Surrogate For The Mafia Lord Novels & Stories

“What?” Lord? Sounds like fantasy to me. She turned to face me. Her expression is calm but serious. This girl is scaring the hell out of me. “Lord Roberto is the most powerful and influential Mafia leader in the Underground Society. Cole is his son.” I blinked at her, trying to process what she’s saying.

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."

After a ten-minute drive, we arrived at the exclusive club where Alex had thrown his bachelor party. Alex and Logan were my partners in the mafia. Together, we ruled the underworld, an unstoppable force that no one dared challenge. Our legitimate businesses served as the perfect front, keeping our darker dealings hidden from the prying eyes of the law and the public.

"I can't give you my step-son without assurance. I still hold the position of five mafia lord in this city, and we can't execute a mafia lord without a sin..." F*ck that rules! I laughed out of annoyance, "Clever, Hector. Very clever," I looked around to confront him, "Be glad because Nicholas didn't even pull the trigger. Since you mentioned that stupid rules, can I remind you the position I'm holding?" "I hold the number one rank, and you're under me as far as I remember." "Still you can't execute me." "Yeah. I know that, but doesn't mean I can get rid of the evidence."

Marcus stood in a dimly lit warehouse, his sharp suit contrasting with the grimy surroundings. Across from him, men from another mafia group waited impatiently. The deal was supposed to secure a shipment of weapons, a critical asset for maintaining Marcus’s influence. Emma stood behind him, clutching her notepad, observing everything nervously.

Max was my head assistant for a reason; he wasn’t afraid to talk real thoughts to me—which was a rare trait in my line of work, and I respected him for it. He met my eyes directly, not wavering in his intensity for a second. “Sir, surrogacy is a complicated ordeal for everyone involved.” He said slowly, choosing his words cleverly. If you have some kind of affection or interests for her, I don't recommend…” I let out a short mocking laugh at the thought that my decision had anything to do with affection. Only in the world of mafia would people so naturally assume that choosing Harper as my surrogate meant any kind of affection or interestz

She sank back into her chair with a defeated look on her face. “ Hmm, what about the Mafia man who owns that Lickety Splitz club where you work on Tuesdays?” Sasha asked now attentive Petra. “Maybe you could meet him to lend you the money, I'm sure he would. Twenty thousand dollars isn't that much of a big deal to rich people like that.” “You are the best, Sasha! I knew I could always count on you when I need advice” Petra was squealing with excitement. Sasha was her best friend. They grew up together and had been friends for as long as she could remember, and her advice had never been wrong.

I bit my lips as I heaved a sigh, "The name on the file is Jaylen Noire Adryan, I am sure you are aware of that." "Yes, I am very well aware," Alexis put off her massage chair. How would anybody decide to just wake up and kill Jaylen, it's like signing a death contract and I didn't sign one. "And you want me to kill him? That man Is well protected, I am also sure you are well aware of that," I tried my best to be calm because I'm around Alexis. The person they wanted me to eliminate is one of the youngest, most successful and notorious mafia lords, Jaylen Noire Adryan. He is the king of the underground world and he is the kind of person someone like me would never want to cross paths with.

“This wasn’t part of it…” He crouched beside her, his face inches from hers, his lips curled into a wicked smirk. “Oh, it was exactly part of it. You just didn’t read it…..poor little naive Seraphina,” he said mockingly. “This was my game from the beginning; my setup….my rules.” He stood tall and proud. “I’m Vincenzo De Luca, the Mafia Lord of Manhattan; I don’t lose, I don’t beg. Let me bust your bubble…. I take whatever I want…. And in my games I always win.”

‎“He is not the man you think he is.” ‎My heart begins to pound violently. ‎“What do you mean?” I press, my voice shaking now. ‎“He is a Mafia lord,” the man says plainly. “And he owns an empire....the Arc Empire. They are the most feared Mafia organization in the underworld. Their influence runs deep, and they have existed for generations.” ‎The words hit me like a physical blow. ‎My breath catches. ‎“Victor… a Mafia lord?” I whisper, my mind reeling.