Mafia Kings Novels & Stories

This is true, it's very common for Mafia bosses to go to war just for their women. "Men will retaliate. They go fight for your women. The future of our Mafia." He sucked in a breath. "Is she the future of our Mafia? Is she the one you want as your wife? The mother of your children. The mother of the next King?" How will she look like a mother? And My wife? I've never - I- "No." He nodded. "Good, because I got a proposal." "Proposal?" "Yes, you know the Gamberini's. He contacted me about emerging our powers."

. Everyone used to be afraid of me and my gang because we never failed any mission and I was fucking proud of my team. But still, King didn't make me his loyal man. I was still his driver but I was his favorite fighter. All because of me he had won many deals, bets, gambling, and missions. He fucking earned a lot of money because of me. I was his diamond! I was a bloody talk and famous in the underworld. King gave me LUCIFER name when I fought against King's biggest rival in a fighting match and eventually won, leading King to rule over the dead Mafia's gang under him! Many Mafia used to gamble or bet their money or possessions over my fight. Some also used to bring fighters from all over th

I asked "where the hell you went not lifting my call" he replied "sorry sir I was searching for the details about that black panther group people" I sighed and said "fine upto where your investigation came" he replied "they already occupied two more groups sir they're trying to become strong day by day we can say that their team leader is quite intelligent soon he might become mafia king" I hitted the wall and said "mafia king is my position no one should take it no matter what I wont let someone to steal my position" he replied "sure sir we wont let that to happen"

As Alexander entered the hall, everyone stood up and bowed their heads as the mafia king walked in with his generals. As soon as he took a seat, the door opened, and a guard walked in. "Mafia King, your loyal man, Mr. Mike, is here." "Send him in." A young male entered the room and received curious glances from everyone in the room. The Mafia King spoke up. "I planned to attack Chands. It's time to make them bow their heads to Branson's. If they compromise willingly, then it's ok, but if they try to revolt, I will kill the whole family or I will take their most precious things away so they will be defeated."

“This won’t take long. I’ll make it up to you, Kamarah. I swear.” Then he was gone. The penthouse felt too big and too quiet after he left. I spent the morning trying to keep busy, but my mind kept drifting back to the ice in his voice on that call. That was the real Zephyr Kane — the Mafia King who could order destruction with a few words. I drove to Mrs. Delgado’s and picked up Nevan for the day. We went to the quiet indoor aquarium on the east side of the city. The moment we stepped inside the dimly lit space, his eyes lit up.

It’s eat or be eaten in my world. It didn’t matter what history I had with a person. In the end, everybody was just out here trying to survive. And that was all that I was doing. I was joining the Mafia as a means of learning how to survive. As a means of protection. I was going to become the biggest goddamn drug dealer in the whole of Birmingham. I was going to become the Mafia Kingpin. The don. The Mob Boss. I was going to learn the game. I was going to take over Steve’s Mafia after learning how to defend myself. After proving myself to him. After showing him that I was capable.

Morte Nera Empire Luciano Saint Claire's Mansion~ Luciano Saint Claire was the King of Morte Nera Empire; he was regarded as the leader of all the mob houses and Mafia leaders in Italy. He was seated on a sofa on the balcony of his room, sipping from a glass of scotch, while Antonio stood before him, his hands casually in his pockets. One thing he got from his father was the ability to mask his expressions, stay calm even under tensed situations, just like he was doing now. His addiction to scotch was also gotten from Luciano.

“That body is made for fucking…” I whirled on him. My eyes flashing. “Don’t even think it.” With a growl I turned back to watching the girl. She was beautiful he was right about that. All long blonde hair and wide eyes that peeked out from beneath the curtain of her golden hair and her curves were mouth wateringly womanly, but she looked so normal. She didn’t look like the daughter of a mob boss. Looking at her you would never know that she had been born Mafia Royalty. A pampered little princess who lived a life of luxury at the pain and expense of others.

I raised a brow at her and smirked. "We're the knight Ryder's darling. And you're stuck in a room full of dangerous people that are part of the most powerful, dangerous and ruthless Mafia that has America under control by their Mafia king who's in charge of everything that is happening all around you, and their Mafia king who won't take no for an answer from a clueless feisty women like you." Her eyes slowly widen as she glanced around the room with cautious. "Mafia king?" She asked out loud with confusion. "Yes darling. Mafia king." I repeated. She stared at me with wide shocked eyes and I smiled at her. "Me."

Over the past handful of days, the hospital had been rife with rumors. “I am.” Still no inflection, like the man had become the mask. No explanation, no excuses. So, I pressed on. “That you unified the Mafia for profit.” “I did.” I should be grateful that he wouldn’t deny what I knew to be true—that Aldo Marcello was one of the most feared Mafia kings to ever rule the streets of New York. Iron-fisted, my co-workers whispered to each other, words hushed by fear and awe. Ruthless. Domineering. Nobody can oppose his rule.