Mafia King Novels & Stories

I knew who he was. Everyone knew about Alejandro King. He was a huge mafia boss and owned lots of businesses both near and far. He was known for being a ruthless murderer who’d snap your neck in a second, so I knew that whatever my father did was not good and that is why I made Alejandro promise me that he wouldn’t hurt my father.

How can one man have this much enemies? That was when Xavier opened his eyes. Khalil held Jade back from reacting. With a groan, he tried to get up but realized he was tied up. “Fuck!" He growled. “Well, well, well.” The king roared with laughter. “Guess who I have at my feet.” Xavier finally looked up. “Mustafa,” He smiled. “Son of a bitch.” Xavier breathed. “The Mafia Lord himself,” Mustafa took delight in seeing him suffer in the ropes. “Get him up.” The king ordered.

What a lovely day it had turned into for everyone except for a particular mafia boss. The mafia boss let out a muted noise of discontentment. Didn't they have anything interesting to report? Traitors to be made examples of? No people playing in territory that didn't belong to them? Anything would've been better than the financial report his right-hand man continued to drone on about. David's head remained supported by a hand under his chin as he forced himself to continue listening.

I felt that was why his enemies were able to terminate him easily. But I, being the present king of the mafia world, knew I couldn’t make the same mistake my father made. I promised to keep my people close and safe so that we could protect each other. What I could boast of was that since I became the mafia King, my hands weren’t soaked with the blood of the innocent nor was I responsible for the death of any innocent person. I hated it when the innocent were killed. I felt mafia business should be between mafia gangs and ordinary people should be left out of any conflict.

“You see, your father took my products, and didn't pay me. That's the problem.” “It doesn't have anything to do with me.” Enzo snapped. “I don't handle his ..” “No?” He arched his eyebrow. “Weren't your his favourite son five seconds ago?” Enzo swallowed hard in silence. “That's the thing about playing heir.” It sickened me that the tattooed man was enjoying this. “When things go wrong, you have to suffer it.” “Listen, I'll get my father to pay…” only a fool would miss how Enzo's voice trembled.

Over the past handful of days, the hospital had been rife with rumors. “I am.” Still no inflection, like the man had become the mask. No explanation, no excuses. So, I pressed on. “That you unified the Mafia for profit.” “I did.” I should be grateful that he wouldn’t deny what I knew to be true—that Aldo Marcello was one of the most feared Mafia kings to ever rule the streets of New York. Iron-fisted, my co-workers whispered to each other, words hushed by fear and awe. Ruthless. Domineering. Nobody can oppose his rule.

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 ]

But I gave her a better ending than the fate she would have gotten if she had married that man. Dimitri Volkov, a man known to be the devil himself. I only had six months to do this. Infiltrate the empire of Dimitri Volkov, the Russian mafia king. My handlers had asked me to seduce, gain his trust, and then kill him. The killing part was going to be easy, but finding the information I wanted? That is what the six months were for. But I have never failed a mission, and this was going to end like the others, his blood staining my blades.

“Camila…” She rose up on her toes, her hand sliding to the back of my neck. “Stop thinking about her,” she whispered. “Stop letting her poison your mind.” And then her lips were on mine. For a split second, I froze. This was Camila. Isabella’s best friend. My fiancée’s—my ex-fiancée’s—maid of honor. But then the thought dissolved. Because Isabella had betrayed me. She’d thrown away three years for one night with a stranger. She’d destroyed everything.

“This wasn’t part of it…” He crouched beside her, his face inches from hers, his lips curled into a wicked smirk. “Oh, it was exactly part of it. You just didn’t read it…..poor little naive Seraphina,” he said mockingly. “This was my game from the beginning; my setup….my rules.” He stood tall and proud. “I’m Vincenzo De Luca, the Mafia Lord of Manhattan; I don’t lose, I don’t beg. Let me bust your bubble…. I take whatever I want…. And in my games I always win.”