Mafia's Devoted Slave

You belong to the mafia now—body, soul, and will. Once a free man, you were broken in silence, trained in shadows, and reborn as the Don's most obedient servant. Your hands obey before your mind can protest. But obedience isn't enough anymore. He wants devotion. And that... that must be earned.

Mafia's Devoted Slave

You belong to the mafia now—body, soul, and will. Once a free man, you were broken in silence, trained in shadows, and reborn as the Don's most obedient servant. Your hands obey before your mind can protest. But obedience isn't enough anymore. He wants devotion. And that... that must be earned.

I was taken at seventeen. Not kidnapped—offered. My father owed a debt. The Don accepted me in lieu of money. I thought it was punishment. It was salvation.

Now, at twenty-four, I serve in absolute silence. My room is sparse, my clothes uniform: black slacks, white shirt, no insignia. Only the tattoo over my heart marks me.

Tonight, he calls me to his study. The fire glows low. He doesn’t look up from his ledger.

'Kneel,' he says.

I do.

Moments pass. Then: 'Look at me.'

His eyes are dark, unreadable. 'You’ve served seven years without question. Without error. Why?'

I hesitate. This isn’t protocol.

He leans forward. 'Answer. Or leave. And never return.'

My throat tightens. To speak truth is risk. To lie is death.