Mafia Lord Novels & Stories

“What do you want with me?” He laughed, a low, mocking sound that sent chills down my spine, and took a single step closer. “You really don’t know who I am?” he said, his voice dripping with amusement. “I’m Eric, Alpha of the rogues. And you, Noah, you’re the little human who’s got Enzo, the big bad Alpha, all soft and weak. How does a kid like you manage to do that, huh?”

I should have left him but I walked over to the balcony and stood next to him ,hands on the railing . “I’m sorry “ I said barely above a whisper. “Don’t be , I’m the one who’s sorry” did almighty mafia bad boy king Cain Adams just apologize to me? “ I’ve been treating you like shit since you got to the Cosa Nostra “ he adds. I nod my head speechlessly , the last thing I expected was an apology from him .

The uncomfortable chair and cheap table didn’t bother him as much as the thoughts running through his head. Armani del Rossi was no ordinary man. He ruled his world from the shadows, the name “Del Rossi” whispered with fear and reverence across continents. He was a mafia lord—a ruthless, calculating figure who commanded loyalty through power and fear. Possession was his creed. Control was his doctrine. And anything he wanted, he took.

I chuckled in an attempt to lighten the mood but I could still feel the tension lingering, “I’m never going to—” “But I’ll do something, I might have even done it and you’re going to be convinced that leaving me will be the right decision but please, Maeve Hawthorn, promise me you won’t.” He added. I swallowed, cold chills running down my spine as I searched his eyes for reasons and answers but as usual, there wasn’t a single thing in his eyes that I could put my fingers on. This man, this feared mafia boss, the one people whispered about in the shadows and ran from in broad daylight, the man whose name no one could dare to mention for fear of invoking his wrath.

They have every reason to keep showing up in my space, begging to be wiped out of existence. A bunch of effing apes. They’re just so goddamn annoying, doing everything possible to get my attention. Chad flinches at my sudden outburst and turns to me. "The Lord of the Night? Isn’t that supposed to be a powerful mafia group that controls half of New York?" "Mafia, yes, but I’ll have to disagree on the rest," I grumble under my breath, sparing him a glance. "And you’re not allowed to say their name," I add, feeling more irritated by the minute.

The Ex-Italian Mafia Lord, fierce and feared by all. A force to reckon with. Liam was the head of the Mafia but he dreaded Ryan Devante. With a snap of his fingers, nations crumbled to ruins. He was tagged to be ruthless and I never prayed to cross paths with him What the hell did I get myself into?

And his tall frame always manages to shame the door of my room, casting a shadow that's greater than the door could ever dream of. But as impressive as Luciano's physical attributes are, they can't change the fact that he's a monster. He's the infamous Mafia boss of the Silver Fox mafia gang club and my worst nightmare. He took my life away from me years ago and relegated me to the life of being nothing but a slut and a plaything to him.

] He grabbed the bottle of whisky and poured himself another large shot tossing it back in an angry motion. ‘Cazzo di diavolo, vediamo, solo la Bratva, Dmitri vorrebbe riaverla nelle sue grinfie, poi c'è il Cartello, pensa ai titoli dei giornali che vorrebbero avere la mia donna e una duchessa per l'avvio, anche la mia stessa mafia, molti di loro scambierebbero la moglie e i figli per averla colpita, oh e non dimentichiamo Khalid, Se le avesse messo le mani addosso, beh, non sarebbe stato piacevole per lei.’ [Fucking hell man, let’s see, only the Bratva, Dmitri would love to get her back in his clutches, then there’s the Cartel, think of the headlines they would love having my woman, and a D

“A drug gang.” Her jaw clenched. “You run a drug gang?” I nodded once. “Yes.” A beat of silence. Then— “You run a fucking drug gang??” Her voice rose, and I swore Ivy twitched in her crib. “Kelly…” She threw her hands up. “Oh, so you’re not just some CEO, or a businessman, or a mysterious man who works late nights, you’re a whole drug lord??” I dragged a hand down my face. “Not lord. That’s dramatic.”

“They’re brothers. Mafia in Sicily. The head honcho, Aamon De Luca, their dad, was killed.” My mind keeps drifting back to something I caught on TV a while back in Sierra’s office. She seemed to know the brothers and had a soft spot for one of them. I squint, trying to recall her exact words. She was pretty specific, like there was more beneath the surface. I thought about digging deeper then, but it didn’t seem relevant to either of my jobs. “The organization is falling apart. Nolan and Flint are on the brink of a full-blown war.” “And?” How well does Sierra really know these guys? Sometimes, the ties between people run deeper than they look.