Fated Deal With The Mafia King 2 Novels & Stories

How can one man have this much enemies? That was when Xavier opened his eyes. Khalil held Jade back from reacting. With a groan, he tried to get up but realized he was tied up. “Fuck!" He growled. “Well, well, well.” The king roared with laughter. “Guess who I have at my feet.” Xavier finally looked up. “Mustafa,” He smiled. “Son of a bitch.” Xavier breathed. “The Mafia Lord himself,” Mustafa took delight in seeing him suffer in the ropes. “Get him up.” The king ordered.

It was too quiet for my liking. Sol would definitely prefer it this way. That’s why my babbo wanted him to lead the family. Babbo was named the Mafia King. Sol took over when he died and now… there’s me. A woman who is leading one of the world’s biggest mafia. After making people know that the king was actually a queen, I thought for sure someone would dare come after me. Perhaps I have instilled fear too much after wiping out those scums. “What’s with that sigh, Cara?”

He sat crossed legged opposite of me. "Then we are at war I guess,"I said rather warned him,"Other mafia clans will support us.After all I gave them grant to trade with us in De Niro's territory to make new alliance.You'll stand alone in the battlefield." "I don't care Stefano,"His eyes turned dark,"I didn't care when you slaughtered my dick of sons.I regret fathering them.All I care for money and power and of coarse fucking your trophy Momma.She has amazing skills for a good fuck."He rose from his seat to fetch him another drink.

It was too quiet for my liking. Sol would definitely prefer it this way. That’s why my babbo wanted him to lead the family. Babbo was named the Mafia King. Sol took over when he died and now… there’s me. A woman who is leading one of the world’s biggest mafia. After making people know that the king was actually a queen, I thought for sure someone would dare come after me. Perhaps I have instilled fear too much after wiping out those scums. “What’s with that sigh, Cara?”

This isn't how I had planned for the meeting to go but somehow I need to come up with a very quick solution or end up with nothing. *** After the storm had calmed down that night, I head towards my underground chamber where a big table laid in the center of the room. Everyone was present. The Mafia Lords who control everything about the city in silence. Dante Ferraro was seating next to the sit meant for the head of the table. Luca Moretti the second Mafia boss leaned back with a ciger in his mouth, while Julian Cortez played drums with his fingers on the table. I took my seat last and they all turned to my direction.

“Make love to me like the mafia boss you are. Go harder on me, daddy. I’m your mafia queen now, but tonight, I want you to pamper me with your whole body.” Vincenzo couldn’t believe the words coming out of his sweet wife’s mouth. With those words, he cupped her breasts in his mouth, biting them softly. She moaned breathlessly as their bodies intertwined, lost in passion. ***** Jarvis was dead. He didn’t survive that night. As for Frank, he was left disabled, his empire crumbling after being betrayed by one of his own. Seraphina and Vincenzo continued running the De Luca business, both legal and illegal.

“You are blind and worthless. The only good thing that has happened to you, is your connection to my family. What use do you think you have for Raffaele? He'll toss you aside in three days!” Raffaele. That was his name. “And you know what?” His jaw clenched as he leaned in. “Im putting an end to your mother's treatment. Let's see how long she can survive without my help.” No. The room spun, and a dull ache spread at the back of my head. Red clouded my vision, and before it could fade away, I slapped him across the cheeks. Hard. The sound pierced through the room, while Enzo stood stunned. He stood rooted in his spot for a couple of seconds, until his shock made way for something darker.

I replied lazily, enjoying the way her jaw clenched as she fought to keep her composure in case the detective was still watching. God, she was terrible at this. Terrible—and absolutely fascinating. But I guess she couldn't take it anymore. She leaned forward, her fake smile frozen in place, but her whisper was sharp as a blade. “You know, every gentleman,” she hissed through her teeth, “always lets the woman go first.” I tilted my head, lips curving. “Good thing I’m not a gentleman then.” Her eyes widened a fraction. “What?” I leaned closer, my voice low enough to make her shoulders stiffen. “I’m Mafia, piccola. We don’t play by those rules.”

Lia's hands wouldn't stop shaking on the steering wheel. She'd just slept with a mafia boss. A fucking mafia boss. Not some professional escort who'd disappear from her life after one night. Not some safe, anonymous transaction. No. She'd walked into the wrong room and ended up in bed with Caspian Nero. A man who ran the criminal underworld of Silvercrest. What the hell had she done? The early morning streets were empty as she drove home. Saturday dawn, the city still sleeping off Friday night. Lia felt like she was moving through a dream. Or a nightmare. She couldn't tell which. Her body ached in places that reminded her exactly what had happened.

He paused for a while, and continued, "You are my nightingale and will be mine forever. I only loved you, I love you and I will love you for the entire life. And for the next upcoming births, I want you as my life." Tears dropped down. He kissed my eyes whirling me. It was stopping the tears. "I only hated you in the past," I whispered in an apologetic tone. "But now you love me," He snuggled around my neck. "Yes, but I never expected you so soft as you are treating me. After all, you are the king of the mafia world," I uttered with a little courage. Calling him cruel means awakening his sword. "Does mafia king have not to heart, feelings?" He asked making me shut.