Mafia Prince Novels & Stories

Just don't go easy on him, okay? As I left the basement, the groans picked up again but quickly faded into silence. Fiona took me to a room that was decked out in all my favorite colors. My graffiti art covered the walls, each piece framed, with my wobbly 'Cole' signature in the corner. Before I was taken, we were not exactly rolling in dough. Three of us crammed into one room, but we were a happy bunch. "Mom, how in the world did you end up running a casino in Macoria? And where did all this cash come from?"

He sipped his drink, as he spoke his lips twisted to the side. I shook my head as the whiskey hit my throat. “You can't be so sure. President Guma is not going to listen to anyone. The upcoming elections will be great and just one candidate will be elected. You should consider Politics my friend. You have a good reputation plus you've got the money”. He cackled in laughter. I joined him knowing that I have no plans of going into politics. I rule the crime world, the Mafia unworld. None of that politics shit matters. He beamed at me and hit the table slightly.

“So a contract?” I smirked, lying through my teeth. “More like a betrothal.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “Never thought mafia played the old-fashioned games too.” My eyes cut to him sharply. “Who the hell are you, really?” His smirk deepened. “Prince Roman. From the royal family in the West.” I stopped dead. My lips parted. “West…? You mean… Bahogany City?” He nodded once, proudly. I staggered back, breathless. Bahogany. The greatest city of all. The city my mother dreamed of for me. The city I should have belonged to.

The mafia prince! The Thunderstorm family looked at the mysterious man in shock, their eyes not believing what they saw, especially Trevor and Vanessa! “Our son…,” Trevor whispered. “… is the infamous Mafia Prince.” Vanessa completed. The demon king rushed out of the cave and dove straight into the river, his black figure a sharp contrast against the gigantic, silvery-white waterfall. Vance did not hesitate to follow suit. “Noooo!” Azrion screamed, horrified at what the love of his life was attempting to do.

His midnight hair was swept back in a way that looked effortless, though Sienna would bet her last dime it was anything but. And his face—God help her—was the kind that made women forget how to breathe. A strong jaw, high cheekbones, and lips that looked like they belonged in a sinfully expensive ad for cologne. But it was his eyes that struck her—cold, gray, and calculating. Like a storm brewing behind an unbreakable wall of glass. Alessandro Moretti wasn’t just a billionaire. He was the billionaire. The mafia prince whispered about in dark corners—the man who built an empire on blood and business.

Could it be a different Mario? "You mean Mario Bianchi - that tall, imposing figure?" I stammered, struggling to find the right words. Larissa nodded enthusiastically. "Yes! Let me show you." She pulled out her phone, displaying photos of Mario that decorated her screen. "This is the one! A trillionaire and heir to the Bianchi dynasty, a trillion-dollar empire with ties to the British monarchy and the American mafia. His brother is the infamous don." I listened, awestruck, as she continued.

I bite my lower lip and sighed deeply. " We should go. " he politely said, resting his hand on my lower back. " He's Antonio Rego, younger brother of my father. He is also mafia. He decided things are good or bad for his people. He likes everything to work according to him. You'll speak when it requires. " he said and caught sight of me. " I had heard, you are the Emperor." I asked, " You didn't talk about it. I was thinking um.. " I stopped.

He yells, and I start laughing hysterically. You obviously have no idea who the fuck I am, so allow me to introduce myself. I say just before delivering a powerful blow to his left face. "My name is Alessandro Gattani, Don of the American- Italian mafia and I'm shortly going to be the ruler of the Colombian Mafia". I tell him, and he gets a startled look in his eyes. Mr. Gattani, I'm sorry, I didn't know. He offers an apology as tears begin to form in his eyes.

“But tell me, Amelia, do you know who he really is? Or are you just another naive girl blinded by his charm?” "What are you talking about?” she asked, her voice shaky. Zach straightened and began pacing the room, his hands clasped behind his back. “Let me enlighten you,” he said. “Alessandro is not just a businessman, Amelia. His business is his cover-up. He’s a mafia kingpin. An underground bastard who thrives on power, fear, and bloodshed. Do you know how many lives he’s ruined? How many people have begged for mercy at his feet only to be silenced forever?”

Only the worn out curtains and dirty floor would be left in their small apartment. 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.