded his arms. This came almost as a shock to Yoonjin. He, the well-known Min Yoonjin and partner to famous Kim Namgyu, was being openly disrespected by some kids. All of Seoul knew Min Yoonjin. Apparently not the airhead in front of him. "I am Min Yoonjin." the older said, his voice deep and threatening. "Uh, okay?" Hosun shrugged and poked the expensive phone against Yoonjin's chest, forcing him to take it.

Manik seethed looking at her and she got shifted on the bed when she found him opening his shirt buttons. "Let me tell you kitten who actually i am. I am a mafia who rules mumbai. Whole mumbai is under my control and now you also. You were unlucky my kitten because i have already selected you for myself now you're mine. Willingly of unwillingly you have to be on my bed. You will be fucked by me every night. You will be called as my whore in my mansion." He roared like a tiger and threw the white shirt on the bed, besides her.

asked Liam confusedly. “You know, I did business with Jeons, Hyun Jin’s father, but it’s been a while. I thought I had seen this handsome guy before because he has a face that stands out but I couldn’t remember. He remembered me and came to meet me with his friends. Isn’t he really nice? I always thought he looks like my little brother” said Jaemin with a polite smile. “You have a little brother?” asked Liam confusedly. “I had but then he died” said Jaemin in a dark tone.

“Look, you’re mad. Punch me.” “I think getting physical doesn’t suit my temper,” I said. “You’re petty. This is low.” “You haven’t seen her being petty yet,” another voice broke into our conversation. The owner of the voice walked down the stairs, black almond-shaped eyes looked down amused. He was half Korean, nicknamed Misha. His birth name was Gun Min He. He was the oldest member of KJM, having quit the FBI four years ago to work with us. With a lean, muscular figure and a height of about 5’8”, he had a presence that commanded attention.

That same hand that pulled a trigger right in front of me. I placed the photo back down. The bitterness burned through my throat like acid. The phone on the bed vibrated. A message popped up from Luca. ~ LUCA: The church priest’s file you asked for. I'm sending the details now. I unlocked the phone and scrolled through. Name: Father Kieran Hale. Background: An Unknown Orphan Occupation: Parish Priest of St. Philomena Cathedral. Age: 27. Former Occupation: A church worker. I scrolled down to see a picture attached down. He really had changed, his once tough body now looked fragile under my gaze, his faltering fake smile looked clean like he couldn't hurt a fly.

She muttered, her voice barely above a whisper. He nodded, turning to the chef. “You heard her, didn’t you?” He asked and the maid nodded, heading back to the open kitchen. Chiara’s gaze flicked to the other man sitting across from Dante. He had black hair, light olive skin and a small black moustache under his nose. He was the only person she knew nothing about. The man, seeming to notice her curious stare, looked up and flashed her a slight grin. “I’m Nico, Dante’s best friend.”

Ava tried to shield me from anything from my past and I understood her because just a few minutes ago I spiraled because I heard a familiar name. “What?” He gave her a confused look. “What’s going on there?” I asked. Ava sighed because she knew she could do nothing about this. “There’s rumors of a war starting soon. I need to see if they're true.” He said. There are only two powerful mafia families in Chicago and they are the Morreti’s and the Deluca’s. Adrian didn’t mention this to me.

I was getting annoyed by his constant pestering, so I decided to go play golf with my dad to get some peace. Coincidentally, Uncle Luca’s son passed by and joined us. Just as we were about to exchange contact information, Leonardo suddenly showed up. Uncle Luca’s son recognized him and said excitedly, “You’re Leonardo, right? I’m Jack. Nice to meet you.” Leonardo nodded perfunctorily, his gaze fixed on me the entire time. After a round, I had just finished wiping my sweat when Leonardo handed over a bottle of water.