The Mafia King Novels & Stories

I asked him. The sabastian’s were another mafia gang not mine but I’m the king of all. The sabastian’s were also a powerful gang but they could not get to me. They tried all means but still nothing. They used Vanessa’s father but we were quick to know the schemes. Sabastian was a young man who was filled with envy and he was very cunning and manipulative but I was smarter and always a step ahead from all of his place making him lose all the time.

he ask while we walk out of his house. I look at him like he's stupid "I'm not apart of the mafia I am the mafia," I say. He raises an eyebrow at me. "okay, maybe I'm not the mafia but I am a mafia queen I was born into the mafia so I'm mafia by blood," I tell him. he nods his head in understanding. "but seriously I am the mafia technically because Luca is the King of all mafia and he is the mafia so technically I am the mafia," I say trying to convince Blake but it didn't seem to work cause all he did was bust out and laugh. I pout a little and go over to Luca and I's car. "

He took a step front and she took one back. She saw the men staring at her as if she'd grown another head. His name was Mikhail Mazza, he didn't hit women doesn't mean he didn't order for their death. With everything he had done to her, she could label him a murderer and much more, after all, he was the Country's Kingpin. She didn't know much about the Mafias but hell she had seen things with her eyes. She knew how the local Mafia operated. The deaths, the fear, the dread, the ins and out.

*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.

“Tell Mr. Black I just need more time—” “You’re out of time,” the man interrupted sharply. “Mr. Black demanded I bring either the money or something equivalent.” My blood turned cold at the name Mr. Black. Of course, I knew that name. Everyone knew that name. Damien Black, The Mafia King. Stories of his cruelty and power were whispered across the city like ghost tales. “H-How much does he owe?” I stammered. It shouldn't be so much that I can't pay, I thought.

As Alexander entered the hall, everyone stood up and bowed their heads as the mafia king walked in with his generals. As soon as he took a seat, the door opened, and a guard walked in. "Mafia King, your loyal man, Mr. Mike, is here." "Send him in." A young male entered the room and received curious glances from everyone in the room. The Mafia King spoke up. "I planned to attack Chands. It's time to make them bow their heads to Branson's. If they compromise willingly, then it's ok, but if they try to revolt, I will kill the whole family or I will take their most precious things away so they will be defeated."

Just tell me," She insisted, avoiding my question. "Fine." I agreed. If she wanted to bear the burden of my identity, I owed her no favors. "You already know my name. I am a mafia king, and I deal with loads of drugs, money and dangerous people. I also have a long death list..." I smirked, relishing the scared expression that grazed her beautiful features. She was indeed beautiful. Her fair skin, dark hair, those piercing emerald eyes and full pink lips— "What?... You're not just a mafia guy...but a mafia king??"

Cooperating with Bratva, the Russian mafia organization that is the enemy of the Famiglia is tantamount to a death sentence in their legal system. It also made Fabiana afraid and rejected Jaxon’s accusations. Because that means she will also be put to death like her brother, Sergio Falcone. “We just need to prove it, and then he will receive punishment,” said Jaxon as he walked over to the sofa. He looked at Fabiana with a look of pity.

Hello dear, Mafia King, Hope you liked this gift. Hope this gift reminds you, your beautiful past. Did you like the present? Do not worry I will send this gift again and again until I found your heart to kill it. You want to protect your men right? But alas! You have failed to do it. Just look at the box it is the proof that you failed on your people. A man like you can never be a perfect mafia king. Do you know why? Because you are broken. I know your men searching for my men like dogs but you will not get any benefit from it. Because those men do not know about me. They don't even know what was inside the box. They do this type of odd job for money. I do not care if you killed them.

Over the past handful of days, the hospital had been rife with rumors. “I am.” Still no inflection, like the man had become the mask. No explanation, no excuses. So, I pressed on. “That you unified the Mafia for profit.” “I did.” I should be grateful that he wouldn’t deny what I knew to be true—that Aldo Marcello was one of the most feared Mafia kings to ever rule the streets of New York. Iron-fisted, my co-workers whispered to each other, words hushed by fear and awe. Ruthless. Domineering. Nobody can oppose his rule.