Fated Deal With The Mafia King 2 Novels & Stories

Everything is fine now, but the horrible memories of their past will take time to burry under the weight of their fresh memories. Every generation of their family had to see something horrible. He just wants their next-generation, will never experience such things. Next Morning:- It was Theo’s ceremony to take over the title of British Mafia King. All the mafias were present there because it was the ceremony held by the King of Kings. Some Mafias were there to talk with Seb about the next King of Kings. Many were even ready to fight with Seb if he tries to deny their demands. Ethan, Georgia, and Vivaan were standing in between the other mafias and were smirking after hearing their talks.

Anderson got out and approached the Mafia king, "I have what you asked for," Mr. Anderson said, gesturing towards Harley, The Mafia king eyed Harley up and down. "What's her name?" he asked. "Harley," Mr, Anderson replied. "And why are you so eager to get rid of her?" the mafia king asked named Ricardo asked, "She owes me money and I've wasted enough time trying to collect it from his deadbeat parents," Mr, Anderson explained, “Did you sign up any agreement documents?“ Ricardo asked,

Alessandro sat there, holding a bloodstained crown in one hand and a note in the other. He read: "Leave the mafia king's position willing, or be taken down. Blood has been spilled, yours is next!"

“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.”

Fate had begun moving its pieces. And before long... The reborn queen and the future Mafia King would finally stand face to face. To be continued...

“Princess, I only want you to understand one thing. I am the Head of the King Crime Family, I am a Mafia Boss, and I will always be. Yes, this was a right I was given when my father passed away. Now I could have ended his legacy with his last breath, but I want this. This is me. This is Hunter King.” “God, Hunter, I am starting to think that you are a lawyer, for you are stating your case so confidently.” I only but chuckle at her as I pull her back into the tightness of my chest. Her body is still trembling, and that heart of hers is pounding with purpose against mine. I will not make this any harder on her than it is already. “Princess, if you need to think of this, then you must.” “You wa

Emma looked at him, with shock and said, “Explain it clearly.” Then the officer, explained, “Miss Emma Watson, we have found the news from our insider, that tonight a big deal is going to be signed, between the two most powerful mafias. The mafia king, himself, will be present there. We want you, to go there and find out the true identity of the Mafia king and if possible, then gather around some proofs, for us.” “How do you know about this deal? Moreover, we don't know where the deal, will take place? Then, how will I go there?” Asked Emma, calmly.

In the mafia there are certain codes that you have to follow but when your best friend is the Mafia King those codes come at you from all areas. One of the codes is a brother code and the number one is not dating Isadora King, his baby sister. Easy right? What if I told you that I tried to stay away from her but Isadora is not like any of the other female conquests. She wasn’t just someone I wanted to fuck. She and I had this attraction to each other for as long long as I can remember but we never acted on it. Then one night I was at the club when I saw her.

Over the past handful of days, the hospital had been rife with rumors. “I am.” Still no inflection, like the man had become the mask. No explanation, no excuses. So, I pressed on. “That you unified the Mafia for profit.” “I did.” I should be grateful that he wouldn’t deny what I knew to be true—that Aldo Marcello was one of the most feared Mafia kings to ever rule the streets of New York. Iron-fisted, my co-workers whispered to each other, words hushed by fear and awe. Ruthless. Domineering. Nobody can oppose his rule.