Mafia King Novels & Stories

The driver parked the car in the underground parking lot after dropping Catherine and Sarah at the doorstep. Something caught Catherine’s attention when she has just reached the door. She turned back to take a good look when she found a video playing on the big screen on the opposite building of mart. The video was of a very fine, handsome man giving an interview. She recognized the man in an instant. The man is the president of Vitale Group, Evan Vitale, her brother’s closest friend, and her childhood sweetheart. Their parents also shared the closest bond despite being from two Mafia clans, so the children also became the closest kin to each other.

Maxim Levitsky! What the fuck was he doing in our meeting? They were never a part of our Mafia World. We had always sworn enemies to each other. Before I could react to anything, Mafia King, Gideon took the chance to speak, " Please take your seat, Alpha Don." A Mafia King didn't hold powers more than me. They got the title from their family and worked as an instructor in the Mafia. Wearing a cold expression, I got on my seat, glaring at Maxim Levitsky from time to time.

•GIA• Mario Montez... He was my nightmare. He was a ruthless mafia king who killed for fun and didn’t care about anyone’s feelings but his own. He had two little sisters whom he protected with his life, and when my father killed his youngest sister in a failed assassin job meant for Mario, he came after my family and took everything that my father owned. He made him pay for his sins, and he stripped my father of everything that belonged to him. Including me.

And I like it that way. I'm called the King of the night for a reason. I'm a King because there's none like me. Yes, you can fúcking call me a god. I'm my own boss and the most desired by every Mafia Lord. Send me on a mission and be guaranteed it's a done deal. It doesn't matter who I'm sent to kill, or torture. It doesn't matter if he's the Mayor or the God-damn President. Just meet my demands and your enemy is down to the floor. Of course, I'm fucking expensive. For a man who never fails on a mission, I should be fucking expensive.

He was really expecting me to be easily manipulated and intimidated into conceding to such an abomination, wasn’t he? “You are my mate and I am your Luna,” he looked like he wanted to say something, but I cut in, clearly letting him know I wasn’t finished yet. “Your ONLY Luna. It’s always been one Luna to one Alpha, and that’s how it’s going to be Lucian.”

"I swear to god if you dont get your ass right here, I -" "FINE" I shouted taking a seat still quite further from him. Infuriating human. My stomach growled at the sight of the pizza and before he can say anything I took a piece for myself. Fortunately, he didn't say anything just took the remote going through N*****x. The guy doesn't even have a my list. I guess it is stupid to assume, the mafia king here watches N*****x he is bored. He probably does other things, but what? "What do you want to see?" He asks his eyes on me.

I expressed my gratitude for him. “And thank you for accepting me with all my flaws. You still choose to live with a mafia king.” He said and wrapped me in his embrace. I felt happy to be claimed by the mafia king. [ The End ]

I then open my laptop to check out the info Alex sent me. I open the email where Rhys and his son Zayden meadows information is there. I need to know whom I am dealing with in case things go worst. In the shadowy underworld of organised crime, one name reigns supreme: Rhys Meadows. The ruthless and cunning Mafia King has built an empire through blood, sweat, and tears, crushing all who dare oppose him. His reign of terror is legendary, and his power is unmatched.

Julianna nodded her head. "No wonder he looked a little familiar to me just now. Now that I think about him. If I remember correctly, he should be Silverash Group's CEO, Zackary. Previously, my magazine wanted to give him an interview, so it prepared a series of information about him. I have read it unintentionally. He just returned last year, and previously, he had been abroad, and had something with the mafia. He set up a mafia in the United States, dealing with pornography, gambling, drug abuse and trafficking. He made a lot of money from gambling, and later, he was washed clean. He started a trading company in the United States, expanding to Europe, and last year, he returned and began t

My father raised me to be a king. Not a princess, not a pawn in some arranged marriage , not a pretty daughter paraded out for alliances . I was the only child of Alessandro D'Angelo, one the most feared mafia don, and he raised me to be his heir—his successor. I was taught to shoot before I was taught to ride a bicycle. Taught to snap a man's wrist before I was taught to dance. By the age of thirteen, I had learned the names of all the great families and how to kill them best.