My Omega Mafia Boss
Chapter 1
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The Dragon Blood Mafia's Hidden Base – Mourning Hall
The air is thick with sorrow. The usually imposing headquarters of the Dragon Blood Mafia is drenched in a heavy silence, save for the quiet sobs and murmurs of men grieving their fallen leaders. The massive hall, adorned with dark banners, flickers with dim candlelight, casting eerie shadows on the mourning faces of hundreds of loyal men.
Noah kneels before the two grand caskets, his fingers trembling as they grip the cold edge. His parents, the unshakable rulers of the underground, now lay lifeless before him. His vision is blurred by endless tears, his chest aching with a pain so raw it feels as if his heart has been ripped from his body.
Noah Salvatore (age 16) Mc
*Choking on his sobs* You promised… you both promised you wouldn’t leave me…
His fingers dig into the polished wood, his nails nearly breaking against the surface.
Noah Salvatore (age 16) Mc
*Voice cracking, whispering* I’ll kill them. I’ll make them suffer more than death.
A warm yet trembling hand rests on his shoulder. Sylvain, though broken beyond words, kneels beside his nephew, his usually sharp gaze now dimmed with grief. His arms wrap around Noah, holding him as tightly as he can, as if that could shield him from the pain.
Sylvain Salvatore (Mc's uncle)
*Whispering, voice hoarse* You’re not alone, Noah… we’re here. We’ll always be here.
Noah’s sobs shake his entire frame.
Noah Salvatore (age 16) Mc
*Through clenched teeth* I don’t want comfort… I want revenge.
Finch, standing beside them, clenches his fists. His own sorrow is evident, but his priority is Noah. He kneels, pressing a firm hand to Noah’s back.
Finch (Mc father figure )
*Low but firm* Then we’ll get it. Together.
Noah’s body trembles with unfiltered rage. His hands clench into fists, nails digging so deeply into his palms that blood drips onto the floor.
The silence in the hall is suddenly broken by raised voices at the far end of the room.
A group of men stands together, murmuring amongst themselves. Clement, one of the highest-ranking captains, steps forward. His expression is twisted with fake grief, but his eyes gleam with an opportunity.
Clement
*Loudly, addressing the room* Our boss is dead… our mistress is gone… and now what? Who will lead us?
Murmurs of agreement ripple through the crowd.
Clement
*Feigning concern* This is the Dragon Blood Mafia. The strongest empire in the underworld. Can we truly hand it over to a weak omega?
Noah’s body goes still. His red-rimmed eyes lift toward the commotion, his tears drying as his mind shifts from grief to something colder.
Finch’s sharp eyes narrow dangerously as he steps forward.
Finch (Mc father figure )
*Low, deadly tone* What exactly are you saying, Clement?
Clement
*Feigning politeness* I only mean that we are… worried about the future of this mafia. The boss had only one son… but an omega leading an empire? *He scoffs, shaking his head.*
Sylvain, standing at his full height, his aura radiating pure dominance, growls lowly.
Sylvain Salvatore (Mc's uncle)
*Voice sharp as a blade* Choose your next words carefully, Clement.
Briar
*Smirking, stepping beside Clement* He’s right, you know. Noah will only ruin this mafia. What do you expect? That we’ll all just bow to a delicate little omega?
Some of the weaker-willed men murmur in agreement. A few take hesitant steps toward Clement, drawn by his confidence and the illusion of strength he presents.
Noah exhales, his grief buried beneath layers of ice. He slowly stands, his movements eerily calm.
The room quiets as he steps forward.
Noah Salvatore (age 16) Mc
*Softly* You’re right.
Clement’s smirk widens slightly. He thinks he’s won. He thinks he’s successfully stripped Noah of his claim.
Noah continues, his voice smooth, controlled—dangerous.
Noah Salvatore (age 16) Mc
*Calmly* I am an omega. And I am young. Many of you think that makes me weak.
He glances at the men who stepped toward Clement.
