Saved By The Mafia King Novels & Stories

I took life after life and felt less and less pain. Sebastian and Carlos, Dallas’s only children, nodded at me as they strolled in. When I saved their father’s life, I’d saved their family. I became one of them, another son of the mob boss. Still, they only met my eyes for a moment. Maybe because they didn’t care, or maybe there was nothing there to look at. “Today, the only person in trouble is Jimmy.” Dallas confirmed what I’d suspected.

As the man was speaking, his eyes widened as he said, “Boss, I think I've just hacked into the security system of the most powerful mafia base in this country. The young master was taken by them.” Martina sat up straight, her heart racing at the words she had just heard. "You mean to tell me the person who took my son might be the mafia king of this country?" she asked in disbelief. The bodyguard nodded grimly. However, Lucas' face contorted. There was only one mafia king in this country. Trey Collins. Which meant the bastard had kidnapped his own son. Realizing that, he smirked inwardly. 'He was going to sit back and watch the drama unfold with whiskey.'

“But I think Paige is worth it. Every girl in trouble deserves your dedication.” “You think so?” Tommaso sounded doubtful. “Why wouldn’t I? You’ve saved my ass so many times. It’s time another person sees the good you do.” “Good?” he repeated jokingly. “I am the righthand man of the mafia king of Philly. I don’t do good.” We shared fond smiles. After a moment of companionable silence, memories of Paige resurfaced in my mind. “Do you want me to tell you about her?” Tommaso stiffened but nodded.

His rage simmered just below the surface, threatening to shatter his carefully crafted composure. He never got stolen from. It was an abomination to those who knew him. It was an unforgivable transgression. And yet, it had happened. With his rage will come chaos. His perpetrators will pay, they always do. It was a promise, a known fact. He is Stefano De Rico. A Mafia kingpin whose name sent shivers down the spine of even the most hardened criminals. He is the master of the underworld. He tames even the wildest beasts that refuse to bend to his will.

I told her in Italian, and she nodded. My gaze lowered to the little girl standing in front of the maid, her gaze lingering on mine longer than it should. She didn’t talk much, but her eyes held unspoken words. “Thank you for sparing us. You’re a good man,” The maid whispered, forcing a less frightened smile. I ignored her, and the car drove off. You’re a good man. No, I was far from that. Sparing a life meant taking away a hundred deserving lives. That is the kind of man I am.

His voice was a low, teasing drawl as he said, "So, you didn't want me as a friend back then because you knew I'd end up as your husband?" My cheeks burned. He cradled my face in his hands and kissed me. I never would've imagined that Harold, the mafia kingpin who struck fear into every man, could be so tender. Something told me our story was only beginning.

*********************** Adel gets angry and says “Who are you, you bastard, and what are you talking about?” Then another man comes there and points a gun towards Adel. “How dare you talk to the Mafia King like that?” As soon as they heard the name of the Mafia King, the ground slipped under everyone's feet. “Mafia King!” “Grab your money and get out of here before I blow your skull.” Adel gets scared, and he quickly stuffs her money in the bag and runs away. Now Eva‘s parents were trembling with fear in a corner. The man got up and walked towards her the gun was still in his hand, and Amelia got scared.

"I have kept something from you, something important you should know. So you should prepare for whatever happens and whatever you see." He did this again; his pause, the muscles of his jaw clenching, like an internal war was being fought. "I am the head of a mafia, Camilla, I run an American Mafia organization. Those words just hung in the air while my brain worked overtime to process the litter that literally spewed out of his mouth. I stared, gawking with some sort of shock running through me. "You…you're serious?”

“But I love you.” Heidi stares into my eyes until she drops the only question I wasn’t ready to hear. “Is that enough, though?” Her eyes fall to my hand on her hip, and she notices my knuckles split, dried blood covering each one of them. She swallows hard and looks up at me again, her expression more serious this time. “How am I supposed to accept that this is what being part of the mafia means? Do you truly expect me to be okay with seeing you get hurt all the time, risking your life because of what…?”

"You really believe he’s changed for the better?" She nodded, a faint smile on her lips. "Yes. The Mafia King gave him a second chance. The King gave him a future without death being so close by.” I stare at her, taken aback. How could she have so much faith in Sirius? How could she speak so highly of the man I watched sentence someone to banishment and death just a couple of weeks ago? Mary laughs lightly, “You seem surprised I would speak so highly of the King. I thought you and the Mafia King had a close relationship, surely you know he is great.”