Mafia King Novels & Stories

“It feels like there are eyes everywhere. I don’t like it. Can’t we move to a smaller house? Just the two of us?” The words tasted bitter in my mouth, but if I want to escape, I need to play this role well. He chuckled and held my hands. “Maya, I’m the king of the Mafia. I built my empire through blood and sweat. One silly mistake, and I’m gone. In my line of work, weakness can get you killed; that’s why I have to keep you hidden, for now.” Mafia? he said Mafia. Irish, think fast. “Arghhhh!” I cried, clutching my stomach.

The alcohol I’d consumed wasn’t helping. Cassio and Luca King. Mafia. Their father, Benito King, was one of the most feared men on the East Coast of the United States. And his sons weren’t far behind them. “Your mother is dead, Branka,” Cassio explained. “And your brother needs you back.” A soft gasp escaped my lips and I glanced at my best friend. She kept her expression masked, but I knew she cared. She wasn’t as close to her mother as I was to mine, but she loved her. The poor woman married a hard, cruel man and it broke her.

"who are you ? what you do ? why you you have so many gurads and why do everyone call you king ? it alerted me she didn,t know i am mafia king should i tell her will she get scared will she run away like all other people i love but i can,t lie she deserve the truth at least this one. " i am mafia king and i am in mafia the eagles are my gang and we are the most powerful and ruthless one " i said the words which i knew gonna effect her .

That's why his father became a victim of another group. At the age of 15, Sebastian took hold of his family's business. From the smuggling of weapons, to drugs, the selling of girls to organ trafficking, he did everything and, within 3 years, he became the strongest Mafia in Italy. He is known as the 'Black King', because of his status in the dark world. Furthermore, no one has ever seen the true face of the Black King, except the few important men of his gang. All the deals he makes are made through his men. That's why his enemies never succeed in getting through him. Although they are thirsty of his blood.

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.

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?"

“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.”