Mafia Kings Novels & Stories

The car door was opened, and Yara was dragged back inside. "Let go of me! What do you want from me?" yelled Yara, trying to rebel. Inside the mansion, a man was sitting on a black leather sofa. His eyes were cold. He was Damian Devatra, the man Yara had heard about on the news and through rumors—the ruler of a ruthless and unforgiving underground organization. You could say he was the King of the Mafia. "Sit down," Damian ordered simply. Yara gulped, feeling she had no choice. Hesitantly, she sat on the sofa in front of him.

He added. “This is something I can’t do. I can not force my family to leave our house.” I denied his request. “Alright, then leave with your wife. Some people still have sympathy for you. I don’t want any hurdle left for me to haunt my future as the Capo De Capi.” He said. I always love the game of chess, the players can’t predict their own victory until the last turn. Cassio is a smart, cunning mafia but when it comes to use brain, far sightedness, he can’t match me.

I then open my laptop to check out the info Alex sent me. I open the email where Rhys and his son Zayden meadows information is there. I need to know whom I am dealing with in case things go worst. In the shadowy underworld of organised crime, one name reigns supreme: Rhys Meadows. The ruthless and cunning Mafia King has built an empire through blood, sweat, and tears, crushing all who dare oppose him. His reign of terror is legendary, and his power is unmatched.

"I was thinking that I could stay and keep an eye on you tonight, so your grandmother didn't have to cancel her plans for the night." "That's it? That's all you want?" I could feel my eyebrows almost touching my hairline. I couldn't help but feel there was an ulterior motive behind his proposition. He's the leader of the Irish Mafia. The biggest crime family in the city. How could he not have an ulterior motive? "That's all I want. And to prove to you that I'm not this devil of the city that you think I am."

He was really expecting me to be easily manipulated and intimidated into conceding to such an abomination, wasn’t he? “You are my mate and I am your Luna,” he looked like he wanted to say something, but I cut in, clearly letting him know I wasn’t finished yet. “Your ONLY Luna. It’s always been one Luna to one Alpha, and that’s how it’s going to be Lucian.”

I knew who he was. Everyone knew about Alejandro King. He was a huge mafia boss and owned lots of businesses both near and far. He was known for being a ruthless murderer who’d snap your neck in a second, so I knew that whatever my father did was not good and that is why I made Alejandro promise me that he wouldn’t hurt my father.

He placed his finger under my chin and forced me to look up into his deep blue eyes. “Koa what the hell are you doing?” I whisper-shouted. “Sit d--” My words were cut off as he lowered to my level and planted his lips against mine. The kiss was passionate and I began to kiss him back when he shifted into the booth that I was sitting in. We finally pulled apart, my breathing slightly heavier due to the impromptu makeout session. Koa briefly looked upset when he had to pull back from me when the food was being brought out to our table. I desperately tried to relax my breathing while he looked completely calm and put together. He smirked while I began sipping at my cold water quickly. “I should

The motel worker looked at the burner phone with fear. 'Boss made it look so easy. But I am more scared to touch Mia Vitiello than the King. Everyone in the mafia world knows about what the King did to those biker gangs in Russia for kidnapping his queen. Where did I got stuck in? If I don't follow my Boss's orders, he will kill me. If I follow, then the King will kill me. I guess, my life is now numbered ' he thought to himself with fear.

In fact, I don't believe in fairytales, they are just imaginary illusions that blind us to the reality of life. This man in front of me, who's supposed to be the misunderstood prince is Malakai Lorenzo, mafia king of the biggest underworld organization known in New York, and my father just had to go ahead and gamble all his money to his organization, now my father owes a huge sum of money to this bastard.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “I’m talking about Diablo Romano, king of the Italian mafia. Who knows what his real name even is? He’s probably changed it so many times he’s forgotten. That’s the kind of man he is. He switches names, faces, wives, and lives. You think the Godfather was bad? This guy makes him look like a saint.” “You’re lying,” I say, but my voice sounds smaller than I want it to.