Mafia King Novels & Stories

He took a step front and she took one back. She saw the men staring at her as if she'd grown another head. His name was Mikhail Mazza, he didn't hit women doesn't mean he didn't order for their death. With everything he had done to her, she could label him a murderer and much more, after all, he was the Country's Kingpin. She didn't know much about the Mafias but hell she had seen things with her eyes. She knew how the local Mafia operated. The deaths, the fear, the dread, the ins and out.

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.

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?"

"But what if he c-caught us? He is powerful. This isn't eas-----" "Don't think negative without even giving it a try." I quietly listened to him. "Tomorrow is when you are going to escape that hell." My eyes widened. "Tomorrow is the day when he will officially be declared as the next mafia king. It's the mafia ceremony." I stated, utterly in shock. "Right! There was no better opportunity than tomorrow to execute our plan." **** I couldn't help but to think about what Kai told me. I bit my lips continuously as I thought about it. After what I came across with was I still willing to be with a man like him? Who already loves someone else while showing me to the

Is he seriously threatening me by showing me that freaking tape. I took a deep breath. "Okay, who is King?" I asked but I couldn't help the murderous glare I was giving him. An amused smile formed on his beautiful lips. Why is this bastard smiling now?? "He is our mafia king" "M-mafia king?" I stuttered. "do you belong to mafia?" Fear was evident in my voice. Do mafia's really exist.?. I was just out of criminal world, they do exist. It's not like I'm thinking about the werewolves.

My best friend had been fucking my mate behind my back for almost six months, maybe a year even, who knows when their affair began, and he wanted me to give my consent to the elders to let her be Luna so that she would bear his mark. So that her child would take over as Alpha and I would be cast aside and forgotten? I may have bore Lucian’s insults, contempt and burning hate towards me all these years, I may have tolerated shit from the Omegas and his Beta, and I may have been played stupid by Diana… I slapped down the papers on the table and got up, tears brimming in my eyes. …but I will never let him have that satisfaction of watching me break down and cry before him again like the patheti

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?”

I shouted, my voice echoing through the dining room. “You’re Capo dei Capi. That means you’ve always got a target on your back. Allies matter. I’ve been having meetings to help you! Dammit!” My blood turned to fire. “Listen well, because I won’t say it again,” I growled, venom in my tone. “I am your fucking King. If I don’t assign something, you don’t fucking do it. The next time you meet anyone behind my back, I’ll consider it a breach of Omertà and won’t hesitate to put a bullet in your head.”

•GIA• Mario Montez... He was my nightmare. He was a ruthless mafia king who killed for fun and didn’t care about anyone’s feelings but his own. He had two little sisters whom he protected with his life, and when my father killed his youngest sister in a failed assassin job meant for Mario, he came after my family and took everything that my father owned. He made him pay for his sins, and he stripped my father of everything that belonged to him. Including me.

His rage simmered just below the surface, threatening to shatter his carefully crafted composure. He never got stolen from. It was an abomination to those who knew him. It was an unforgivable transgression. And yet, it had happened. With his rage will come chaos. His perpetrators will pay, they always do. It was a promise, a known fact. He is Stefano De Rico. A Mafia kingpin whose name sent shivers down the spine of even the most hardened criminals. He is the master of the underworld. He tames even the wildest beasts that refuse to bend to his will.