My Mafia Servant Novels & Stories

Xavier I sat in my torture room with the evil spy that was sent by a rival mafia group to get information from my cabal. My men had already beaten him to a pulp and he looked so battered like he had gone through hell and back and to be fair he really deserves everything that was done to him. Aside from the fact that he was a spy sent by a rival mafia group, this man was also a rapist and child trafficker. I had one of my boys look into him and his record was truly disgusting.

He stands up straighter, towering over me, his dark eyes swirling with a storm of secrets he refuses to share. “I’m a mafia leader, Harper. There is always someone out there trying to get at me,” he says bluntly, his chest rising and falling heavily. He looks away from me, a flash of genuine pain crossing his face. “And now, they can hurt you to get to me. You’re a weakness.”

The blood spilled on my white dress and I guess that's the actual nature of being the daughter of a mafia and wife of the godfather instead of believing tears to leak from my eyes a smile embraced my lips. His body falls on the floor leaving the floor flooded with blood. Maximo and his crew stride inside they all watched me with a glorious face, their weapons dropped and they knelt on the floor showing a sign of respect, placing their hand near the heart they bowed their head and when they lifted their head they all gazed at me and said. "Welcome to his mafia world."

he says pleasantly before he goes trigger happy and one by one, the men drop onto the muddy ground like flies. A few try to escape their fate only to be tackled by Russo and my men. There will be no survivors tonight. I intend to prune this parasitic branch of the mafia once and for all. One of Sergio’s men lie in a puddle of his own blood and I pull him by his collar. “Where’s Sergio?” I ask, pointing my gun at his head. He tries to spit on me, “You can go to hell.” Ahh…a tough one. I like men who are loyal like him, too bad he’s not loyal to me.

" I said. With the message sent immediate action was required! As I dressed to head off to send my message my mind drifted off to my mate. Uneasiness, was all I felt whenever my mind drifted off to her. I hope wherever she is no one is treating her badly else when I get my hands on them they would regret it. But now I need to focus, I will think of her later. In many times during a fight things tend to go wrong between the mafia groups. And tonight was time like this. “Let’s move out.” I said. “Yes boss.” “I don’t have a good feeling about this.” Daniel my right hand said.

I grinned, lowering my gaze. Paul had served the family since I was a teenager, he first worked under my old man who was the Mafia Lord in his time and was then passed on to me as my personal assistant after I had taken over the legacy and emerged as the new mafia Boss. He was in his mid-50s but still served with utmost vibrancy. I considered him family as he had been here long enough and even knew all the family secrets.

I tried to stand up but the bitch kicked me off. Oh, Regina. Why do you behave like a man? So tough. "The last time I checked, you're not a part of this mafia group." I chuckled, nodding my head. "Guess he didn't tell you about me. I'm Don DeMarco's sex slave and my job is to satisfy him sexually. When you stormed in earlier like the ill-mannered cat you are, the Don and I were in the middle of something. He can't do without fucking me because I'm sweet in the middle, kitten."

I stare at her in suspicion. "Aren't you among the newly recruited servants? How did you know this?” I ask. She smiles and shrugs. "I've served other people before swearing to be loyal to Master Nikolai,” she mutters. I stare at her longer than I should, curious about who she really is and who she has served. “Let me know when you're ready to leave, ma'am," she bows and begins to walk to the door. I sigh and walk to the window when she leaves. I wonder if she has served Mafia men before, if she knew that her new master is a Mafia boss.

Said Jean carefully. "Sure, you must have a lot of questions to ask. And call me, Delia." The woman named Delia introduced herself. "Who is Dominic? What does he do? Is he a mafia? Where is he now? And what is the motive for bringing me here?" Jean asked lots of questions in a row. Delia stopped her steps. "Wow !!! One by one Miss. You don't know who Mr Dominic is?" She asked back. Jean shook her head in a sign that she didn't know.

“And now look at you, making Paris more beautiful.” We sat in silence, sipping wine, letting the memories drift between us like smoke. Then I laughed. “When we first met? You were so cold and intimidating.” He snorted. “Of course. I was the big bad Mafia Lord. Wasn’t that the charm you fell for?” “Please,” I rolled my eyes. “The moment Mama Rosa called you ‘Little Pumpkin,’ I knew it was all an act.” He groaned, covering his face with both hands. “You never forget anything, do you?”