The Mafia King Novels & Stories

"Or kill her and do us all a favor." "He can't. Alexa is a really big gang lord," Maddox said surprising me. "You're lying. Her," I asked pointing in Alexa's general direction. "Yeah. Alexa Eva Maria Valenzuela, head of The Kings," Felix said. I knew The Kings. They were a big gang and operated around most parts of the world. "So if Luca kills her..." "The mafia loses a lot of money and men fighting The Kings. They can be defeated but what's the point of taking the risk and having to build loyalties and the mafia up again?" Maddox completed it for me.

I felt that was why his enemies were able to terminate him easily. But I, being the present king of the mafia world, knew I couldn’t make the same mistake my father made. I promised to keep my people close and safe so that we could protect each other. What I could boast of was that since I became the mafia King, my hands weren’t soaked with the blood of the innocent nor was I responsible for the death of any innocent person. I hated it when the innocent were killed. I felt mafia business should be between mafia gangs and ordinary people should be left out of any conflict.

Again the voice asked and in that moment I realized it was my demon speaking. A dark reflection of my past and the figure that I used to be. "What do you want from me again?" I asked. "Don't pretend like you are surprise. The moment you choose to become a Mayor instead of reclaiming the table is when you allowed me into your life." "But I am changed now. I have lost alot and learned my lessons." "No!" He yelled. "You are not a politician. You are not a mere puppet. You are a King, a Mafia boss that controls the city."

The first rat didn’t even run. He lounged behind a seafood stall in Alfama, puffing a cheap cigarette, bragging into his burner phone about how the “King” wouldn’t dare show himself in public anymore. He didn’t notice my shadow until my boot shattered his knee sideways with a pop like cracking lobster shells. He shrieked, I silenced it by grabbing his jaw and slamming his skull against the wall. “Talk,” I hissed, my thumb pressed so deep into his throat he sputtered foam instead of words.

I asked back. I saw him gulp visibly. It was not apparent and flashy, but I saw it clear as day. If anyone else were in my place, they would not have noticed it, but I did. My husband was the son of a mafia leader. He was used to not showing his weakness, his expressions. Not showing his feelings on his face was an art that was embedded in his soul since he had stepped inside the business with his father.

In fact, I don't believe in fairytales, they are just imaginary illusions that blind us to the reality of life. This man in front of me, who's supposed to be the misunderstood prince is Malakai Lorenzo, mafia king of the biggest underworld organization known in New York, and my father just had to go ahead and gamble all his money to his organization, now my father owes a huge sum of money to this bastard.

Ronald rejected her request without hesitation. "Listen to me, I'm serious. Didn't I tell you earlier about Jayden cooperating with Mr. Zackary? The condition that Jayden gave Mr. Zackary was to transfer the shares that he held in the Imperial Group to him. I am worried that, in return, the condition that Mr. Zackary gave him might be detrimental to you. I heard that Mr. Zackary was previously a member of the mafia abroad and was extremely vicious. Be careful." Elizabeth said while looking at him with a face full of worry. "Are you worried about me right now?" Ronald looked at her. His black eyes seemed to be lit up by something, and in an instant, they became resplendent and enchanting.

I kept on repeating while moving stepping back. My fingers were trembling so badly but that was the least of my concerns. This was a nightmare. A sick, twisted joke. I knew what this meant… I had heard the stories. The Mafian King, A man that can put terror on anyone just from his mere presence. He was a ruthless man who ruled with an iron hand. And not just that, the terrible way he treats his numerouse concubines like a plaything is nothing to write home about. I remember a particular story of his fellow rival mafia who refused to obey him.

How can one man have this much enemies? That was when Xavier opened his eyes. Khalil held Jade back from reacting. With a groan, he tried to get up but realized he was tied up. “Fuck!" He growled. “Well, well, well.” The king roared with laughter. “Guess who I have at my feet.” Xavier finally looked up. “Mustafa,” He smiled. “Son of a bitch.” Xavier breathed. “The Mafia Lord himself,” Mustafa took delight in seeing him suffer in the ropes. “Get him up.” The king ordered.

What a lovely day it had turned into for everyone except for a particular mafia boss. The mafia boss let out a muted noise of discontentment. Didn't they have anything interesting to report? Traitors to be made examples of? No people playing in territory that didn't belong to them? Anything would've been better than the financial report his right-hand man continued to drone on about. David's head remained supported by a hand under his chin as he forced himself to continue listening.