Mafia Men: Nikolai's Inferno Novels & Stories

Lila, halfway down the stairs in her pajamas, froze at the sight of the men on the threshold. Four of them. Black coats, black gloves, faces carved from stone. The one in front was the tallest—broad-shouldered, dark-haired, with eyes the pale gray of winter skies over the Neva River. A scar cut through his left eyebrow, giving him a permanent look of disdain. Nikolai Volkov. Even she knew the name. Head of the Volkov Bratva in New York. Ruthless. Untouchable. Vincent’s voice cracked. “Nikolai. I asked for more time—”

No daylight, no damn ventilation, just me, four walls, and the lingering scent of piss and betrayal. I wasn’t chained up like some criminal. No, they wanted me alive enough to bleed slowly. I clenched my jaw, as my thoughts drifted somewhere else with blood crusted at the corner of my mouth, the metallic taste making me growl. The only thing ringing in my head louder than the news broadcast was one word: Alessia and The White Book. That file was my damn insurance policy and my last resort to destroy everything that existed in the Mafia Family. A powerful ledger so vile, so goddamn explosive it would make the FBI piss their pants and make the Mafia run for cover.

Manik said cupping niharika's cheek and she cried palming her face. " Manik want his whole family to be free from this disgusted malpractice so he planned all this and niharika even after knowing everything about you he never try to harm you. He know the reality of this mafia world that's only why he came with me as his sex slave but never touched me. " Nandini said and niharika was numb to react. " But the would he had given you. They were real i saw them with my own eyes and the behave he used to do with you was real. " This time robin's voice stuttered a bit.

“What does Nickolas have to do with any of this mess?” Enzo’s eyes softened, his voice becoming quieter and more gentle. “You said that in your dreams, a lady constantly calls you Nickolas, right?” he said. I nodded, confirming the memory, and he continued. “When I was just a child, I had a very close friend named Nickolas. He was my first real love. He was… different, special and unique. I promised him under a bright full moon that I’d make him my mate as soon as I was old enough to do so. But my father found out he was a Vengas. My father brutally killed him, Noah, him and his entire family. I thought he was completely gone forever. But now, with your mysterious dreams, with what tragicall

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 said bowing repeatedly. Papi has connections in the underworld. He sometimes uses mafia boys to handle tough clients. There was a case about a girl who was owing five million and was causing a huge fuss when she was abducted and trying to run away two days to the auction. Papi was mad at this and ordered mafia boys to rape her to death. The police tried taking up the case, but they couldn't because it will only cost their lives. Manager Steve is his right hand man that was how he got to see rugger's real face in his casino. He quickly and respectfully led him to the front seat by himself.

He threw Micheal a plain look before turning to the young boy, "Thanks, buddy. I'll be there in a bit." He said in a calm voice even though his heart was pumping wildly and his shaft was throbbing painfully against his zipper. "Let's create new memories after practice." He turned to Joane and stretched his hand for her to take. "Why do I have a feeling you're an asshole?" Joane asked in a teasing tone. "You're wrong. I'm a gentleman. Now, come." ************* Nikolai had changed into his all-black suit for his current role as a punisher In a mafia series.

" You know how much respect I have for you, Gio but if we were all to accept sorrys, don't you think our empires would have collapsed? " Giovanni was quiet. I was in awe of the power Nikolai was exuding. Despite being much younger than all of the mafia Dons in the room, he commanded respect. " What is it that you want Nik? " Gio asked. " Only those who are close to me call me Nik. You and I are not close, Gio so call me Nikolai or don't at all. As for what I want, I want nothing. My wife will decide what she wants to do about this whole situation. "

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?”

Looking up, Marco caught sight of a broadly build man with snow-white hair and beard glowering at everyone with menacing brown eyes and an entourage of two men behind him. “Nikolai Romanov?” Marco perked at the name, vibrating. “As in the disgraced Nikolai Romanov? The one who’s Mafia was at par with the Regnante’s, but lost his status twenty-five years ago? That one?” He spoke under his breath, trembling as his brother never tore his gaze from the man, watching him pick up the glass of champagne before walking around the perimeter of the room, everyone slowly resuming their chatter. Most of them whispering behind their hands.