Mafia Men: Nikolai's Inferno Novels & Stories

“Congratulations, Boss!” Without waiting for the celebration, Drake turned on his heel and walked out of the church. Amy followed closely behind, flanked by a sea of suits and heavy artillery. The moment the heavy church doors slammed shut behind them, the priest’s knees gave out, and he collapsed onto the altar floor, completely unconscious. Meanwhile, across the city, the atmosphere was entirely different. Inside the fortified syndicate of the Blood Pact Mafia. The second largest crime syndicate in Italy. Athan, a hardened man in his early fifties, sat high on a leather chair that served as his throne. The air in his private chambers was thick with the pungent, sweet scent of a heavy blunt

He was charming in a lethal wayb and every word he said made it harder to maintain the armor I’d built. The dinner went for hours. His associates exchanged stories about drug shipments and bodies dumped in canals like they were trading stock tips. I sipped water and listened. Every detail was ammunition. Every smile from Nikolai was a taunt. He had no idea I was the pin under the elephant's foot. Eventually the night advanced and everyone was starting to leave until I was left alone with him. He leaned back and stretched as if he hadn’t just spent hours surrounded by monsters. I tried to imagine the kind of man he would have been if he hadn't become a criminal but I came out blank. A crimina

Nikolai’s eyes flicker with a dangerous glint as he leans closer to the bars, his voice low and measured. “I am Nikolai Fedorov, the new Vor or Boss of the Chicago Bratva,” he declares with a menacing tone. “And you, Adalina Gaito, are a pawn in my game against the Chicago Outfit and your fiancé, Mario Alfonso.” His words jumble in my mind as I struggle to comprehend the situation. “I have kidnapped you to send a message to the Outfit, so they will learn not to cross me and get away with it.”

I took my silencer gun out and pointed it at the bastard who held Claire but he saw us already and placed the gun in his hand to my sister’s head which made Mikhail roar. “Chertov ublyudok, dazhe ne smey! ( Fucking bastard, Don’t you even dare!)” He shouted furiously which made the kids muffle their cries. “ Oh? Wasn't it one of the famous underworld Mafia Lords? Was this woman yours? She’s so small and cute. I guess it would be gruesome if I shot her in the head right?” Nicolas tapped my sister's face which made Mikhail walk towards them with guns in his hand. He didn’t waver when he shot one of the five-arm men who didn't hide himself well. It fell dead on the ground with just one shot in

I couldn’t imagine how life would have been without him. After two weeks of tirelessly searching for Diego and Liam, Nikkolai found them and ended them immediately. I also heard that it was Nikkolai Petrov who killed Lorenzo’s father, Sergio. I couldn’t fathom why Nikkolai was so keen on taking care of Antonio’s dirty businesses, but I just hoped he wouldn’t demand a huge price in return down the line. One thing was sure—Mafia bosses never do things out of the goodness of their hearts. He definitely wanted something. The question was, what?

Nikolai Volkov, second-in-command of the Bratva, always answered the same way—flat, unimpressed, like Alessandro was wasting his time. Alessandro smirked. “Let’s keep this short, Nikolai. I don’t have all night.” Nikolai let out a low chuckle, devoid of humor. “No pleasantries? You did blow up four of our warehouses.” Alessandro swirled the whiskey in his glass. “You say that like it wasn’t deserved.” Silence. Then, Nikolai’s voice sharpened. “You’ve made enemies, Moretti.” Alessandro’s grip on the glass tightened. “I was born with them.”

“Egoistic Boss of yours, Nico. The Italian Mafia is entering a new Era. Unlike my father, I will not keep jealous family members close to me. I would rather end them!” Nico's nose flared at the hidden warning in Klaus' eyes. “I am not an ordinary man, Klaus. Today, I am not a minor member of the Italian Mafia but the father-in-law of The Russian PAKHAN! Do you think ending my life would be easy?” Klaus laughed at that. “The Father-in-law of the Russian head? The man would end your life for even breathing in the same air as him.” Nico’s jaw clenched tightly at his words. “Yo…”

I stare up at Nikolai, my mind still clouded from the texts I forgot all about him. “I don’t have anything to say,” I shrug. It’s true I don’t what’s there to say? Sorry my dads are forcing me to marry and dragging you into our family drama? Yeah, great conversation starter right there. “You could try,” His Russian accent was thick and deep. Nikolai isn’t a bad looking guy to be the mafia leader. His reddish brown hair is short and slicked back, his blue eyes are stunning and he’s so tall that even sitting down it’s like he’s standing.

What the fuck! I stepped into the room and managed to adjust my eyes at last, and then I was able to see Mikhail sitting at the far end of a long meeting table, with about three other men who I soon recognise as his Underboss; Nikolai, The capo in charge of his clubs; Sergei and his enforcer, Petrov. "Damn! We could have been killed before we got our bearings. What's with the blue lights?" Jamie voiced out my thoughts. Mikhail chuckles "That's the whole point of it"

Dante pushed through, navigating the dimly lit corridors with the familiarity of a man who'd once been an unwelcome guest here, back when alliances were fragile and Alessia was just a bargaining chip in her father's games. He found Nikolai in the study, a cavernous room lined with leather-bound books and antique firearms mounted like trophies. The air was thick with the scent of aged whiskey and cigar smoke, the flickering glow of a massive flat-screen TV casting erratic shadows across the walls. On the screen, news anchors droned on about "arson attacks on industrial sites," helicopter footage capturing the riverside warehouse's collapse in a blaze of orange and black. Pundits speculated on