Mafia Madman Novels & Stories

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.

No one else would dare. I had escaped my father but I just basically went from frying pan to fire. Hakan was Scorpion, there was no doubt about it. I was in the arms of the deadliest and most feared mafia boss in the whole country and maybe further than that.

“Unless the great Mafia Don is only good at ordering executions from behind a desk.” Drake’s eyes darkened completely, a low, dangerous chuckle escaping his chest. “Careful, Donna. Your mouth is writing checks your skill can’t cash yet.”

he murmured. But the euphoria didn’t last long. A nagging doubt crept into Jacques’ mind. Turning back to Frederick, he asked cautiously, “How do you plan to do it?” Frederick’s expression darkened. “You know who Leonard is, don’t you? He’s a mafia lord—a criminal who bends the law to his will. True, I’m no match for his influence over the legal system, but when it comes to cunning...” Frederick paused, his lips curving into a sly smile. “Your father could rival any mafia leader with his cleverness.”

Rose then turned to her father. “This is the one chance I had to win this stupid case. If Stan did something to my lawyer, I would be the one to kill him!” she warned with a serious expression. Rose seemed different and very angry. This wasn't the girl I had spent some time with before the nailing of that man, this was Lord's daughter, the Mafia princess. “Let me give him a call” Lord suggested, but Rose refused. “He knows he has messed up and won't take your calls” she said as she pulled out her phone and began talking to someone. When she was done, she turned to look at me.

Natalie’s POV “Are you 100% sure Lucien?” He frowned slightly before finally answering me… “Ok fine…I heard you…” “Good…where are you headed after now?” “Uh I’ll just head out for a while. I have some things to take care of then I’ll be back home in a short while…” “What’s it about?” “It’s just business matters…” “Business? Lucien?” “Mafia business…between me and Don Nichole… you have nothing to worry about trust me…”

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.

Zeno reported professionally. Sebastian reluctantly removed his eyes from Zeno and slowly looked the man up and down, his face emotionless. "Name?" Sebastian asked indifferently. The man had already sighted Sebastian the moment he walked out of the building; fear instantly caught him as he realized that he'd been caught in the web of the deathly mafia king. He knew without being told that he needed to cooperate to survive, even though at the back of his mind, he knew that cooperation wouldn't guarantee his safety with the mafia king.

Luca's POV Mia's return from wherever she had come from had got me stunned, not until she claimed to be a different person. So, I went to Hedges Casino to find the guy they called Ace Carter. He's very famous at the casino and from his looks, you could tell he seemed dangerous. “I'm the Mafia leader of BloodyScars" he said once we had sat for a discussion. After learning I was good at gambling games, he became loose tongued.

The Russian outfit had no integrity and they couldn’t care less about morals, or compassion but none of them was as worse as Dmitri Ivanov, nicknamed the Mad Dog for his brutality. Dmitri took pleasure in violence, running the Mafia outfit with an almost dictatorial authority. He was horrible to say the least—the stuff nightmares were made of. Gianna smiled sadly at that, “I suppose I shouldn’t call him that, seeing as I would be married to him in less than a month.”