Fated Deal With The Mafia King 2 Novels & Stories

The headlines painted me as a caricature: the mafia king who killed his wife for his mistress… only for that mistress to abandon him in the end. Eyes followed me everywhere. Not with fear. With amusement. As if I was no longer a king but a punchline. Business partners pulled their funds from my casino, one after another. Deals I’d spent years building collapsed overnight. No one wanted to tie themselves to a man mocked in the press, a man whispered about in shadows. I was losing everything.

A security camera swiveled toward me, but I stared right into it, daring them to keep me waiting. After a moment, the gate buzzed open, and I strode up the path to the front door. My presence alone was enough to make people tremble, and I knew it. I was Dante Moretti, the mafia king who made men beg for mercy. Today, I wasn’t here to offer any.

he said. Not a warning. A fact. Her voice dropped. "I didn’t choose this." His eyes held hers. "No." A pause. "I did." The words settled into her bones. Possession. Claim. Truth. He had pulled her into his world. And he had no intention of letting her leave. A sharp knock broke the moment. Three knocks. Precise. Controlled. Arun’s hand dropped instantly. The softness vanished. The Mafia King returned. "Come in," he said coldly.

Nico was the eldest of the DeLuca brothers, followed by Adrian, who passed away, Enzo, the enforcer, and Nero, the New York King. She didn’t like me after she overheard a conversation she heard me have over the phone about getting rid of a woman. It didn’t help that when she questioned me about it, I couldn’t explain what I had been talking about. It didn’t help that the conversation she overheard me having was right after Nero was threatened by a vigilante group called the Sovereign Justice, who went after bad, rich, and powerful men, with a video of him killing a sixteen-year-old girl when he was also sixteen.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “I’m talking about Diablo Romano, king of the Italian mafia. Who knows what his real name even is? He’s probably changed it so many times he’s forgotten. That’s the kind of man he is. He switches names, faces, wives, and lives. You think the Godfather was bad? This guy makes him look like a saint.” “You’re lying,” I say, but my voice sounds smaller than I want it to.

It was the darkest night of the year. He was not sure what was going to happen today but one thing was for sure someone was going to die. He just found out from his little brother how one of his biggest shipments of guns was stolen by someone. He is going there only to punish the culprit. He will kill them mercilessly. Because that is what he is good at. Killing... he is mafia king. Ruler of this hell... he is ... LUCIFER....!

The driver parked the car in the underground parking lot after dropping Catherine and Sarah at the doorstep. Something caught Catherine’s attention when she has just reached the door. She turned back to take a good look when she found a video playing on the big screen on the opposite building of mart. The video was of a very fine, handsome man giving an interview. She recognized the man in an instant. The man is the president of Vitale Group, Evan Vitale, her brother’s closest friend, and her childhood sweetheart. Their parents also shared the closest bond despite being from two Mafia clans, so the children also became the closest kin to each other.

My tears streamed faster as I realized I was in the same car with killers, I visibly gulped my tears running like an open tap, I kept clutching the frame hard while staring at my house get smaller and smaller till we were out of my street into another. "Grip it harder and it will break" the Mafia King finally spoke up, I don't glance at him or acknowledge the fact he had spoken to me I just kept staring out the window, my face filled with dried salty tears. "I have a few rules I would like for you to know before we get to Italy"...

, "Because they didn't work. I didn't find true love, did I?” I shook my head, “What's the point then? I can use the same scheme as you as well,”, He shook his head, “That's why I'm not using the same legacy, mine is polished. You're to get married to get that position and if you don't within five months, you'll never stand a chance.”. I scoffed. "Then who'll be the mafia king when you die?”, "You can as well kill me if you wish me dead,".

It took every ounce of my skill not to gasp. Three kings. I had three kings, along with a four and a queen. Three kings. I nearly wept with relief. It was as if fate had decided I was gambling for the right reasons and deserved to win. Maybe the universe was on my side and wanted me to save my sister. Unless it was more than fate. I looked up through my lashes toward the young dealer. Could he be helping me? Micheal was about my age, and he’d come twice to our apartment for dinner.