Lord Of Crime Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“A drug gang.” Her jaw clenched. “You run a drug gang?” I nodded once. “Yes.” A beat of silence. Then— “You run a fucking drug gang??” Her voice rose, and I swore Ivy twitched in her crib. “Kelly…” She threw her hands up. “Oh, so you’re not just some CEO, or a businessman, or a mysterious man who works late nights, you’re a whole drug lord??” I dragged a hand down my face. “Not lord. That’s dramatic.”

The woman glowered at him and it was Schwartz who made the introductions as the Boss was on his phone. “Meet Melissa Lord, Mrs. Lord. I think you know Tristan Lord?’ his voice was without guile but O’Connor knew a warning when he heard one. Everyone in the world of crime knew of Tristan Lord, the brilliant lawyer who worked for the Cosa Nostra mob , his disastrous first marriage to the daughter of the Condor and then the second marriage to a woman who had been a topless dancer at some seedy bar owed by Grigori, the scion of the mob. His gaze swung back to her speculatively and away.

“This wasn’t part of it…” He crouched beside her, his face inches from hers, his lips curled into a wicked smirk. “Oh, it was exactly part of it. You just didn’t read it…..poor little naive Seraphina,” he said mockingly. “This was my game from the beginning; my setup….my rules.” He stood tall and proud. “I’m Vincenzo De Luca, the Mafia Lord of Manhattan; I don’t lose, I don’t beg. Let me bust your bubble…. I take whatever I want…. And in my games I always win.”

"Any whore would do." Rage filled him, and before anyone could react, he had the lord pinned by the door. His muscled arm choking the devil by his neck. "Dinara is not a whore I can just forget. She is a lady and I will never, ever treat her otherwise." He gritted through his teeth. Lucifer's response was to punch him in his gut and he doubled over with the sharp pain. He groaned but he looked up when he heard his fellow mob boss chuckle.

He was careful around my injuries, his fingers soft as they washed away the dried blood crusted around the bullet graze on my shoulder. I watched him work, noting the way his jaw was clenched tight and his eyes refused to meet mine, like he was afraid of what he might see reflected there. "Are attacks like this common?" I asked quietly. Dante was silent for a long moment, his hands stilling in my hair where he'd been working shampoo through the blood-matted strands. Then he sighed, the sound heavy with exhaustion and resignation. "Violence is part of my world," he said honestly, his voice rough. "I'm a crime lord, a Lycan King, and that means enemies will always try to challenge me."

He is just so stubborn, too damn stubborn. “Kill me, Lorenzo… KILL ME!!! You can fucking kill me, but you can’t stop what’s coming for you. The Lycan King is coming, he’ll fucking kill you, you’ll never take control of this city never again!.” He coughed out in pain as he coughed up blood and struggled to breathe, his hands holding his shoulder as he tried to stop the bleeding from his gun wound. I couldn’t stop thinking about his name though, Lucas had called him Lorenzo. It sounds so familiar, it sounds like the name of the Mafia Lord that king Dominic had sent me to go in search of. It’s just too much to take in, I mean, none of this makes any sense. I’m pretty sure that this is the man t

He had a dream, to be a topper so that he would be accepted in the best companies in the Country. And it was almost about to end a year ago only if he had not met Lucas. Lucas David. He was the King of Underworld, the undisputed Ruler of Mafia kingdom. Every single child knew him. Every boy feared of him. He was a nightmare for all. He was often seen on the roads of the city, moving in his Mercedes. He was ruthless, heartless, and cold. He had nothing to be used as his weakness. He had none. But he was honest. He was not a liar. He wasn’t a cheater. He was a fair man. It was kind of interesting incident for him to meet Liam around a year back.

When she finished her dance, the light turned off, and Lord Lucifer stood, taking the mic. "Hey toy..." he spoke arrogantly... "How much is your worth? I want you to spend a night with me..." The whole hall went mad... "You mean the Almighty Lord Lucifer, who hates ladies... The boss of all the Mafia Clan in Asia is asking a girl how much is her worth; he wants her to fucking spend a night with him..." "Toy???" Aurora spoke, holding her fist... and the whole crowd exclaimed. "No lady has the right to speak when Lord Lucifer speaks..."

I snapped at myself “Did you say something, young lady?” “I-I said I’d pay my Father’s debt. Take me with you” “Do you know who sent me?” He arched a brow “Mafia, Vermont Cardoniss,” I replied sharply. A smirk crawled to his lips. “I’d take this one.”

The only reason I had fought tooth and nail to leave Russia. Alisa was everything to me. And Luca knew that. I pressed my lips tightly in anger. I was cornered. I didn't have a choice. It was either this job or Alisa's life, and I would protect Alisa with everything I had. My eyes opened, staring blankly into his. “Who do you want dead?” “The lord of the Italian Mafia,” He replied. “Hell.” No fucking way!