My Mafia Servant Novels & Stories

Ameena kept cursing her fate inwardly as she bit her still-swollen lower lip. She had never imagined that, in a life already so broken and filled with suffering as a lowly servant, she would now have to bear an even dirtier and more dangerous new status—to become the secret mistress of the most feared mafia king in the city. A status that not only degraded her dignity as a woman but also trapped her inside a golden cage filled with threats of death.

A slight curve appeared on his lips and he replied: “Of course.” Why did I bother to ask this person? Of course, he already checked all of my records. After all, he was the mafia king of this city. Well, at first I didn’t know that my girlfriend’s father was a mafia king but after our last meeting I checked on him and if I said I was not shocked to know his identity then it’ll be the biggest lie. I was very scared but I will not step back. I love Isabella. I’ll not leave her and I’ll make sure this mafia king will accept me.

I was willing to accept my fate at the hands of this stranger than to die a miserable death after all the sufferings I passed through. “I don’t fucking trust you and I don’t believe you so you are going to be saying right here in this house until I decide what to do with you.” he said. “Thank you sir.” “I am not done.” “Oh okay sorry sir.” “You are going to be staying here as a housekeeper….you will cook, clean and do all the necessary chores until I say otherwise.” “I will do that sir.” I guess it was my fate to always be a servant but it was better than getting abused alongside doing all the house chores.

“Ooh, come on…. you do not want to play that card with me right now, I promise you that. If my uncle should have taught you something. It’s that in your Mafia life, you began with me. Just like I did with him. “I recruited you. I own you. Wherever you go, you will always be under me. Unless I choose to let you go. You are on my back and call, and you do not walk away from me to the last day of your life. “Don’t push me to put up your name as my new mark. Even Don Mauro won’t be able to save you if I do. Don Mauro has nothing on me with my influence outside the Solana empire. “We are not over. We have just begun being in each other’s lives. After what you did. I assure you, Erede, I will neve

He'll ruin you, like he did to everyone, he is different from what he shows you, stay away from him! Nadia's grip tightened on the phone, her heart hammering against her chest as many questions flooded her mind. Who had sent the messages? What did they mean by black death, he's evil, he'll ruin her? Her unsettling mind jumped from one scenario to the other, each thought dreadful than the last. Was Jeff serious when he said his boss was a Mafia lord and controlled the underworld activities? Could it be true that he was really evil? She thought, urgently seeking an answer. She had thought that Jeff was trying to scare her or make her wary of Luciano, but now, these messages…

I rolled my eyes as I adjusted myself back on the seat. “What are you?” I demanded. “I’m a man.” “Karl.” He grinned. “Okay, okay.” He sighed and leaned back. “I’m just… a right-hand man.” “That is the vaguest job description in history.” “I work with the mafia, love.” Silence stretched between us. My head was just blank. He turned to face me. “Massimo is a mafia boss. I’m his right-hand man.” The words came out way too casually. Like he’d just said he works in accounting. My mouth hung open. My brain rebooted twice. Oh my goodness.

Melissa finished Giovanna’s sentence, as if it were a well-known mantra around here. “Now let’s stop talking about this and let the girl eat in peace. We don’t want her getting indigestion thinking about them.” The woman leaned down, gave my face a friendly pat, and left the room. I stared at the door, trying to understand what kind of mafia universe allowed servants to feel so comfortable. It felt like I was in a parallel world.

Martin asked casually, leaning on the rail beside him. Lorenzo didn’t answer directly. "You recorded it? Or hacked it?" Martin shrugged. "Does it matter? The important thing is: I have it." "What do you want? Money?" Lorenzo asked, already fishing for how deep this would go. Martin let out a low chuckle. "Money? Please. That’s too simple. No, I want something much more useful." He turned, locking eyes with Lorenzo. "I want access. You’re Raphael's brother. You work inside his empire. I want you to be my eyes and ears. Feed me information. Sabotage when necessary. Undermine quietly."

I should have left him but I walked over to the balcony and stood next to him ,hands on the railing . “I’m sorry “ I said barely above a whisper. “Don’t be , I’m the one who’s sorry” did almighty mafia bad boy king Cain Adams just apologize to me? “ I’ve been treating you like shit since you got to the Cosa Nostra “ he adds. I nod my head speechlessly , the last thing I expected was an apology from him .

She raised her hands in exasperation and went inside. “You told me your job is to keep me happy, I promise I would not tell anyone where I am, well, I don’t have any friends who care enough to know where I am, but I need a phone and a laptop. And even if someone found out I am here, well, how would it matter? I am in a fortress, isn’t it? And a slave to a mafia lord, who can touch him. Come to think of it, isn’t police of entire world on Dimitri’s payroll too? I am sure –”