Noah Salvatore (age 16) Mc
*With a knowing smirk* Those who agree with Clement’s words… feel free to walk toward him. You don’t need to follow me.
More men, some with greedy intentions, move toward Clement’s side.
Clement, hiding his delight, folds his arms across his chest.
Clement
*Mocking* See? This is how things work, little one. Strength is what leads the mafia, not emotions.
Noah hums, tilting his head slightly. Then— With a snap of his fingers, the entire hall erupts.
Hidden snipers, positioned in the shadows of the grand hall, fire in unison.
The traitors collapse instantly. Bullet holes between their eyes. Blood splatters the floor, soaking into the elegant carpets beneath them.
The room is silent. Not a single breath dares to break it.
Clement’s face drains of color.
Clement
*Whispering in horror* W-What… what just—
Noah tilts his head, his voice still unbearably calm.
Noah Salvatore (age 16) Mc
*Coldly* I’m just cleaning up the trash.
Clement stumbles back, his hands trembling. His mind spins. This was not the delicate omega he had assumed.
Clement
*Panicked* Noah—wait! I—I only meant—
A single shot. Clement screams as pain explodes in his hand. He falls to his knees, clutching his bleeding wound.
Noah lowers the gun, his gaze utterly emotionless.
Noah Salvatore (age 16) Mc
*Coldly* Take him to the base.❄❄
His men instantly obey, dragging Clement’s shaking body across the bloodied floor.
Noah steps forward, crouching down in front of him.
Noah Salvatore (age 16) Mc
*In a whisper* You said I was weak, didn’t you?
Clement’s lips tremble. He can’t speak.
Noah Salvatore (age 16) Mc
*Low and final* I’ll show you what true weakness looks like… when I break you.❄❄
Clement is dragged away, his screams echoing in the distance.
The remaining mafia members kneel.
Mafia Men: *In unison* Long live our Young Master.
Finch smirks approvingly.
Sylvain watches Noah carefully. His nephew has changed. There is no softness left in his eyes. Only vengeance. And the Dragon Blood Mafia now had a leader to fear.
He had no more tears left to shed. Only blood. And revenge.
The Devil had taken his throne.
And the world would soon feel his wrath.
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Salvatore, the heir of a wealthy dynasty, hides his true self behind a calm demeanor and an impenetrable mask. Lucifer, a mysterious transfer student, carries an air of danger and intrigue that draws everyone’s attention.
By day, they navigate the rivalries and whispers of high school. By night, they step into shadows where alliances are tested, and power struggles run deep. Both harbor secrets that could destroy them—or bind them together in ways they never expected.
As tensions rise and the past begins to catch up, Noah and Lucifer must tread carefully in a world where trust is a luxury and betrayal is the norm. When their worlds collide, will they find strength in each other—or will their secrets tear them apart
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Chapter 2
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The morning sunlight streamed through the tall windows, casting a golden hue over the grand dining hall. For the first time in three months, the atmosphere at the table wasn’t suffocatingly heavy.
Noah sat at the head of the table, idly twirling his spoon in his coffee. His usually sharp gaze was softer, and when he let out a small chuckle at something Finch said, both Finch and Sylvain exchanged surprised looks.
Sylvain Salvatore (Mc's uncle)
*Raising an eyebrow, teasingly* Did I just hear laughter?
Finch (Mc father figure )
*Smirking* I was about to ask the same.
Noah rolled his eyes but couldn’t suppress the small smile tugging at his lips.
Noah Salvatore (age 16) Mc
*Lightly* Don’t act so shocked. I do laugh.
Sylvain Salvatore (Mc's uncle)
*Mock-serious* Oh, really? Because for the past three months, I thought my baby had forgotten how.
Noah sighed, shaking his head.
Noah Salvatore (age 16) Mc
*Softly* I know I wasn’t myself, but… I’m trying.
Finch and Sylvain shared a knowing look. Seeing Noah like this—no longer consumed by grief, slowly finding pieces of himself again—was more than they could have asked for.
Just then, Carter, Noah’s personal assistant, stepped into the room and bowed slightly.
