Youngest Mafia Boss Novels & Stories

“They hired a Russian mobster who played me horrible. I managed to turn the situation around and not get so hurt, but this one is capable of anything. It's a real animal. Jesus, Jesus, Jesus. “Do you understand why I really need someone to trust, Mina?” He asks me in his broken voice. “I feel like everyone wants to hurt me. I've done horrible things in my life, but this last time I've tried to fix it by getting all this shit out of me, trying to cut ties with these people, but they're the worst scum that can exist in the world.” “Black... That Russian mobster who played you is…” “Yes, Mina. He's Mikael Sydow's own son of a bitch.”

I bit my lips as I heaved a sigh, "The name on the file is Jaylen Noire Adryan, I am sure you are aware of that." "Yes, I am very well aware," Alexis put off her massage chair. How would anybody decide to just wake up and kill Jaylen, it's like signing a death contract and I didn't sign one. "And you want me to kill him? That man Is well protected, I am also sure you are well aware of that," I tried my best to be calm because I'm around Alexis. The person they wanted me to eliminate is one of the youngest, most successful and notorious mafia lords, Jaylen Noire Adryan. He is the king of the underground world and he is the kind of person someone like me would never want to cross paths with.

ANDRETTI 'what do you mean the shipment has been detained?' Andretti Agnello the most feared Mafia boss in Sicily roared, his baritone voice resounding as he faced one of his soldiers, soldiers were the lowest ranking members of the mafia, they take care of the dirtiest liitle jobs. Andreo was his most trusted soldier, he was raised among the Agnello children as their play mate. 'i just got the call now boss, apparently our man was not at the wharf and the custom officers there discovered the shipment ' Andreo answered with his head bowed, he dared not look into the boss's eyes.

He was wearing a high-end suit, he looked at me with piercing eyes, he didn’t smile, he didn’t show any emotion, he just motioned for me to sit down. “Devil,” he says recognizing me, I just smile at him, it’s not a toothy smile, it’s not the one I keep for work, some might even call it scary, “Pleasure meeting you Nikolai” I reply, I did my research of course, I know he’s the youngest mafia leader in the history of the Italian mafia, ruthless, but a man of his word. “Same back to you Devil, although I expected you to be a bit older,” he said looking at me, I just laughed it off, what did they expect me to be an old lady? I started my business at a young age, and I’ve had years of practice.

“Well, our intelligence isn't sure because the last time we counted there where only two” “So there could be more?” “Well from the looks of it” “He's pretty powerful and young too” “Tell me about it?” “I thought cartel Mafia bosses were supposed to be old” “Says who? Haven't you read the godfather?” We both laughed Carlos definitely had a way making me feel at eased. “Now more about him-” “Hold on, why are there two different pictures of him?” Carlos stands up and points at one of the pictures “This was him when the CIA was frying his ass. His dad had just died he was barely twenty something he was making mistakes and making everything messy-”

“You can’t afford to fall apart over a sprained ankle. You’ve got to learn how to push through it.” But the pain was almost unbearable. Karina tried to push herself up, but the sharp twist in her ankle made her gasp again. She bit her lip, trying not to show how weak she felt. Kim looked at her, her expression unchanging. “Don’t think for a second that this is a free ride. The Mafia world doesn’t care about your pain. If you fall, you stay down.” The sting of her words hit harder than the physical pain in her ankle. Karina clenched her jaw, refusing to give in. She was already too far gone to stop now.

“There was no record of what happened to them, but rumors have it they might have had heart attacks.” Zayne raised a brow at that information. “And that guy?” “His name is Jaxon Don, a Mafia lord, known and feared in all of the illegal and some legal land. He's thirty years of age and has been in the business since he was fifteen, becoming the youngest, yet smartest don in the history of that business.” Now his brows drew. The Jaxon guy didn't sound good, so why had Reene been with him earlier? “How are they related?”

He focused harder on the massage, his hands tracing over Lucian’s tense spine, trying to stay in character, the loyal guard, not the undercover cop seeking justice. Lucian’s voice dropped. “Stop.” Alex froze. Lucian stood, buttoning his cuffs again as if nothing had happened. “Get ready for tomorrow,” Lucian said, his tone back to steel. “We won’t be delivering this time. We’ll be receiving— through the black market.” Alex straightened immediately, his eyes sharp. A black market deal. Dangerous, high-stakes, the perfect chance to get closer to the center of Lucian’s operations. Lucian continued, “We’ve secured a spot for tomorrow night. No other mafia lord knows about it. Go rest, it’s going

“His leverage is the mafia boss’s son.” I nod. Grayson had informed me that after a couple of days of intensive research combing The Vault, tracing calls and a little footwork, that he and Aaron had solved the question concerning Carson’s leverage. “So, he’s got one of his lieutenants or something.” “No, this boss is about my age,” Grayson explains. “His kid, his only child, is only three years old.” My mouth drops open. “What?”

Just as the hammer was about to fall— "Put the gun down!" A commanding shout echoed. The basement doors burst open. Dozens of heavily armed mercenaries surrounded the room. An old man with white hair but eyes sharp as a hawk walked in, leaning on a cane. It was the Old Don of Cosa Nostra. My father. "Papa, you want to stop me?" I didn't turn around. The gun remained fixed on Sophia. "For two pieces of trash, you want to start a war with the entire Camorra?" The Old Don scoffed. "Drop the weapon. I have something more important to tell you."