Mafia Lord Novels & Stories

"Impressive. And here I thought I was the one holding the cards." I swirled the whiskey in my glass, eyeing Elian with a smirk that barely masked my suspicion. "If I had to guess your job, I’d say… disgraced ex-spy, charismatic arms dealer, or, wait for it… tech billionaire who pretends to care about endangered tree frogs for tax write-offs." Elian’s brow lifted, his lips twitching. "Tree frogs? That’s oddly specific.” “I don’t know, you're just giving me this ‘bad guy’ vibe…”

The big man. Elio Angelou, one of the biggest drug lords in the United States, the Mafia King of the east coast. In Rosette, he is a god. Better than any Alpha. This guy doesn't have to serve his people, people serve him. And that's exactly how I want to be. I don’t want to put myself in danger for people who feel entitled to my strength, I don’t have the protective gene in me, I don’t give a shit about anyone except myself.

The driver rapped, joining him. Ignoring him, Damien took a few strides until he got to where Scarlett laid. After examining the scratch on his car, he checked her pulse. “She isn't dead.” He announced, and the driver let out a sigh of relief, wiping the beads of perspiration from his forehead. Measuring six feet, two inches tall, Damien rose with his hands tucked in his pockets. His height and physique made him command attention anywhere he went, coupled with the intimidating aura which he possessed. Thirty-year-old Damien Steel was the current leader of the Moretti family, a notorious and one of the most powerful gangs that controlled the region.

"You made damn well sure of that remember? And the only family I had died four years ago so don't stand there and tell me shit about friends and family. I am all alone in this world and i've already made my peace with that fact." At her outbursts, a strange expression took over her father's features and if she didn't know better, she would have thought he was hurt by her statement, but she had learned earlier on in life that Christopher Meyer was an unfeeling bastard whose heart was made up of rocks.and dynamite. He felt no emotions whatsover, and the only time one could get a reaction out of him was when money was involved, and even those reactions were only ever centred around anger, self

Then back up again—toward my most private area. Once his hands reached there, Luca snapped. “Enough!” His fist slammed against the table. My lips curled into a faint disgusted smile. So he was still pretending he cared? That I still had power over him? I was naïve to ever believe that. Those Mafia Made Men had no hearts. He was now chasing this Bratva princess for the benefits she brought. The girl was stunning. Her golden hair shone like a Barbie doll’s. No one would guess she was here to negotiate a weapons deal.

For some reason, the government was very interested in one of these ruthless mafia bosses. His name was Demeo Ianniello, and he was currently the capomandamento of the biggest mafia gang. The government was after him, a price tag was already placed, and the C.I.A official who was going to bring him to book was going to be getting a whopping $2 million, which was a lot of money. I was interested in the bag, and it was one of my major reasons for joining the CIA in the first place. The thing is, even though he was wanted, Demeo Ianniello wasn’t going to be an easy catch.

Master Luca Wilde roars back, his voice shaking the heavy wooden pillars. Luca Wilde is a legendary elder in our werewolf mafia world, his fur streaked with grey and his silver eyes glowing with a lifelong love for battle strategies. He is totally different from Master Luciano. Luciano is much younger and climbed the ladder by playing dirty territory politics, snagging the presidency of the Painters Association to play power games. Luca holds no fancy mafia titles, but his immense clout comes purely from his raw talent, honed over decades of devotion in the wild woods. When it comes to pulling dirty strings, Luciano is the go-to guy across the borders. But when the talk turns to actual brush

Loud and shrill screams rung in the air as people shouted in utter fear. The group of cats ran hearing the piercing noise and made loud noises in the air. Nathan put the rifle beside him and smirked looking at his aim. The gunshot hit exactly at the target, man’s heart, after all, he was a professional shooter and that too merciless. His task was completed. Putting the rifle back in its case and taking off the ear protection, he picked up the case, and within thirty seconds he was out of the house... He is Nathan Williams, the Scorpion of the underworld. The most dangerous and feared mafia lord of Chicago...

Lucario asked "I told you where she is but I'll be specific if I get money from you for her." Another explosion shook the place. "You're doing a good job at construction." Lucario said stepping closer. "Lady Royalty?" Neveah asked confused "Is that Royalty's real name?" "Yes." Lucario answered "Jillian and Nicolas had a high position in the mafia court. Now! Pay me and I'll return the princess to you." Everyone turned to me. "No!" I said defiantly "No?" Lucario repeated "Don't you want the girl?" "I do." I answered "But I'm not paying any asshole just for a girl."

But as he spoke to me, I realized that he was offering me something I desperately needed – revenge. He told me that he was the second in command of the largest mafia organization in the city, and that the man who had killed my father and nanny was the mafia lord himself. He said that he wanted to overthrow the mafia lord and take his place, and that he would help me get my revenge in the process. At first, I was hesitant. I didn't want to get involved with the mafia, and I didn't want to put myself in even more danger than I already was. But as the man talked, I realized that he might be my only chance to get the revenge I so de