Mafia King Novels & Stories

He started walking toward us with others trailing behind him. When they came near, my stomach dropped by his sight. Noooooo.....no...way....pls don't let him be him.....pls God..... But my little prayer was not heard by God as I could easily get the close view of him. ALPHA KING more like Royal king. I stood there like a statue watching him heading to our side. ......He has a connection with some mafia too. .........Never get caught my eyes. ............Mafiaaaa. Ohh God....save me.....i..i...What should I do......run...yes...run...

chris 's pov i am currently in a meeting with three other dons which constite the four dons .The four dons were created since the the beginning of the mafia and it contains the four most powerful mafias. The Italian mafia which is I, the American mafia stephano Gonzalez, The Russian mafia Nickolai volkov and the Irish mafia Leonard Peterson. "Chris what exactly is your plan at this point because we except you to get married soon tne stability of tje four dons" stephano said looking at me sipping his whiskey .

He replied to her. "I'm not praising you." She rolled her eyes. "I'm not even dying to hear the compliments from you." He said while looking at her. "You are so boring." She commented "I’m not sitting here to entertain you." He replied her "Then make me comfortable and entertain me." "Oh hello, excuse me! I’m the King of the Mafia World. " "If you're a mafia king, then don't you eat?" "If you're a mafia king, then don't you sleep?"

I have heard this name couple of times from my brother and if I am correct he is my brother's biggest rival and also the late mafia king's grandson. Damien king.

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.

"Why don't you join us?" "Join who? Who do you expect me to play? The wife or the whore" she was back. My Isabella was back and that was what I wanted. She might get mad at me but she has to understand that I was a Mafian King so killing off was nothing to me. I couldn't keep count of the souls whom I have slayed ever since I took over from my father. He was the Mafia King and was feared, I had to live in his shadow for many years until I had my first kill at the age of seventeen which was the leader of a rival group.

Nerthus “How did you find me?” I shrug, scanning the room as we sit in a booth at a bar of the casino. “I’m dating the King, remember?” “I heard the King has long lost the castle as he was exiled,” he scoffs, taking a sip of the amber liquid of the new drink he got himself. Leaning in, I scrunch up my face. “Well, he is back. And we need your help. How much to save a King’s ass?”

“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.

The fucking meeting I was heading for wasn't scheduled or called by me which only meant I didn't have to go. I held the door of the car for a few seconds then I let go of it, and backed away. “Send message to them. I'll reschedule the meeting.” I said, and headed back into the mansion. I had no idea who I was meeting with, or what the meeting was about which was even more reason to call it off. I am the king of the Mafia, I should call every damn meeting, and not the other way round. Back inside the building, I headed straight for my bedroom and dropped off my briefcase and my suit jacket, then I headed for the part of the mansion where Emma was located.

Blood dotted the stone floor near his face, dark and wet. The man’s lip was split, one eye already swelling. He trembled visibly. Nikolai stood over him like a king passing judgment. He looked terrifying in the daylight — shoulders squared, jaw tight, those icy gray eyes burning with controlled rage. Power rolled off him in waves. The other men kept their heads slightly bowed, fear clear in the way they avoided meeting his gaze. This wasn’t a rich man with bodyguards. This was a king. A Mafia King. My stomach dropped. I had not moved into a mansion. I had walked straight into his kingdom.