Lord Of Crime Novels & Stories

His fiery red hair reflected his dark personality and discontent with the world. His fiery red hair symbolized a passion and courage that only originated from his father's legacy. Mr. Toredo Senior was a powerful and influential criminal mastermind before Leon's father surpassed him in wealth. Although physically fragile, Napoli's crafty nature made him appear great, albeit in deceit. In reality, behind the façade of his leadership, Napoli lacked the courage to face the consequences of his evil actions. His cowardice enveloped him, and he often used his armed men as shields to protect himself from any threats or daring confrontations.

But still my father was not avenged. The longest week of my life finally ended. I was taken by Evinrude. The person who had bought the stolen crate of guns from Hector the very first time. He was not a monster, not even a devil. Even Lucifer himself was innocent in front of Evinrude. Hundreds of Lucifers together make one Evinrude.

Every inch the Alpha Lycan. "Do you know who I am, Mrs Corvinus?" The mother turns to look at him. Slowly. Like he's an insect that just buzzed too close. "Of course I know who you are." Her smile is cold. Mocking. "Who doesn't know Dante De León? The son of the De León family. The mafia lord. The drug lord. The trafficker." She pauses. Lets the words sink in. "You are known for very infamous reasons, Mr. De León. So why wouldn't I know you? The almighty Lycan King?"

"Wait, what did you say his name was?" "Luciano. Why?" Maria's face went pale. "Aurora, please tell me you didn't sleep with Luciano Romano." "How do you know his last name?" "Because everyone in this city knows that name." Maria grabbed Aurora's hands. "Aurora, Luciano Romano runs the most powerful crime family on the east coast. He's not just dangerous, he's lethal. People who cross him disappear." Aurora felt the blood drain from her face. "That's impossible."

The driver rapped, joining him. Ignoring him, Damien took a few strides until he got to where Scarlett laid. After examining the scratch on his car, he checked her pulse. “She isn't dead.” He announced, and the driver let out a sigh of relief, wiping the beads of perspiration from his forehead. Measuring six feet, two inches tall, Damien rose with his hands tucked in his pockets. His height and physique made him command attention anywhere he went, coupled with the intimidating aura which he possessed. Thirty-year-old Damien Steel was the current leader of the Moretti family, a notorious and one of the most powerful gangs that controlled the region.

He straddled my legs, pinning me down with a dark, unreadable look. “You need to learn your place,” he murmured, his voice sending a shiver down my spine. “You’ve forgotten that I’m a crime lord; there are certain things we fucking have in place, and mundane people like you wouldn’t get it.” I struggled beneath him, but his grip was iron. “Dontrell, stop—” His belt unbuckled with a sharp click. My breath came in rapid bursts. “Tonight, I’m taking back what’s mine," he growled, his breath hot against my lips. "You forgot the rules, but don’t worry—I’ll carve them into your skin. Every inch of you belongs to me, and I’m claiming you piece by fucking piece."

Leo grinned, knowing that his offer hit me exactly where he wanted it to. “Speechless, darling ?” I nodded softly, almost like a robot. He lifted himself off the bed and came near to me. His body relaxing as It bent over, his face getting closer. His fingers gently massaged my cheeks. He whispered. “No matter what anyone tells you, do not forget, I am the OverLord of the Mafia. The one and the only boss. All of America is my turf. And when I want something, it's mine already. I… do… not lose.”

Like the manipulated bastard that he was, he told Nicole's father that he was no longer sure if he wanted the marriage as his safety and wellbeing was now in question. Obviously her father was quick to beg for his forgiveness on her behalf and also urge him not to give up on his daughter. He even added that Nicole was only acting childish and marriage was the very thing she needed if she was going to grow up and start acting mature and who better to teach his daughter the ways of the world than his long time friend now turned brother. Don Matteo made it seem like he was the one doing Christopher a favour by marrying his 'hellhound' of a daughter.

"That's the problem. You're the lord of a crime family, Eros, you don't have the freedom to do whatever you want anymore." "Then what's the point of becoming the lord? I didn't get my hands dirty to let a bunch of old men push me around." "No, you didn't, but you also didn't do all that killing just to lose control of your family because you refused to play the game." Lycus rolls his eyes at my anger. Of everyone in the Kazan organization, he fears me the least, the asshole. He knows I'll hurt him, but he's not afraid to hurt me back.

I sat and crossed my ankle over my other knee. "Good, now speak," When all was said and done, I got up. "Tell Alex to come to the den." "Yes, boss," I took the piece of cloth he offered. "What do you want us to do with him?" "Dispose of him," I said, cleaning the blood from my hands, and I walked out of the warehouse. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Tywin owed a hefty amount to the Russian drug lord." "So the Russians are behind it?" If she is Russian, that could be a problem. I sat back in the seat as Alex put a file in front of me. He stood across the desk in the study of the den.