Fated Deal With The Mafia King 2 Mga Nobela at Kwento

, he motioned her to the seat opposite him and she shoved back the seat and sat. Then she folded her arms and relaxed into the seat. Lord Lucario sighed and splayed his left hand on his face, with his elbows on the desk. Jasira watched him, old age was gradually setting in but he has refused to admit it. She could sense it, the man was getting old. "There is a new mission, Queen Mafia," he said removing his hand from his face, his elbows still rested on the table. She smiled. "What else would you be calling me for?" She rhetorically asked and unfolded her arms, he snorted.

King then pointed the gun right in front of his forehead and said " You said you will kill me as soon as you see me, then try it, let's see who kills who ? " Arnav's eyes opened up widely in shock, Maddy had told him that Anna was dating someone in Russia, so she didn't want to go back too early, and he wasn't interested in her love life as he was himself in so much trouble with Maddy and thought that this man was her bf, but he couldn't expect even in his dream that she might date the underworld Mafia King. He swallowed his saliva and looked at Anna and said in a mumbling tone

We kiss, yet again, and when we pull away from each other, I smile. Finally. The mafia king is finally mine.

He stood and pulled her into his arms, spinning her around in the blood-stained study while sirens wailed in the distance. "What happens now?" she asked when he set her down. "Now we show this city what a real royal family looks like." "And the Kozlovs?" "The Kozlovs learn what happens when someone threatens the Shadowking's queen." His smile was sharp as a blade, beautiful as a sunrise. "War it is, then," she said. "War it is."

SOPHIA'S POV The rest of the day passed in a blur, though I couldn’t recall anything I had actually done. I spent hours pacing my room, staring out at the sprawling Moretti estate, and running through every possible outcome of Luca’s proposition. Marry him. The words echoed in my head like a bell I couldn’t unring. When I accepted this job, I knew I was stepping into a world that was nothing like my own. But I had never imagined this—a contract marriage to a man who ruled his world with an iron fist. A man whose very name inspired fear.

"Please. It was nothing.You and Rocco should know, men like my father don't lose easily." I let the silence hang for a beat more than was polite, enjoying the air. "Oh, but he will eventually," I finally said. "What happened yesterday will not be forgotten.” Victor's tone became gentle for effect. “I promise you. We will never forget how we nearly took out the delusional mafia Queen.” He mocked. I was furious but I tried to remain calm despite it all. “Well, at least I’m not tagged as the lying snake.” “It’s a name I pride in dear cousin. You’ll go down just like your father did.”

Adrian The room was a cage disguised as luxury. Silk sheets that mocked my freedom. Crystal lamps that lit up my despair like spotlights on a prisoner. I paced like a trapped animal, chest heaving, fists clenched until my nails bit into my palms, drawing tiny crescents of pain that grounded me. How did it come to this? One stupid night in a club, one moment of weakness, and now I was the “wife” - no, the WIFE- of Adrian Valente, the mafia king who thought he could own me like a pretty trinket on his shelf.

He broke all his habits, spending less time in the interrogation rooms and underground casinos, moving most of his business to the estate. A single look from Claire was all it took for him to grant her every wish. He announced her as his "fiancée" to the entire Chicago underworld. He even openly paved the way for Claire and her South Side family. The cold-blooded king who once had a traitor skinned alive was, for the first time, bowing to a woman. It wasn't until two months later. A summit with the Five Families of New York was scheduled in Las Vegas. That's when Vincent suddenly remembered Isabella.

I can't believe my brothers murderer is this close and I can't do anything, my heart stung as I continued wiping the table. “Five million by Friday,” the Italian murmured his voice cracking “Cash” A pause then his deep, low and dangerous voice came“You think money fixes betrayal?” the Italian flinched, his grip tightening on the glass of vodka he was holding “It's not betrayal pakhan It’s… a misunderstanding.” “You gave my shipment route to orlov men.” Mikhail’s words were barely heard but were sharp and radiating danger “That is not a misunderstanding that is suicide.”

But I gave her a better ending than the fate she would have gotten if she had married that man. Dimitri Volkov, a man known to be the devil himself. I only had six months to do this. Infiltrate the empire of Dimitri Volkov, the Russian mafia king. My handlers had asked me to seduce, gain his trust, and then kill him. The killing part was going to be easy, but finding the information I wanted? That is what the six months were for. But I have never failed a mission, and this was going to end like the others, his blood staining my blades.