Lord Of Crime Novels & Stories

No humanity, just hunger. “You’re him,” she whispered. “The Devil of the Underworld.” He bowed his head slightly, a mockery of courtly manners. “Dante Moretti. Though most only whisper my name.” Her heart pounded. Dante Moretti wasn’t just a crime lord—he was a myth. A monster in a designer suit. A man with more blood on his hands than the war itself. Rumors said he didn’t age, didn’t bleed, didn’t sleep. That he struck deals in shadows, and those who betrayed him were never found again. Or if they were, it was in pieces.

Power. Money. Strength. Three dangerous boon whoever poses turns into arrogant. Undefeatable. That’s what he is. Alvish Lorenzo. The most feared mafia lord in the history of underworld. And a big time womanizer. Being filthy rich and powerful, he believes that there is nothing in this world he wants and cannot have it. He has done enough sins that hell itself will refuse to let him inside. No politician, no law can stand before him and put a leash. He is invincible.

“But if you want to stay alive, you have no choice.” “That still doesn’t answer everything.” I crossed my arms, narrowing my eyes. “What are you really, Luigi?” My voice was firm, challenging. “I demand answers. You’re not just a billionaire owner of a publishing company.” He watched me for a moment, then let out a long sigh. “You’re right.” His gaze darkened even more. “I’m not just a businessman. That’s just a façade.” A chill ran down my spine. “I’m Luigi Romano, the head of the most powerful crime organization in New York.”

He asked calmly. Lord Night was one of the ruthless Dons in El Salvador, controlling seven dangerous gangs. Lord Night was bad news and hardly attended any meetings or socialized with other Lords. He loved drugs and abused women in the name of fun. He was never in Casper’s good or bad books because their paths never crossed.

“That was an exception, one I’ll never make again.” The nights we spent alone together made me think Cato was a regular guy. We had deep conversations, tender embraces, and he said the sweetest things to me. He was soft and gentle, kissing me like he loved me and fucking me like I was the only woman he wanted for the rest of his life. But that couldn’t mask the truth—he was a crime lord. He turned back to me, reading the distress on my face. “What is it?”

I couldn't help but wonder about the violent past that had marked him with such an ugly scar. I wasn't naive; everyone knew of the Reapers Ring, a notorious Mafia gang masquerading as a tech company in the New York City’s shadows. They had law enforcement in their pocket, making them virtually untouchable. The identity of their enigmatic boss was shrouded in secrecy, known only by the name Lorenzo McLaren, the feared Mafia Lord. Rumors about him filled the city, tales of unspeakable horrors and the brutal path he took to attain his position of unchallenged power. Even the city's Mayor groveled at his feet like a dog. The only recognizable figure affiliated with this dark underworld was Giova

But before I can take another step further, he grabs my hand. "Who do you think I am? A fool?" His voice drops. My heart falls to my stomach. There's this layer of venom beneath that calm voice that makes my skin crawl with nervousness. I laugh nervously, "I didn't mention such. Why would you just assume?" I look over my shoulder. "I am a Lycan lord. A lord of crime," he steps closer, eating the space between us, "I know when someone from my circle is about to betray me."

“You’re wondering who I am. Why I stopped those bastards from roasting you alive.” Alexei swallowed. “Yes, i... I was a bit surprised, sir.” Lucien smiled, call me Lucien, Capo or better still The Don. Ok sir... The Don, he stammered. “I am Capo Lucien Delacroix, my full name. Lord and Don of this city’s underworld. Every politician you’ll ever see on the news? I own them. Every business that looks untouchable? They pay me. The police that dragged you into alleys before? They salute me when I walk past.”

Mathias asked, surprised. Candice had just retrieved her scroll back when Thaddeus suspiciously asked, "This powerful ally, what is his name?" She let a broad smile spread her lips as she clutched the scroll firmly to her chest. "My elders, you know who he is. He is our Lord and Alpha, King Wayne. Son of Warren Wyatt, leader of the pack of the grey wolves. Protector of the plane Weode and all its hinterlands." "Welcome to a new era. You have pledged your allegiance to him and to the new world he will create."

he murmured. But the euphoria didn’t last long. A nagging doubt crept into Jacques’ mind. Turning back to Frederick, he asked cautiously, “How do you plan to do it?” Frederick’s expression darkened. “You know who Leonard is, don’t you? He’s a mafia lord—a criminal who bends the law to his will. True, I’m no match for his influence over the legal system, but when it comes to cunning...” Frederick paused, his lips curving into a sly smile. “Your father could rival any mafia leader with his cleverness.”