Mafia King Novels & Stories

There was Don Salvador, who everyone boasted, had won the great mafia war with a single bullet; Lord Pedro who was said to have had the most wives; Bruno the Wild who no one dared to call so while he lived… the pictures went back as far as the all, and there were more. Mama had not brought them all. At the very end of the long hall, there he was: Papa, the golden Mafia king (or so he liked to call himself). He was the best. The greatest. He had not done much but that was not the point. He had fought for his family. He was a man. He was a true king. And soon, he would join him, right there on that wall. Ernesto inhaled. He would make sure of it.

They chose to undermine me by putting my fiancée in grave danger again, and I'm going to make absolutely sure that both of them die before this war is over tonight. I am Elliot Allister, the mafia king, and nobody ever threatens me and escapes unscathed. And even though tonight will be a bloodbath, I'll make sure that the blood will come from them and not from anyone else's. Dimitris will have to go down tonight and die in my hands.

Tomorrow’s another big day for me because tomorrow I’m going to smuggle out the biggest shipment of drugs in American history. You might be wondering by now, who am I and what is my business. Well… My name is Vincent Louis Burke and I’m the mafia king of America. My grandfather was the first mafia leader to rule over the world, then my father and now me. It’s kind of our family business now.

“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.

“Marry me Giselle.” He breathes into my neck. “I can't, you belong to another Romero.” I whisper. Giselle Gilmore, a girl whose past has been turned upside down in a life of crime and violence gets involved with Romero De La Rosa, the most feared and powerful Mafia Lord and becomes too attached to his daughter Lauryn De La Rosa. When she gets a chance to reunite with the family, a long time family alliance made with another Mafia family engaging Romero De La Rosa to another woman in marriage appears and any bridge of the arrangement will lead to the biggest war ever witnessed in the underworld. Will Romero De La Rosa bend backwards to the underworld rule or will he fight for his love.

“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.”

I almost peed my pants as I walked towards the car. His name is Milo Petrov. The name was enough to make grown men piss themselves. He ruled the Russian underworld with an iron fist and a mind colder than Siberian winters. Milo Petrov was the last person I thought I'd get entangled with. He was ruthless, merciless, even to his own son. He is everything the devil was. Now, his eyes devoured me. His stare was cold, sharp and unapologetic. “You're Emilie,” he said, his voice low like a purr that could turn into a growl at any moment.

"I am sorry Miranda, please try to understand that I can't get away from him now. Salvatore not only owns the biggest casino in the city but he also has branches all over the globe. He is as wealthy as he is powerful, they even named him the Mafia King." I looked up at my father, it's just like saying that I couldn't say no and I have no choice. The old man said they would kill him if I didn't agree.

"I've found you a good match." My fingers closed tight. "What good match?" "Rocco Cortez." She blew out a ring of smoke, squinting at me. "The Serviss family's top enforcer. Has dozens of men under him. Makes millions a year. You marry him, you're set for life. Eat well, drink well, ten thousand times better than being some crap lawyer." My whole body locked up. Every bit of blood in me went cold. Rocco Cortez. The one they called "Serviss's mad dog."