Carter (mafia advisor)
*Politely* Young Master, the car is ready.
Finch set down his fork, eyeing Noah suspiciously.
Finch (Mc father figure )
*Narrowing his eyes* And where exactly are you going?
Noah picked up his coffee, taking a slow sip before answering.
Noah Salvatore (age 16) Mc
*Casually* Underground fighting club.
A heavy silence fell over the table.
Then—
Finch (Mc father figure )
*Flatly* No.
Noah Salvatore (age 16) Mc
*Blinking innocently* What do you mean ‘no’?
Finch (Mc father figure )
*Firmly* I mean no. You’re not going. That place is dangerous.
Noah Salvatore (age 16) Mc
*Pouting slightly* But I already planned it.
Finch (Mc father figure )
*Shooting Sylvain a look* Do something.
Sylvain leaned back, watching Noah with amusement.
Sylvain Salvatore (Mc's uncle)
*Lightly* Finch is right. I don’t like the idea of you going there either.
Noah sighed dramatically before looking up at them with wide, pleading eyes.
Noah Salvatore (age 16) Mc
*Sweetly* Please?
Finch clenched his jaw, resisting.
Noah Salvatore (age 16) Mc
*Softly, promising* I’ll return early.
Sylvain pinched the bridge of his nose.
Sylvain Salvatore (Mc's uncle)
*Grumbling* That’s not the point, baby.
Noah Salvatore (age 16) Mc
*Tilting his head* Then what is?
Finch (Mc father figure )
*Sighing in defeat* Your safety is our priority.
Noah smiled, sensing their resolve wavering.
Noah Salvatore (age 16) Mc
*Reassuringly* I’ll take bodyguards. Lots of them.
Sylvain huffed, shaking his head.
Sylvain Salvatore (Mc's uncle)
*Reluctantly* Fine. But if you’re even a minute late—
Finch (Mc father figure )
*Shooting a glare* We’re dragging you back ourselves.
Noah Salvatore (age 16) Mc
*Playfully* Duly noted.
Underground Fight Club
The dimly lit underground club buzzed with energy. The scent of sweat, blood, and alcohol mixed in the air as men roared in excitement over an ongoing match.
Guard
*Sternly* No outsiders allowed.
Noah Salvatore (age 16) Mc
*Flatly* Do you know who I am?
The guards exchanged glances, unimpressed.
Guard
*Unmoved* Doesn’t matter. Rules are rules.
Noah exhaled slowly, irritation seeping into his expression.
Noah Salvatore (age 16) Mc
*Deadpan* I don’t have time for this.
Pulling out his phone, he dialed a number. The call was answered within seconds.
Noah Salvatore (age 16) Mc
*Calmly* Your security just stopped me at the door.
There was silence on the other end before a sharp intake of breath.
Mark ( fight club owner )
*Panicked* W-What?!
Before Noah could respond, the heavy doors to the club burst open. A middle-aged man in an expensive suit rushed out, beads of sweat already forming on his forehead.
Mark ( fight club owner )
*Barking at the guards* You idiots! Step aside! Now!
The guards stiffened before hastily moving out of the way.
The owner turned to Noah, bowing slightly.
Mark ( fight club owner )
*Apologetically* Forgive me, Young Master. They’re new.
Noah Salvatore (age 16) Mc
*Dryly* I noticed.
The owner turned to the guards, his face dark with anger.
Mark ( fight club owner )
*Coldly* Do you have any idea who you just insulted?
The guards gulped, suddenly nervous.
Guard
*Stammering* W-We didn’t know—
Mark ( fight club owner )
*Harshly* That’s because you’re stupid.
Turning back to Noah, he gave another apologetic bow.
Mark ( fight club owner )
*Respectfully* Please, allow me to personally show you the way.
Noah sighed but didn’t push further.
Noah Salvatore (age 16) Mc
*Casually* Lead the way.
As he walked past, the security guards hastily bowed in apology.
Noah didn’t spare them a glance. He had more important things to do.
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