Mafia Men: Nikolai's Inferno Novels & Stories

Nevena's gaze fell upon the waterfall, its beauty a harsh reminder of the life she longed to live. Consumed by the weight of her diagnosis, Aleksandar's break-up, and her family's abuse, she plunged into the deep water. Meanwhile that same night, In the Private Suite of Celestial Height Hotel Mexico, Room 665 was dimly lit up and loud moans were emanating from there. 'Fuck!, fuck !!,' Antonio "El Diablo" Hunt 'Blade Knuckles' the underboss of Medina crime family cursed. He could feel cum building up in his balls, as he plunged deeper into the Caribbean whore on his bed.

I can't let her die. "What do you want Nikolia?" I sounded as calm as ever. "Isn't it obvious? I want you dead. I want you wasted. Only one mafia rules Europe! And that's the Russian mafia. You fucking Italians have no place. I want to see you fall and I want to see your mafia fall" Nikolia responded sounding smug. "Fucking bastard" Dante spat at him. Nikolia laughed and signalled to one of his men. At once, he pointed at a gun at Alina's head and she jerked, trembling.

"Marco would never—" "I wish I was," he whispered. "God, Alessia, I wish I was." The ground beneath me slipped as I couldn’t believe my ears. The breath caught in my throat, and it became hard for me to even breathe. "Marco wanted to become the Mafia King as badly as your father," Nikolai said in a grim tone. He spoke slowly, not wanting to put too much pressure on my mind at the same time.

None of the people in this hall do. I exchange looks with Owen that we need to get out of here fast. I definitely did not give the order but our men do go rogue sometimes and act on their own. That will not matter to Nick though. “Everyone out now,” I hear Nikita’s unmistakable commanding voice. We all get up and head to the exit. We, the mafia don’t need to be told twice. The last time Nick lost his wife, he went on a killing rampage, leaving most of us orphans. Now he has lost his only son, it is safe to say that we are all doomed.

“English, please.” He glares at me, “Is that really what you think of me, Solnyshko? You think that I'm a man who'll stop you from getting an education simply because I can?” “I-” I start to say then stop. Wouldn't he? Nikolai was in the mafia, and like every other mafia man I'd come across, they preferred their wife to be docile and submissive, none of which I am. I liked my independence. I liked being able to do things when I wanted how I wanted, including going back to school.

Discomfort dripped from his voice as bulky men laced with guns watched over him. "You're my special guest, Nicholai. I never forget my friends and you are my very first friend in this mafia world since I started acting individual but you disrespected our friendship by stirring the peace in De Niro estate."I lit my cigarette and signalled one of the men to pour him a glass of wine. "I gave you my reasons, Alessandro. I needed money to stablize my circle, there are moles who doesn't want me to lead the Russians. Put yourself in my shoes and then ask me the same question. You would have done the same, Alessandro. Our world runs on the principle of 'survival of the fittest'. I am not following o

Which made their relationship a lot stronger than that of those who might have been blood related. I looked at Nikolay who was smiling at the two of us. Opening his arm, he called me to come and sit beside him while we talked about what we were going to do. We needed to plan what we were going to do, and we needed to plan it carefully. If we were going to enter such a war. We needed to be prepared to fight in it. For this was not a normal war. This was a mafia war, and mafia wars had no rules. Nikolay kissed my temple and the two of us looked at one another for a second before he looked at the men. Vladimir smiled at the two of us before he took out his tablet “well then, where were we?”

She’s clapping excitedly. “She can be moulded. Welcome to the Alejandro’s. As for what you saw earlier, we have stayed long in this game by establishing dominance. It’s not going to be easy for you at all. But you will get the hang of things. That.” Nikolai’s father stops talking to make sure I’m digesting the knowledge. “Is how the mafia world operates. The floor is stained with blood of past heroes. Blood of weaklings, blood of opposing parties, thieves and rubbers, bosses and like my son, the Lord of the Underworld.” Something flashes in his eyes.

“Nikolai’s business. I know it wasn’t something legal, but I want to know what kind of world I am into.” Danger. That was the very first thing I discovered when I stepped foot inside this enormous fortress, and after everything that I went through, including the ambush, the kidnapping, and the like, it made me question what kind of environment I was living in. One leg is already buried under the graveyard. Akim’s gaze fixed on my face as he went still for a bit and lowered the gun he was holding. “I should not be the one saying this sweet cake, but I think you need to know. Nikolai is a mob kingpin in Russia,” he explained, and if my eyes could get any bigger than they already are, they woul

Jerking on the collar of his shirt, Nikolas ripped it down the middle to expose his chest and stomach. Gripping the skin, Nikolai pulls on it as far as he can with his right hand, then slides the blade through it with his left, cutting it from Sam’s body. He sobs, snot flying out of his nose as the blood pours from the gaping hole in his skin as he makes a lame attempt to speak. However Nikolas could understand it. He was ready to disclose his gang’s name. “Speak!” He shouts, pulling off the tape. “I am from the Night Rider’s mafia.” He finally announced. His body begins to shake while Ries fists his hands and thrashes in his chair. Nikolas threw the skin to the floor to rest at his feet. A