Mafia Boss Novels & Stories

I listened intently, trying to understand the complexities of his empire. “As you know, I'm the most powerful and influential mafia lord in the city, not someone you fiddled with for any reason! I own and control more than half of the city! I always call the shots!” He disclosed, hitting his chest boastfully, basking in his pride. Irritated by his arrogance, glared at him and looked away. He still didn't stop. “I own the malls, the storehouses, the restaurants, the bars, the clubhouses, and other businesses! So many of them!” He continued, adding to my aggravation.

I started the car and headed for her hotel, my mind racing. She opened the door, her face grim. I stepped in wordlessly and she shut it firmly behind me. "Molly, there's something you need to know about Declan Shaughnessy," she said bluntly. "One of my clients knows him well from his former life in New York. Declan is a crime boss in the Irish mafia." I stared at her; sure I'd misheard. "What? No, Declan owns a security company, he told me ..." I trailed off at the pity in her eyes.

He walked off to his previous sitting position. A man stood up to volunteer himself for the job. Boss was the number one mafia lord ruling in both New York and Las Vegas. His identity was unknown as he will always put on a mask. Every one of the people present in the meeting was one-way help by the boss. The boss found them at the brink of death, nurtured, fed them, and gives them life by empowering them with monies and company. His name rang in every household in New York, every trace to get to him was futile. He is a very skilled man who never leaves any traces unless he chooses to kill his predator.

6 "Yes of course, who hasn't? They are one of the strongest mafias all around the world," "Yes that's true, and who is their boss Anastasia?" "Could you ask a dumber question I clearly don't know! Neither does the rest of the world," I roll my eyes, "I do," "Yeah right," "You're so delusional Anastasia, the boss is a very close friend of mine," "Oh really?" "Yes Anastasia, do you want to know his name?" "Yeah," "Okay, Anastasia, his name is Luca, Luca Phoenix, you're looking at the boss of the 'Phoenix' mafia," 1

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

I just shook my head at him and smiled a little. "Eh? What type are you Reian? I heard that the 1st Mafia Boss here is handsome...what's his name?" Brenda asked Maureen, Maureen pouted as if she was thinking deeply. "Hellion....ah yes! Hellion, I heard he is the most handsome in the whole Mafia World hehehe" They both giggled. Even I was surprised by what they said but I couldn't help but smile. They don't know me being owned by Saint after all. So I have no right to hate the male flesh of my entire system.

It was then that I remembered what the internet said when I decided to check him up. BRYCE GILBERT BILLIONAIRE. OWNER OF THE BIGGEST CONGLOMERATE IN THE COUNTRY, ROURMED TO BE THE LEADER OF THE POWERFUL GILBERT MAFIA GANG. It’s been said that the Gilberts was a mafia family lineage, known to be the most powerful mafia gang. The government couldn’t arrest them because they were part of the government too. Hence their, prolonged existence. My line of thought was suddenly interrupted when I heard shouts.

It was obvious in their dynamic. I’d also heard a few stories from Marina. She was the only one I got to talk to as she brought me food every day. She told me about how easy it was to set Maxim off. She also testified that she had seen a lot of people drop dead in front of her just for testing Maxim. The Russian mob was known to be ruthless but their leader was even more feared. He was the most feared of all the mafias in America. I never thought the don would be someone this young. I didn’t know his age but I knew he hadn’t crossed his thirties.

Respect for Andrei extended not only to his followers but even to his most bitter enemies, who recognized his power and ability to maintain control in a city filled with rivalries and unbridled ambitions. From that night on, Andrei Borisov's name resonated even more strongly in the dark corridors of the criminal underworld. His coldness and cruelty became legends, and his shadow extended beyond the walls of his gothic mansion, reminding everyone that he was the most feared and respected mafioso in the country. ** Andrei Borisov's reputation as the most feared mafioso in the country was solid. His fortress was a place where loyalty was rewarded and betrayal was ruthlessly punished. His men kn

I added and opened the car gently, picking another gun from the box. I came out of hiding, shooting down anyone on my way to where Dante was. He seemed like their boss, and it was always like that in the mafia world. The boss of the boss is always the main killer. I gestured to Aless, who was fighting off one of the guys, to meet me at the spot where Dante was. The thought that these people killed my brother raced through my mind again. “Fuck you!” I cursed at a guy and shot him right in the center of his head, rage pulsing through my veins.