Mafia Men: Nikolai's Inferno Novels & Stories

But I thrived in this world of shadows and secrets, where danger lurked around every corner. "Nico, how did it go with Maksim?" I asked, my tone tinged with a mix of curiosity and frustration. Nico's scowl deepened as he recounted the encounter. "The man I sent got himself killed," he replied, his voice laced with annoyance. "Maksim may be the leader of the Russian Mafia, but he's a total idiot." A smirk played on Matteo's lips as he interjected, his amusement evident. "Are you just realizing that now?"

Luca's voice came through. "Yeah." Alejandro's eyes swept the room calmly as he replied. Damon sat on the upper gallery overlooking the club, his aura tangible, cold, and dominantly untouchable, dressed in a black silk shirt with the top buttons undone, revealing the hard planes of his sculpted chest. His hazel eyes remained fixed on Alejandro from where he sat, tracking his every movement with unsettling focus. "Damon controls the most dangerous mafia syndicate on the East Coast," Agent Luca's voice crackled softly through the communication chip hidden inside Alejandro's ear. "Arms trafficking, narcotics, human trafficking, all wrapped beneath the façade of a billionaire philanthropist."

And God help me, I don’t know if I’ll groan this time, or if I’ll burn the whole damn world down instead. The host, Sergei Antonov, leans back, swirling his drink lazily. “So, Aleksander,” he says, lips curling with curiosity. “ How is your father? The Pakhan still ruling with that iron fist of his?” I keep my tone even. “He's well.” That should’ve been it. But Nico tips his chair back on two legs, grinning like a devil. “Stronger than ever, huh? Guess fear really is the best vitamin. Keeps everyone big and healthy.”

In less than a minute, I watched him pull someone else into the room, and I froze. Enzo. Enzo burst into the room, his face a twisted mix of pain and anger. “I'm Giovanni's favorite son!”He struggled against the grip of the men holding him, his voice desperate. “Who the hell are you? If you touch me, my father will make you pay!” I shook my head, slowly retreating into the shadows. I couldn't take this. I couldn't. “Your men are dead.” I watched him smirk from his spot on the bed. “You're on your own now.”

“Because the way he tossed you out, doesn’t that feel familiar? Doesn’t it feel like what men like him always do once they’re done using you? He let you go because he doesn’t need you anymore. His deal is more important to him and he would give you away just to get what he wants.” He took a step closer, voice tightening. “If he really loved you, he would’ve fought for you. He would’ve told me no, even if it risked the deal. But he didn’t. He let you walk, because he's done with you. You weren’t some cherished woman he couldn’t let go of. You were nothing more than a bargaining chip.” “Stop it,” I said, rising to my feet. He stood too, voice low and burning. “Your father, what would he think

I shrugged my shoulders since I wasn’t sure what to reply to him since I didn’t even know my damn self, I know I could get any girl I want, I mean they practically throw themselves at me but I guess that’s something that I don’t want anymore and whatever it was that I was looking for,I wanted to see if I could get it with this blonde bombshell. “Just do what I ask and don’t ask so many dumb questions.” I say to him, standing up from the chair, “Find out who this professor is and where I could find them as soon as you find out, send it to my phone.” Drew nods his head in understanding and I simply walk away. Lili

But the man reaches for my hand, nodding with a smirk before he claps Niko on the back with a sure grin. "Beautiful, beautiful. Now I see why you needed something as beautiful as a rare red diamond," he grins. They whisper amongst themselves as I regard the girl next to the man before me. She looks shit-faced, probably high on Christ knows what. And yet, a smile plays on her lips as if she's pleased to be here. Niko excuses us a few minutes later to walk along only a few steps behind the Russians. This man I know is one of the three men destined to stand beside Luca, one-third of whom will one day lead the Italian mafia for my generation.

“Don’t worry I’ll keep my pretty legs closed.” ~ Alvaro didn’t question Nadine when she told him she was returning with us, showing me the unique link of loyalty that resonated from every man that worked with Zaverio. The warehouse was quiet when we arrived, and I looked at Alvaro when he switched off the engine. “I’ve never heard of the mafia having an off day.” “There’s no such thing.” He said, opening the door for Nadine and helping her out. “Zaverio asked us to halt all activities and meet him in the open room.”

Tomorrow, every ounce of this would be out there, touching lives, ripping through neighborhoods like a fire set by men who didn’t give a damn about the damage. Nikolai stood at the center with arrogance that he wore like a crown. He moved with such confidence, hands tucked in his pockets, an amused smile playing on his lips. To him, all of this was his empire—New York was his kingdom, and its people his subjects, whether they knew it or not. Marco poured a generous amount of whiskey into his glass, raising it with a smirk, “Gentlemen, a toast,” he drawled, his voice was so smooth, “To our King of Cocaine—Nikolai.”

His hand slid down to rest over my stomach, protective and possessive. “I’m never letting any of you go,” he whispered against my lips. “We’re getting out of this city. Starting over. A real family.” The elevator doors opened to the underground garage. And waiting for us were six armed men in suits I didn’t recognize. Their leader stepped forward, smiling coldly. “Mr. Bellini. Miss Russo. We represent the European Commission’s organized crime task force. You’re all under arrest for multiple counts of murder, racketeering, and child endangerment.”