My Mafia Servant Novels & Stories

I see nothing that shows he's joking. I’ve watched movies and read enough books to understand what it means for a mafia lord to demand that I serve him and his guests. In some cases, their women even have to get fucked by others as they sit and watch. Some are even given out to pay debts, and those people are never gentle with them. How… how can I… “Prima Carla Dawson…” Oh, he even knows my full name. Just what I want. “You will serve me and my guests. Anyone I choose. If they like you, all it takes is an order from me, and you are in another man's bed. You will obey me unconditionally.”

I wanted to live just to learn more about who I really was. We got into the black car he had discreetly parked next to mine. He didn’t ask questions. He didn’t try to break my silence. He just drove. "Where are we going?" I asked after a few minutes, my voice hoarse from crying. "To a safe place. Where no one can find you for now." "You work for the Russian mafia?" "Yes. We're part of it. We control some of the business in the city, but everyone has their share, and the more territory we take, the more power we have."

When Mikhail said he was letting me out, I didn’t think he was going to make a maid in the mansion. I was the only maid who didn’t reside in the servant quarters. Being a maid was better than being someone’s sex slave. It’s what made me somewhat grateful that the Russian mafia took me. All those stories Alfonso told me about the Bratva were fake. He said they were cannibals and would eat me alive and spit me out in pieces if I associated with them. So far, they were way better than the Cosa Nostra which treated women like they were sex toys to be played with.

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.

She shivered, her mind racing back to years ago. Before being sent to the Vicenzo Empire to serve as a maid, she had been working at the Maurizio mansion as a slave. … Massimo’s father, Romano Maurizio—the name had brought cold to the spine of men, and she… she saw him as a walking demon. He took lives on a whim, like they were nothing. He was nothing less than a tyrant. He had strong affluence as a mafia lord, dominated other mafia empires, and was one of the owners of the slave establishments which she had initially been sold to.

I held out the towel that Aria brought back and she dried her face with it. “What happened?” I asked her. “I don’t know. I think I caught something and the smell of the food just…” she trailed off. I glanced at my staff who were trying to pretend as if they were not listening to what we were saying. That’s just the way they were trained. Working in the Mafia mansion is no joke. They have to exist like people that are not existing. “Get rid of it,” I ordered. “Yes, Don.” They answered and effectively got rid of the entire thing that was on the table.

"No! How can I just climb on your back? Moreover, there's an injury on your arm." JK yells, "Just shut up and do as I say!" "No, I won't! Why are you showing me mercy now?" "I have never seen a stubborn girl like you." Grabbing her hand forcefully, he makes her lean on his back. "This man, seriously! How long are you going to force me? Will you ever let me live peacefully? When will you stop all this?" "When you love me more than I do." "I'll never fall for you." "You won't have to do it, baby. It will happen automatically. Just wait and see." "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Walk as soon as possible; I'm so hungry." "It's high time to learn how to control your hunger." "Yah, I've never seen a stupid

Mia nodded her head again then she smiled, actually she was so sure that none of the servants dared to argue and betray, because they all knew the risks after doing that, that's why Mia was confident enough if the people behind her were so much than Mia could use many hands to commit her crimes to get whatever she wanted. “I will never doubt your loyalty to me, and the loyalty of all the servants who currently obey me, because I'm sure if one of you commits betrayal you also know what the risks are, namely your signature will be broken or even your life will be lost, you also know who we are, right? Serving the biggest mafia in the world is certainly not an easy thing and you can’t play arou

But when I turned and saw it was Agnes, I sighed, trying to calm down. "Agnes, you... you startled me." I mumbled, trying to regain control over my raging nerves. "I'm sorry, ma'am. Good morning, and are you alright? You are looking so pale." She asked, moving closer to me, but I just smiled. She's just a servant here. I badly wanted to talk to someone, but I didn't have anyone but myself. She's a servant under the Raven mafia, and she might rat me out if I said anything against the family. That would be very bad for me.

If I didn't stop him, I would lose four fingers, only my thumb would be cut off later because it was a little bit away from the other fingers. "I don't want to lose my fingers, please. I am still so young and yet to get married. Imagine not having fingers, that’s so inconvenient," I pleaded, tears brimming my eyes. "I swear I will repay the money. You can take all of my savings and I will pay the rest in installments. I swear on yo—" when he put more pressure on the knife, instantly, I corrected myself, "Ember Corbin. I swear on Em–myself." Of course, he wanted the money. I was an idiot. He was in the mafia; he earned illegally, and an unknown woman had just wasted his precious money.