Mafia King Novels & Stories

"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.

And this renowned Mafia King crawling back from me as if I’d cooties was the most hilarious thing in the world. “Are you on drugs?” He glared daggers at me. I let my face fall and scooted closer to him. He glared harder. He looked ready to murder my next three generations but I wanted to drill a little more, “Luca, is there someone else?” He scoffed, “There is,” Paused and narrowed eyes at me, “Several women.” So he’s a slayer of hearts. Good for me. “Can’t I be one of them?”

She wanted to experience life because her nose is always stuck in a book her whole life. Alessandro Niccolo D'Angelo grew up with a strict grandfather who wanted to turn him into the monster he is today. His name meant as a defender of men as well as the conqueror of people who always comes out victorious. He has a mother that shows him how love is supposed to feel, but the tragedy he encountered couldn't change his tainted soul. He is the Capo of the biggest mafia in New York, known as the silent but deadly king of the night. Life wasn't simple in the Mafia world. He endured all the tasks for his life and the familia, now his task is to become someone invincible.

It was too quiet for my liking. Sol would definitely prefer it this way. That’s why my babbo wanted him to lead the family. Babbo was named the Mafia King. Sol took over when he died and now… there’s me. A woman who is leading one of the world’s biggest mafia. After making people know that the king was actually a queen, I thought for sure someone would dare come after me. Perhaps I have instilled fear too much after wiping out those scums. “What’s with that sigh, Cara?”

I said and he sat on a chair beside me. "Still you need the title. Chinese and American mafia families won't object but Russians will. We Italians are ruling for a long time over the whole world's mafia but still without our mafia queen defeating other queens in the competition, as per the rules you won't get the title of king officially. Since the last three whores of yours are losing to Russian whores only. " he said and I rolled my eyes.

After that, I turned around and walked out of the room, my face expressionless. “Rose!” she rushed to my feet as I yelled, frightened at the sound of her name. “Good morning, sir,” she murmured, bowing to me. “Check on my kitten and see what she needs. Make sure she’s dressed appropriately for the occasion,” I said, and she nodded before walking into Molly’s room. I come from a long line of brutal mafia the kings, but we dabbled in regular business as well. Gambling and drug peddling were part-time jobs.

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.

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.

Only the worn out curtains and dirty floor would be left in their small apartment. Earlier that week, she had gone to Mikhail Mazza for help. Although he was known as the Country's most handsome bachelor and conglomerate. He was also known as the Mafia Kingpin. She couldn't let her mother die. The woman had suffered a lot and if she could at least do what he wanted.. she'd make that change. But she was not ready to give her virginity to a man-whore. Mikhail Mazza was feared in the whole city. He was the Country's most dangerous and whoring bachelor.

"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.