Mafia Madman Novels & Stories

Earlier that week, she had gone to Mikhail Mazza for help. Although he was known as the Country's most handsome bachelor and conglomerate. He was also known as the Mafia Kingpin. She couldn't let her mother die. The woman had suffered a lot and if she could at least do what he wanted.. she'd make that change. But she was not ready to give her virginity to a man-whore. Mikhail Mazza was feared in the whole city. He was the Country's most dangerous and whoring bachelor. He was well known for his brutality and people feared him all over.

If so I need to get the girls away from them as quickly and humanely as possible. They're not good guys though they may seem it on the outside inside they don't give a shit about anyone but themselves ever since Maulvey’s sister committed suicide they became the most deadly drug dealer assassin and I feel that a storm is coming and the worst one in history one that can cause a war between the mafia and the drug lords. There has already been some ruckus about Dreads death and if they are blaming either of these two girls as well as the Greens they will take their ultimate revenge and it won't be pretty.

Mafia Luca is the second most dangerous mafia in the city. He's well-known for various crimes such as murder, manslaughter, and sexual assault. Unlike William, he's more terrifying and shows no mercy. He has a strong aversion to forgiving people. Luca is a covetous individual who has a profound fondness for women. He frequently dons a black suit and is perpetually accompanied by a minimum of eight strong bodyguards. He is a womanizer and frequently engages in relationships with college girls. His extravagant spending on women knows no bounds; he is willing to purchase anything for them.

However, he had no regrets. Facing defeat at the gambling table was not as scary as he thought. Maybe he even started to enjoy this stupid game. "Wanna bet?" a man looked up at him with a mischievous smile that looked annoying. Just by looking into his eyes, Mikael could recognize him—the man he had wanted to find ever since he came to Las Vegas and gambled at this casino. Damn it. Rafael Wagner is indeed an unpredictable madman. When he became the leader of the biggest mafia clan in the world—becoming the most dangerous man feared by all underground businesspeople, this man was sitting casually at a bookie's table in his casino.

Maddie complained and placed the mug on the table, looking seriously at Lina, waiting for her to speak. “Sorry... Well, the first is that I found out who sent that jewel. And yes, it was for me. It was the crazy guy from the club. That hottie I kissed. Apparently, he is connected to the mafia; Second thing is that I'm unemployed, precisely because I got into trouble with him.” Maddie just stared at Lina for a while. “The crazy guy at the club is from the mafia and is after you?” She repeated, like a malfunctioning robot.

Aiming the tip of rifle at Mark Devis's forehead, I threateningly asked," Why the fuck you refused to sign a deal with Mcadam corporation?" For a few seconds, Mark kept quiet, staring down at the ground. His thick blood dripped off his cracked forehead, dirtying the area he was sitting. I removed my rifle from his forehead and squatted in front of him. Cupping his bleeding chin in my right hand, forcing him to look at me. " Are you fucking dumb? I hate quiet ones." That's when mimicking Mark's tone enraged me. " So you're the infamous Mafia Boss of DarZ group. Xavier Hill who is in reality Ceo Caspar Mcadam," Mark chuckled.

“So you think he changed his mind because of your father?” I snorted. “Have you met Marcus Easter? He’s Satan’s spawn. If you haven’t met him, I’d stay away. He’s a curse that you’ll never get rid of, no matter how much you try to shake him. He’s like lint that’s immune to a lint roller.” I shuddered at the magnitude of truth there. I’d never be done with my father’s shittiness in life. “Uh. Yeah.” Detective Monteyo scribbled one last thing before putting his pad away. “Want to explain why a businessman with prominent and known Mafia ties is standing behind you right now?”

"Won't it be better for you to listen to what I have to say instead of acting like a damn child?!" Chiara flinched, her calm façade finally crumbling as her anger reached its limit. "Was that you or just your other personality? I know what bipolar disorder is, and you can't trick me. You're a fucking pervert who thinks that I'm stupid enough to be lied to." She scoffed, running her fingers through her hair. "Bipolar my ass," she added, her gaze shifting to the menu again. "I ordered something for the both of us already," Stefan answered quietly, only to be met by Chiara's silence.

Or was this just another layer of the Sokolov facade, another game being played for my benefit? "You’re a strange man, Dmitri," I said, shaking my head. "I can’t figure you out." He offered a ghost of a smile, a fleeting expression that vanished as quickly as it appeared. "Perhaps that is for the best, Tristan. This world…it is not kind to those who are easily read." He released my arm, and I took a step back, feeling a sense of unease settle over me. Dmitri was a dangerous mafia member like Giovanni, a silent observer in a world of calculated chaos. And for some reason, I found myself awed to him, despite the inherent danger.

"Tell me, who did?" "Not too fast now, baby. You would give me something in return." I just knew this wasn't gonna be good. What was she possibly going to ask for now? "And how do I know you're not lying about having supposed information?" "Manuel, just like you, I also have my ways. I'm a fucking mafia princess, you're quick to forget that. A much better option than that weak assistant of Alex." Her statement made me so angry and I released a grunt before I could hold back.