My Mafia Servant Novels & Stories

His ten years old daughter. I could see the faint crease between his brows deepen, jaw shifting slightly with each word. “To the Bratava and was to be trained as a help for a fucking pedophilic bastard. The little thing was lucky I had business with them.” My mouth gaped as I tried my best to formulate the words raging in my head. I didn't know much about the mafia world but I knew one thing for certain, the Bratava were the kings. Ruthless beasts too. The idea of what she’d endured made my chest ache. I wanted to curl into myself, hurt and angry all at once.

“Then I’m going to let everybody know why you’re really here.” “I’m not your servant.” “No, you’re my father’s servant. Keep that in mind, or else I might have to tell him you’re flirting with girls while you’re here.” “You think that was flirting?” His nasty laughter rings out. “You have no idea.” “I do know a few things.” I find the last of my textbooks and drop it on the pile he’s carrying. “I guess that’s it. Let’s get out of here. I could use a cup of coffee.” There’s a coffee shop next to the bookstore, so we head there after I use my student ID to put my textbooks on the account Dad set up for me.

The housekeeper approached them, ready to serve their food onto their plates, but Marcelo halted the servant's progress with a single command. "Leave us," he said, his voice carrying an air of authority that brooked no argument. The servant quickly retreated, leaving Georgina and Marcelo alone at the table. Marcelo's eyes remained fixed on Georgina, his gaze both intense and penetrating. Silence enveloped the room as Georgina watched Marcelo take charge of his own meal, dishing the food onto his plate with practiced ease. The clinking of cutlery against porcelain echoed in the silence, punctuating the tension between them. Georgina felt a mixture of trepidation and curiosity as she cautiousl

If I had known that it was you, I would have never attacked you. Please, give me a chance to correct all of my wrongs. I would do anything for you to forgive me. I am ready to serve you and all of my clan will be at your feet. Your father has indeed been very good to me, so who am I to cause him or his family any harm or trouble? He is also the ruler of the mafia world and he brought great gain to us. I would be a fool to go against him, even for the slightest bit. He kept on spewing out different words from his mouth and I could tell that he was in total surrender to me.

From the look on their faces, there was nothing wrong, but something underneath their clothes was something to watch out for. The Mafia system, displays data on each servant and what is under their clothes. Sharp weapons, in the form of daggers and knives. That's why Arsenio turned into a lion, fierce and savage. "Father, we must be careful. Malik ordered his servants to bring weapons." Arsenio whispered while increasing his vigilance. Slowly, the smile faded from the man whose hair had turned white. His expression turned flat and cold. "You also have to be careful. Malik, is a cunning man. He can do anything to get what he wants."

It surprised me earlier when I saw servants joining the party, and some even participated in games. There was no prejudice. Then again, the servants must also be trained and are as dangerous as the mafia's subordinates. They are working in a mafia's main headquarters, after all. "Can I go back to my room, Linda? I'm getting drowsy," I mumbled when I neared her. I fiddled with the cloth of my dress to show my uneasiness to the stares.

My parents are alive, and they give me their greatest legacy. I am Alexander Antonio, the boss of the Italian Mafia and CEO of THE ANTONIO'S company. The car soon stopped, and my door was opened by my guard. "Thank you, Sergio," I nodded as I stepped into the dark night. Sergio is my most loyal guard; he would take a bullet for me. I admire his skill, and I trust him with my life. Likewise, Raphael does too. He nodded back in response, his hand on the gun in his belt, looking around. I breathed in the cool air and smiled to myself.

Ohhh boy, he isn't going to let this topic go easily. I groan at constantly being treated like a baby. "You know aiden and roseline are our very close friends. We kinda brought up together. So both Aaron and rosaline is like you and Janice to us. For once I would have considered approving Aaron for you but not after all the heroic sh*t. I am going to tell you something ella and I want you to listen to me with open mind." I don't know why but anxiety starts to arising inside me. "Aaron runs a mafia clan. He's the king of America mafia. The ultimate leader." By each passing word my mind seals automatically. My breathe hitched, brain got jammed and body refuse to move. How many more shocks are

They know if they loose one man, then 3 more are standing in queue to take that position. After 5 years of continuous request and struggle I was finally offered a job as a maid in the mafia palace. Every year, a new batch of mafia men, maids and whores are hired by the place to accommodate their growing space and fill in positions for any life lost. Yes, we do have mafia royalty. It's a whole system here but instead of a King, we have a Capo.

Funny how they quickly transform from acting mighty and untouchable earlier just because they’re members of a mafia gang, to acting like spineless rats now. “D-don’t ki-kill us, plea-please,” one of them begs. “If I don’t kill you, you’ll kill me!” And just like earlier, I only use my claws to cut off my prey’s lives, coz I don’t wanna sting my mouth with their blood. It only takes me seconds to fulfill my work. Now, it’s time to send the rest to hell too. I hope, in more or less than a minute I’ve spent here, they haven’t made any phone calls to anyone to tell what they’ve seen here!