Midnight Lover Mafia Lord Novels & Stories

Then sharply, as if on instinct, she turned to take a good look at the van which was hiding her, boldly on the van was written; The Mambas Organisation. Holy moly! She gasped. Mambas Organisation? Crap! That was one of the mafia gangs in their street if not the whole of New Jersey, not just one, it was the leading gang, the most powerful mafia organisation, being headed by the most fierceful mafia Lord ever known, Lord Lucario. She had heard so much about him and his mafia gang, heard from her grandma and from the ‘johns’ she serviced. They always talked about him, and his gang, and how powerful they were.

Lora said “Okay Lora, You can do what you want, be back quickly to welcome our partners” The boss said “Okay boss,” Lora turned to leave the office, “And Lora send my coffee to Martha” The boss said, Lora answered with a bow and walked out the office.

In fact he was beyond perfection and Mia could help but feel desire pouring into her lower body and signed heavily. She wished they could have sex again even without knowing who he was but as her gaze met the man all her thoughts and wishes fell out of the window because the man was no one else but Lucius Lovato, the ruthless mafia leader of Lova group, the man she was asked to seduce with in three months. And she was on his bed while he was standing half naked looking at her, “did she manage to seduce him and did they have a passionate night together?”. Mia to remember but she can’t but now was not the time to dwell on thoughts, she needed to act fast.

Lorenzo promised he was gonna discard of the dress and I managed to relax in his arms again. “Who was that man?” I finally managed to ask through the lump my throat. Lorenzo hesitated for a moment before responding. “That’s one of the sons of one of the main mafia lords of the country. It’s safe to say that we’ve now become rivals after what happened here tonight.”

I say. And when they find out they will have to pick sides for the war that will start because of me. When the time comes I promise myself I will tell them but for now, they must think that I still love Declan Blue Diaz leader of La mafia de la Muerte. (The Mafia of Death)

“Marriage between you and me? You see that—how it sounds? A B S U R D.” “It’s either that or you go back to Zeus. And trust me, you don’t want to find out what he will do to you.” The back of my knees hit the chair. His arm snakes around my waist, catching me. “Have you heard of Ravens?” I nod. Who doesn’t know about the five deadly mafia lords who rule the world with an iron fist? And I know he is one of them.

“This wasn’t part of it…” He crouched beside her, his face inches from hers, his lips curled into a wicked smirk. “Oh, it was exactly part of it. You just didn’t read it…..poor little naive Seraphina,” he said mockingly. “This was my game from the beginning; my setup….my rules.” He stood tall and proud. “I’m Vincenzo De Luca, the Mafia Lord of Manhattan; I don’t lose, I don’t beg. Let me bust your bubble…. I take whatever I want…. And in my games I always win.”

“Go ahead.” “What’s it really like? This life. The mafia.” Noah paused, considering his words carefully. He set his fork down and looked at me, his expression serious but gentle. “It’s power,” he said quietly. “Control. Loyalty. But it’s also blood. Sacrifices. You learn early that trust is the most expensive currency—and once it’s broken, the price is usually death.” I swallowed hard. “Does it ever get easier? Knowing what you do… what you have to do?”

The uncomfortable chair and cheap table didn’t bother him as much as the thoughts running through his head. Armani del Rossi was no ordinary man. He ruled his world from the shadows, the name “Del Rossi” whispered with fear and reverence across continents. He was a mafia lord—a ruthless, calculating figure who commanded loyalty through power and fear. Possession was his creed. Control was his doctrine. And anything he wanted, he took.

I question as I slip the pulse ox off her finger. “I’m here to speak with you Miss. Violetta. I come in peace and with a message from Misha Romanov.” Helen informs me. My blood runs cold for a moment at her words before as I let them settle over me. Misha Romanov is the head of the Russian mafia. I think they call themselves Bratva. I don’t know all the various terms tossed about as most in the underworld say mafia or mob and don’t do the specific names. “Oh, is that so?” I raise an eyebrow at her.