Mafia Madman Novels & Stories

I needed to communicate to Tyler where and when I will be free today, I missed the previous night, he must be mad at me. Still stretching out on the bed, I still could not reach out to my phone. I turned my head to the side and saw a huge painting by the wall. It was a man who I recognized, Mariano the most notorious ruthless mafia leader. Some say he is a tyrant, others say he is a psychopath and a maniac.

He would have been beautiful in her eyes if he didn't have an ugly personality. "Bitch", Arieon mumbled angrily. The man laughed and grabbed her chin making her wince at how hard the pressure was. "Listen here, slut. Watch who you're talking to. I am Gordon Novok, the Don of the Scottish Mafia and Newsflash, you're far away from Italy", he said and her eyes widened.

“I grew up with women being walked over all my life, being told what to do and what not to do with their bodies, and you being considerate enough –” “It’s not considerate, it’s what a sane person is supposed to do.” Luca cuts in gently and I let out a watery chuckle. “Hence the rest of the men in the mafia are most definitely not sane.” I whispered and I watched as Luca chuckled a little. “Absolutely, they’re all mad men.”

Dominique managed to question him despite the searing pain oozing from every pore of his skin. Dylan tsked, “So many questions. All right this time I wouldn’t disappoint you. But we will go with the second part first, hmm. Now tell me have you heard about ‘The Black’?” Dominique quirked a brow at his absurd question. Nevertheless answered. “Of course, I know. He is the psychopathic Mafia Lord of America, Leader of the Night Stalkers.” He grated out. “Ouch,” Dylan feigned a hurt expression and placed his palm over his heart.

He had gone mad! My screams fell on deaf ears. Marcus simply took the hits, getting bloodied by the minute, not fighting back. "This won't solve anything. You're only hurting him!" Luciano ignored me, continuing his assault until Marcus was nothing more than a heap of crumpled mess on the ground. Luciano stopped then, breathing heavily, staring at me through narrowed slits. I had forgotten who the madman before me truly was. I had forgotten I was dealing with a mafia bastard who felt he was entitled to everything.

Worse than untouchable— they were unstoppable. Italian-American mafia royalty. Ruthless, brilliant, devastatingly efficient killers. And he wanted me to try to assassinate them? Fucking madness. “I can’t do it,” I said, through gritted teeth, trying to sound firm. “That’s suicide, painful suicide.” “Oh, that’s too bad…” my boss cooed. Then gunshots echoed through the phone, followed by a scream. A small, fragile, terrified feminine scream. No! My blood turned to ice.

He was sitting on the couch, as if waiting for her to wake up. Eva recalls last night how this man brutally murdered a man, and hatred has filled her heart. Eva looks into his eyes. “So it was true that you are associated with the mafia; then why didn't you agree when I asked the question?” Rafael laughs “You asked the wrong question, baby girl.” Rafael gets up and walks slowly towards her, and Eva tries hard to free herself. “No need to lie. I saw your cruelty last night.” “When did I say that I am not related to the mafia, but I am not only related to the mafia, but I am a MAFIA KING myself, baby girl?”

he asked “The one by the mall, the one in the north where that parking lot is facing…” “That is my best spot, Andres… you cannot do this” Manuel whined “And the east side that is free from the cops. You should be grateful that I am allowing you keep your life, you will bounce back and make sure I never have to take up arms against your family, is that understood?” “You have a deal” Manuel said, sighing. The once strong mafia lord, felled by his own children; thankfully I never did love kids so I wasn’t going to worry about having any with Catherina because I wanted none.

I bit my lips as I heaved a sigh, "The name on the file is Jaylen Noire Adryan, I am sure you are aware of that." "Yes, I am very well aware," Alexis put off her massage chair. How would anybody decide to just wake up and kill Jaylen, it's like signing a death contract and I didn't sign one. "And you want me to kill him? That man Is well protected, I am also sure you are well aware of that," I tried my best to be calm because I'm around Alexis. The person they wanted me to eliminate is one of the youngest, most successful and notorious mafia lords, Jaylen Noire Adryan. He is the king of the underground world and he is the kind of person someone like me would never want to cross paths with.

Taken in silence and ceremony. And she was the last. Giovanni sat alone in his office. The room that once overflowed with books was now nothing but ashes. The shelves stood bare. The only thing left was a single photograph of his mother, young and serious. Her eyes were sharp, just like his daughter's. He poured himself a drink. “Tell me I’m wrong,” he said aloud. “Tell me I’m not the monster they think I am.” Silence answered him. The priestess didn’t need to say a word.