Fated Deal With The Mafia King 2 Novels & Stories

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.

“Liam. I have a meeting with the governor of New York today and I want you to accompany me.” Liam’s eyebrows curled at that. “A meeting?” Declan nodded. “Yes. I promised you the crown of The New York Mafia and it's time to work for it. The Mexican Mafia is dead. The Italians,” he paused and for a moment to glance at Sila who clutched the dining table hard understanding what he was hinting at. “Are going to end soon. They are taking their last breaths, it's time to end their shredded kingdom to ashes before turning to the Russians. The Pakhan’s death will give you the much awaited crown.”

“You’ve done so much for the family over the years, you’ll be treated fairly. I’ll personally see to it. So think about it.” With that, the Mafia King straightened himself and scanned the vicinity. “Back to work,” he muttered calmly, and everyone shuffled along to resume their daily routines. Then, he turned to the men still holding onto the dead Big Nose and barked, “Are you waiting for your boss to clean up his own shit? Get to it!” “Yes, Don!” The men repeatedly nodded and sprang into action. The Mafia King turned towards the exit and strode off…. A palm landed on my shoulder and terror shot through my body. I spun around with a scream, and the last thing I saw was Margaret’s look of conc

Until I faintly heard the voice that makes my heart rate low down. “You missed some important part of the story, Pierre Jacques. Heir to the French Mafia throne, 36 years old, unmarried because you had the reputation of a rapist. Should I continue?” Marco bold voice echoes across the room. The silence that follows was deafening.

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.”

As the tense negotiation unfolded, Gordon confidently stated, "One million." However, the response from the mafia boss, Parish, was unexpected. With a smirk, he picked up the snake eye and unleashed what seemed like a solar ray, instantly disintegrating one of Gordon's men. The power and danger of the snake eye became apparent, and Gordon's smile turned mischievous as his men swiftly aimed their guns. “What the hell did you do that for?” Gordon yelled. “To show you why this is of a high price, I could tell you were already doubting it's potential” Parish replied unbothered by the man he had just killed.

He wasn’t getting out of here alive and it was a fact he had known the instant Leonardo’s men had hauled him into the sub from the busy suburbs of New York. How he had been found was beyond him, but he must have been a fool to even imagine that he could get away from the D’Angelo clan and that too from Draco himself. Leonardo Draconis D’Angelo was called the Mafia King for a reason. He was known to kill first and ask questions of the dead body.

I expressed my gratitude for him. “And thank you for accepting me with all my flaws. You still choose to live with a mafia king.” He said and wrapped me in his embrace. I felt happy to be claimed by the mafia king. [ The End ]

And he came to me . " so Kiyara...you know in mafia when a mob boss kill other mob boss , he got the other's gang as a victory gift , so when I will kill her I will get your gang but I want to play a little bit fair so I am giving you this last chance ...come and fight with me, whoever will win ...gets the both the gang , what say?...deal?"

His rage simmered just below the surface, threatening to shatter his carefully crafted composure. He never got stolen from. It was an abomination to those who knew him. It was an unforgivable transgression. And yet, it had happened. With his rage will come chaos. His perpetrators will pay, they always do. It was a promise, a known fact. He is Stefano De Rico. A Mafia kingpin whose name sent shivers down the spine of even the most hardened criminals. He is the master of the underworld. He tames even the wildest beasts that refuse to bend to his will.