The Mafia King Novels & Stories

I then open my laptop to check out the info Alex sent me. I open the email where Rhys and his son Zayden meadows information is there. I need to know whom I am dealing with in case things go worst. In the shadowy underworld of organised crime, one name reigns supreme: Rhys Meadows. The ruthless and cunning Mafia King has built an empire through blood, sweat, and tears, crushing all who dare oppose him. His reign of terror is legendary, and his power is unmatched.

His voice rolled out, deep and clear: “Silence. Everyone.” The room quieted at once. All eyes turned toward me. Bruno looked around at the faces gathered, his hand cutting the air once. “The true Mafia King has been restored....” his voice was filled with pride. “He has called this gathering as is our tradition, to show you, with your own eyes, that he has taken his rightful place.... and to give us hope for the future.” He turned toward me, voice rising like a drumbeat. “All hail.... Mafia King.... Dante De Luca!”

He started walking toward us with others trailing behind him. When they came near, my stomach dropped by his sight. Noooooo.....no...way....pls don't let him be him.....pls God..... But my little prayer was not heard by God as I could easily get the close view of him. ALPHA KING more like Royal king. I stood there like a statue watching him heading to our side. ......He has a connection with some mafia too. .........Never get caught my eyes. ............Mafiaaaa. Ohh God....save me.....i..i...What should I do......run...yes...run...

"I am sorry Miranda, please try to understand that I can't get away from him now. Salvatore not only owns the biggest casino in the city but he also has branches all over the globe. He is as wealthy as he is powerful, they even named him the Mafia King." I looked up at my father, it's just like saying that I couldn't say no and I have no choice. The old man said they would kill him if I didn't agree.

“It feels like there are eyes everywhere. I don’t like it. Can’t we move to a smaller house? Just the two of us?” The words tasted bitter in my mouth, but if I want to escape, I need to play this role well. He chuckled and held my hands. “Maya, I’m the king of the Mafia. I built my empire through blood and sweat. One silly mistake, and I’m gone. In my line of work, weakness can get you killed; that’s why I have to keep you hidden, for now.” Mafia? he said Mafia. Irish, think fast. “Arghhhh!” I cried, clutching my stomach.

*Heidi* I blink once, twice, my brain struggling to make sense of the words that just came out of Cal’s mouth. Irish Kings? What the fuck is that? Why do I recognize this name from somewhere? But where…? Then it occurs to me, like a meteor hitting me straight in the face. Irish Kings… That’s the name of the Irish mafia gang in New York. I have no idea why or where I remember it from, but I might have read about them at some point in the past, or heard about them on TV or in the news.

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.

I whispered to him. "You just scared me earlier, I don't want you to be around my work." he said quickly. I looked into his eyes, they were raw with emotion. I could tell that he really meant what he was saying. "I understand, and I'm sorry for what I said to you earlier." I told him breaking eye contact. If I am being truthful, I do feel really bad about what I said earlier. This is just what his life is, and I have no right to judge him. I too am from a mafia family, except my papa has always been really good at keep his "work" at work.

And this renowned Mafia King crawling back from me as if I’d cooties was the most hilarious thing in the world. “Are you on drugs?” He glared daggers at me. I let my face fall and scooted closer to him. He glared harder. He looked ready to murder my next three generations but I wanted to drill a little more, “Luca, is there someone else?” He scoffed, “There is,” Paused and narrowed eyes at me, “Several women.” So he’s a slayer of hearts. Good for me. “Can’t I be one of them?”

chris 's pov i am currently in a meeting with three other dons which constite the four dons .The four dons were created since the the beginning of the mafia and it contains the four most powerful mafias. The Italian mafia which is I, the American mafia stephano Gonzalez, The Russian mafia Nickolai volkov and the Irish mafia Leonard Peterson. "Chris what exactly is your plan at this point because we except you to get married soon tne stability of tje four dons" stephano said looking at me sipping his whiskey .