Lord Of Crime Novels & Stories

"Same fire. Same fighting spirit." They pulled up to the mansion, and the driver smoothly maneuvered through the towering gates. Kate’s eyes widened as she took in the big white mansion, its grandeur stressed by golden lion statues guarding the entrance. "You’re definitely a crime lord," she said, her voice laced with awe. "There’s no way you’d have all this wealth without something illegal going on." Damon smirked, stepping out of the Jeep. "You haven’t seen anything yet," he said, his tone casual. "This mansion? It’s the cheapest one I own."

"You have no idea who I am. Or what I’m capable of, princess. But you’ll learn soon enough." Isabella flinched at his outburst. The man before her wasn't the sweet, smooth talking Nikolai that she met last night at the nightclub, the man who had taken her to heaven and back severally. He was Nikolai Volkol, the Don, kingpin of the Russian underworld.

my driver said. "All right, join me." I exclaimed. I am not that bad I am just immune of hanging around by myself, I am anti soical type of person. I used to pretend with the people around me that I feel not trustworthy I like their company but deeo inside not. They just used to call me as a Mafia Lord because of my billion dollars every month which means I am at the top. I don't want to be proud of it if everyone is just fake when I am around. Yes I can buy all things through money, but I can't buy love which last forevermore. I would never choose temporary things over eternal. Money is only use for people's happiness. Money can use you, money can be your God. And I don't want money to cont

I walked briskly towards the interrogation room with anticipation running through my veins. Leonardo Ricci was a bastard who got away with almost everything and almost turned this city into his personal empire. A man whose crimes spanned across nations, a name that sent fear into the hearts of the most dangerous criminals. The bastard I had spent five years trying to pin down but he just walked in and surrendered? Bullshit!

he growled, making me flinch. "Right," I whispered. Then came the sound of breaking bones and Lorenzo’s loud screams. "This is for touching her!" "How dare you?" Lorenzo's father growled, stepping forward. But Marco pressed the pistol nozzle to his skull, making him freeze. No one could move. The Castellano family was in the wrong for betraying the Haydens. Luca wasn’t just Don of the Haydens. He was Don of all Cosa Nostra. A bullet fired from Luca's pistol, lodging itself in Lorenzo's already broken arm.

Cattleya’s POV ONE WEEK LATER, I dropped the hot coffee, sending it splattering across the floor. Then, my heart pounded as I listened to the news report. "Breaking News: The notorious drug lord, false identity as a good detective turned out to be the son of Don Marco Gambino. The police already have him in jail, and it's true that the authorities got all the evidence that Nikolai Gambino, also known as Nikolai Stone, working as a detective, is the man who killed Ariella Sullivan and kidnapped her twin sister, Cattleya Sullivan..."

They have every reason to keep showing up in my space, begging to be wiped out of existence. A bunch of effing apes. They’re just so goddamn annoying, doing everything possible to get my attention. Chad flinches at my sudden outburst and turns to me. "The Lord of the Night? Isn’t that supposed to be a powerful mafia group that controls half of New York?" "Mafia, yes, but I’ll have to disagree on the rest," I grumble under my breath, sparing him a glance. "And you’re not allowed to say their name," I add, feeling more irritated by the minute.

He stood up while looking cocky and glared at Liam ferociously. The rich kid who was a bootlicker got all worked up and jumped up from his seat as if he was psyched up. His face was covered in excitement as he said, "Let's see how cocky Liam can be now. Darion is here. Liam's done for. Darion is the mafia boss of this area. He's incredibly ruthless. Nobody in this area dares to cross him at all." The rich kid let out a cruel sneer as he spoke. He stared at Liam frostily, as if he was telling Liam that he was dead meat.

I had barely contained anger going through my veins and the result was me clenching my jaws harder than I could even clench my fists. I took my seat and they all did the same. All except for Lord Timotee of course. He was the head and the spokesperson as well as the eldest wolf of all of them. He was dressed in the best silk clothing and didn’t seem like a man who was mourning the death of his first born child that I had killed for touching what didn’t belong to him. And I’d do it again. Lord Timotee stepped forward and bowed again. “Your majesty, the head of the new Lycaronia order, I am Lord Timotee, the—”

Lorenzo promised he was gonna discard of the dress and I managed to relax in his arms again. “Who was that man?” I finally managed to ask through the lump my throat. Lorenzo hesitated for a moment before responding. “That’s one of the sons of one of the main mafia lords of the country. It’s safe to say that we’ve now become rivals after what happened here tonight.”