The Mafia King Novels & Stories

"We are trying to get more information about these men. We know that the man is the mafia king and we know that he had a partnership with that man there, Jared and the man almost ended up in prison if not for the help of the same mafia king who put him in that position." "We also know that as a thank you the mafia king requested that the young man should actually buy that lady who was a sex slave from him. But what we don't know if why the man would want to sell the woman? The mafia king doesn't like anyone else being in possession of his property, even if it means giving it to another person to k

Tomorrow’s another big day for me because tomorrow I’m going to smuggle out the biggest shipment of drugs in American history. You might be wondering by now, who am I and what is my business. Well… My name is Vincent Louis Burke and I’m the mafia king of America. My grandfather was the first mafia leader to rule over the world, then my father and now me. It’s kind of our family business now.

“Do you always take your time when your father’s life is on the line?” Amara’s mouth opened, but no words came. He walked toward her slowly, predatory. The room seemed to shrink with each step. “I—I'm here,” she whispered. “You said... if I came, you’d let him go.” He tilted his head, studying her. “I said I’d consider it.” Her eyes flashed. “You’re a liar.” A low chuckle escaped him, dark and amused. “I’m a mafia king, tesoro. Not a priest.”

Tommaso Zahur laughed and stuck his hands in his pockets. “That is very possible, Mr. Conti. I have a great many things. But why would you wanting one of them convince me not to kill you?” I swallowed. This close, I could see the hard glint in his eye. Zahur Farhat didn’t waste words. When he said he would kill me, he meant it. “I’m the right hand of the mafia king of Philadelphia.” I put my hand in my pocket to grab the Polaroid. “He and I are willing to do a lot to get her back.”

But I gave her a better ending than the fate she would have gotten if she had married that man. Dimitri Volkov, a man known to be the devil himself. I only had six months to do this. Infiltrate the empire of Dimitri Volkov, the Russian mafia king. My handlers had asked me to seduce, gain his trust, and then kill him. The killing part was going to be easy, but finding the information I wanted? That is what the six months were for. But I have never failed a mission, and this was going to end like the others, his blood staining my blades.

“You are blind and worthless. The only good thing that has happened to you, is your connection to my family. What use do you think you have for Raffaele? He'll toss you aside in three days!” Raffaele. That was his name. “And you know what?” His jaw clenched as he leaned in. “Im putting an end to your mother's treatment. Let's see how long she can survive without my help.” No. The room spun, and a dull ache spread at the back of my head. Red clouded my vision, and before it could fade away, I slapped him across the cheeks. Hard. The sound pierced through the room, while Enzo stood stunned. He stood rooted in his spot for a couple of seconds, until his shock made way for something darker.

“Oh, I like her. She’s got spirit. Let’s see how long that lasts.” As she drifted away, others approached, wives of mafia bosses, mistresses, allies, all testing me with veiled barbs and probing questions. I kept my answers short, my smile fixed, but inside, my nerves frayed with each encounter. Milo stayed close, his presence a shield and a chain all at once.

There was something oddly familiar about him, like I'd met him before, but I couldn't place where or when. "What is a mafia don's greatest weakness?" Because my vision had shifted to Vincenzo, I noticed his body go rigid the moment he heard the question. When I looked into his eyes, I saw it. It was easy to miss, but I'd seen it. Subtle, yet unmistakable. Pain. A feeling I knew all too well. His gray eyes immediately darkened on me. "It's easy," he replied to the question without bothering to concede to the man who'd asked the question. "Money."

She smiled, nodding slightly. They were walking on the lawn, "So tell me." She asked. "Have you heard about the Mafia Alpha King?'' He asked. "Yes, Xander Hill. I've heard about him from Sir. He's the most popular billionaire and powerful Mafia in the entire world." She said, astonished. She hadn't seen him. But she wanted to.

his partner, Lina nodded at him, smiling professionally. “You’re younger than we expected the king to be.” Damon said smoothly, changing the topic, his eyes still watching Killian closely after the deadly glare he threw at his partner. Killian turned his cold gaze to the man while Damon continued “Seems like the news travels fast.” he chuckled “We were all shocked. The mafia king turning out to be the top business tycoon? Impressive. Business is just another battlefield. And yes, the king owns it all. We’re hoping for a future collaboration.”