The Mafia King Novels & Stories

"The mafia king has one question." His face suddenly changed as his eyes regained clarity. "Why should he allow you to live? You like running your mouth, spreading little rumors. You like telling everyone what happened. Confidentiality is a foreign concept to your kind." "You wouldn't kill me," he said. "And what makes you think so?" I asked. "Because if you do, it will be clear that my rumors are true." "Of course it will," I said as I leaned towards him. "Which is why the mafia king doesn't want to kill you. He wants to destroy you.

Could this be a big deal, I wondered? "We are the Blacks. Have you heard of Mercury Black, the mafia king? I'm his granddaughter. He passed the title down to my dad when he was ready to step down. My father is the mafia king now. We are here to investigate who has been embezzling funds from the so-called king of lycans and how rogues are infiltrating the kingdom. I've been at college, so we've been trying to get there, but obstacles keep arising. It always happens to one of us. We're used to it." The woman revealed this family connection, and I realized I had heard rumors about this mafia group in the kingdom. They were notoriou

He’d gave up his status as the Mafia king when Metteo had turned twenty one as he was in no rush to leave education. He wanted to be a good business man first so he had the know how in the business world, he and Alora were both proud of his decision he’d calmed down a lot since his teenage days. He had finally got his head screwed on Gianni had taught him all there was to know about the Mafia world and what was expected of him when he finally took over the role of the Mafia king alongside his elder brother. He looked at Vallea, she seemed distracted. She’d changed since her disappearance to Italy could anyone else see it, but hi

The driver parked the car in the underground parking lot after dropping Catherine and Sarah at the doorstep. Something caught Catherine’s attention when she has just reached the door. She turned back to take a good look when she found a video playing on the big screen on the opposite building of mart. The video was of a very fine, handsome man giving an interview. She recognized the man in an instant. The man is the president of Vitale Group, Evan Vitale, her brother’s closest friend, and her childhood sweetheart. Their parents also shared the closest bond despite being from two Mafia clans, so the children also became the closest kin to each other.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “I’m talking about Diablo Romano, king of the Italian mafia. Who knows what his real name even is? He’s probably changed it so many times he’s forgotten. That’s the kind of man he is. He switches names, faces, wives, and lives. You think the Godfather was bad? This guy makes him look like a saint.” “You’re lying,” I say, but my voice sounds smaller than I want it to.

"I swear to god if you dont get your ass right here, I -" "FINE" I shouted taking a seat still quite further from him. Infuriating human. My stomach growled at the sight of the pizza and before he can say anything I took a piece for myself. Fortunately, he didn't say anything just took the remote going through N*****x. The guy doesn't even have a my list. I guess it is stupid to assume, the mafia king here watches N*****x he is bored. He probably does other things, but what? "What do you want to see?" He asks his eyes on me.

"Shhhh.... He warned me not to let you know about this, but my slippy tongue just slipped out and waited a second. What did you say?" He removed his hand and I frowned in confusion and waited for him to finish. The words echoed in the room long after they left Lorenzo’s lips. “The great mafia king confessed his love?” he asked dramatically, a faint scoff lacing his tone. “The heartless man I knew had a heart? The ruthless king, you mean?” For a brief second, something flickered inside me—something fragile and foolish. But it died just as quickly.

There was Don Salvador, who everyone boasted, had won the great mafia war with a single bullet; Lord Pedro who was said to have had the most wives; Bruno the Wild who no one dared to call so while he lived… the pictures went back as far as the all, and there were more. Mama had not brought them all. At the very end of the long hall, there he was: Papa, the golden Mafia king (or so he liked to call himself). He was the best. The greatest. He had not done much but that was not the point. He had fought for his family. He was a man. He was a true king. And soon, he would join him, right there on that wall. Ernesto inhaled. He would make sure of it.

I raised a brow at her and smirked. "We're the knight Ryder's darling. And you're stuck in a room full of dangerous people that are part of the most powerful, dangerous and ruthless Mafia that has America under control by their Mafia king who's in charge of everything that is happening all around you, and their Mafia king who won't take no for an answer from a clueless feisty women like you." Her eyes slowly widen as she glanced around the room with cautious. "Mafia king?" She asked out loud with confusion. "Yes darling. Mafia king." I repeated. She stared at me with wide shocked eyes and I smiled at her. "Me."

Fire. Blood. Death. Exactly how mafia wars were meant to be. Yet amidst the chaos, Luca wore the smile of a man convinced he had already won. He believed Lorenzo was still chained inside a forgotten cell. He believed the Valenti estate remained firmly under his control. He believed tonight would cement his reign as Mafia King. He had no idea that at that very moment... The real king was already armed. Already free. And already hunting. And that the Don he had come to attack was not in the estate.