Mafia Lord Novels & Stories

I couldn't help but wonder about the violent past that had marked him with such an ugly scar. I wasn't naive; everyone knew of the Reapers Ring, a notorious Mafia gang masquerading as a tech company in the New York City’s shadows. They had law enforcement in their pocket, making them virtually untouchable. The identity of their enigmatic boss was shrouded in secrecy, known only by the name Lorenzo McLaren, the feared Mafia Lord. Rumors about him filled the city, tales of unspeakable horrors and the brutal path he took to attain his position of unchallenged power. Even the city's Mayor groveled at his feet like a dog. The only recognizable figure affiliated wit

He leaned against the wall, “And even if there was another leader. Who could say the kind it would be? Miguel had banned so many things, and if another Mafia lord was to take control, especially someone from the DiAngelos. Child trafficking, sex workers, and slavery would become the norm.” He steeped his fingers together, and looked at me, “The money was good, Ava, but the deal wasn't. There was going to be more harm than any good and I couldn't let that happen.” I didn't say a word. Mason stared at me, and Mary Grace cooed in the background. My eyes shot at her and back to him but he was looking at her too.

My eyes meet hers and I note the impatience on her countenance. "Gentlemen," I begin, addressing the room of mafia leaders. "I have called you all here to discuss a matter of the utmost importance. You all know my father, how he died." No one says anything. "New information has come to light about his death." "Is it the part where your uncle betrayed him?" Montagna asked. "And more," I tell. "Do tell," says Bianchi. He controls East Chicago and owns the Horseshoe Casino. Always playful, because he makes a lot of money, so he has less to worry about.

They didn’t give a shit about me or Sarah or this mess. They were just waiting — waiting to see if the great Marco De Luca would finally snap and give them the show they were hungry for. I clenched my fists in my pockets, nails biting into my palms. If I gave in — if I so much as twitched in front of them — they’d print that headline too. ‘The Mafia Heir Spirals Out of Control.’ ‘De Luca Legacy: Rotten to the Core.’ I could already see the fucking words plastered across tomorrow’s papers.

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne

"Mr Vincenzo is out on a mission, he'll be back by tomorrow morning, hopefully." "Hopefully?" She asked. "Why hopefully?" The young man sighed heavily. "Well, Miss Bred, we aren't sure of his return. The man Mr Vincenzo is going to face isn't just his mother's killer, but Mexico's most infamous Mafia Lord." Freya's heart sank in fear as she listened. Mexico's most infamous gangster? No wonder why Enzo sounded so cold? Because he wasn't sure of his return? "So he sent me here to look after you."

Behind us, Lucian stood and greeted Rudolph with open arms, who reciprocated. "Did someone say he is the Mafia Lord of the East Coast city?" Rudolph asked as he made his way to his seat. "I am Rudolph Oaster, and I am the Mafia Lord of the East Coast city." "You traitor!" Vincent growled, but the soldiers quickly moved to shield their Mafia Lord. "None of you can stop me from tearing him apart if I choose to," Vincent retorted, eyeing the gang disdainfully. "If Mafia Lord Lucian wishes to take them as slaves, he is free to do so. None of them hold royal status anywa

He was more than just unpredictable, he was dangerous as well, and he had just shown it. “Bullshit, Roman! She works for me..” Adrian cut in, slamming his fist on the table as the plates bounced in reply to his flaring anger. “Oh, stop shouting, Adrian. Are you willing to part with how much I am owed? Can you give me a million dollars in cash right now? Are you capable of that?” Roman’s voice, loud and clear, was met with a silence that wasn't ridiculous at all. It was obvious that Roman was the richest mafia lord in the entirety of Cleveland, and so far, was even the most successful when it came to legitimate businesses. He was flexing his prowess, and wasn't

His words were filled with solemnity. He stretched out his muscular structured arms, and an assistant hidden in the dark revealed himself. “Boss.” “Prepare an identity alias for me.” “Boss, what type of identity?” His assistant was confused for a while, aren’t they done with tonight's Mission and are supposed to head back to the USA now? “It must have something to do with the club, probably a bartender.” “Oh… got it boss!” He retreated into the shadows the next moment. James walked and took a glass of grape wine that had been on a tray for a while, and took a sip, chuckling mischievously.

Third Person Pov: Thomas Allen is one of the most ruthless leaders in the mafia gang Hayden Wren heads. Its known as 'Python'. Recently, there's been a fued between the two, hence; Thomas moved to Dubai. The members of the gang thought things would dissolve over time... but it didn't. Communication seized between the two for the past two years. Now, Thomas is back to set things right.