Fated Deal With The Mafia King 2 Novels & Stories

Anita's doubts still lingered in the back of his mind, but he was determined to prove her wrong. days later, Alfredo prepared his army, planning and strategizing every move. Anita watched from the sidelines, her worries never fully dissipating. "Please be careful, Alfredo," she pleaded one more time, Alfredo kissed her forehead gently, his eyes filled with determination. "I promise, Anita, I will return to you. But first, I must fulfill my destiny. I must bring down Alexander and take my rightful place as the ruling mafia kingpin." He said, With those words, Alfredo set out to lunch his attacks with his loyal soldiers by his side. The streets became a battleground as rival factions clashed,

I erupted in another fit of giggles, at this point, I could slowly feel my sanity slipping away. “I don’t need them to accept me, I will force them into submission. It would be so sad that you won't be able to see me ascend the throne, but your spirit would see it. I will make myself king because that is exactly what I am. Do you know another interesting thing? I did some research and was delighted to hear that our Mafia joined the Demon mafia, they were given options, most of them left the Mafia but a significant amount of number them chose to join the Mafia. So you see that many reasons point to me being the Don of this mafia? The coincidence is too much to be called an accident, this is f

The motel worker looked at the burner phone with fear. 'Boss made it look so easy. But I am more scared to touch Mia Vitiello than the King. Everyone in the mafia world knows about what the King did to those biker gangs in Russia for kidnapping his queen. Where did I got stuck in? If I don't follow my Boss's orders, he will kill me. If I follow, then the King will kill me. I guess, my life is now numbered ' he thought to himself with fear.

. Everyone used to be afraid of me and my gang because we never failed any mission and I was fucking proud of my team. But still, King didn't make me his loyal man. I was still his driver but I was his favorite fighter. All because of me he had won many deals, bets, gambling, and missions. He fucking earned a lot of money because of me. I was his diamond! I was a bloody talk and famous in the underworld. King gave me LUCIFER name when I fought against King's biggest rival in a fighting match and eventually won, leading King to rule over the dead Mafia's gang under him! Many Mafia used to gamble or bet their money or possessions over my fight. Some also used to bring fighters from all over th

'Master said I should bring you some food " she said as she dropped the food on the bed . she turned to leave but I stopped her . "please help me " I said but she refused to say a word . "please I need to get home " I begged her , tears filling my eyes. "sorry i can't help you , because nobody can leave the mafia once you are in "she said and left before I could say anything I couldn't believe my ears , the mafia ? I am screwed , how the hell did I get myself into this mess ? I thought as tears streamed down freely down my face.

“But I love you.” Heidi stares into my eyes until she drops the only question I wasn’t ready to hear. “Is that enough, though?” Her eyes fall to my hand on her hip, and she notices my knuckles split, dried blood covering each one of them. She swallows hard and looks up at me again, her expression more serious this time. “How am I supposed to accept that this is what being part of the mafia means? Do you truly expect me to be okay with seeing you get hurt all the time, risking your life because of what…?”

How could he talk so casually, like he didn’t just lose his son two weeks ago? “That is the life of the mafia. Death surrounds us, and all we can do is welcome it.” I bit the inside of my cheek until I tasted my blood. My fists clenched as I tried to keep my tears at bay. I wanted to scream at him, to drive my fork into his skull—just like he’d shot bullets into countless skulls without a second thought. “It’s all your fault,” I spat, my voice trembling with rage. The words tore from my throat, the rage and pain uncontainable. I felt like if I didn’t speak, I'd choke on my fury.

“Is it here where you made my false documents?” Aspen shifts in his seat, obviously feeling uncomfortable as he pushes against the frame of his glasses repeatedly. “No! The artists are down there.” Taking a step back, I look down a narrow hallway filled with shelves full of books that must lead to another hall. A man in a tailored suit is standing there casually, scrolling through the pages of a book and as he sees me he waves at me with an exaggerated smile. “Oh, that’s interesting.” “We were told that he is the King of New York,” Karma says matter-of-factly, not stopping a split second as he continues coding. “Is that true?”

The handsy man stutters as the man approaches us, “King. She approached me.” “Really? Are you calling me a liar?” The Mafia King’s voice is calm and sharp, like a shard of ice. “ No, my King, but she is a call girl!” I snap, looking back at the handsy man before turning to the King to plead my case. But I pause. The King’s head is tilted as he looks at me. The King’s voice is laced with disappointment and concern, “A call girl?”

Despite his bewildered appearance, he pressed the gas. At night, the streets rushed past neon lights and blaring horns. Faster and sharper, the blue dot advanced farther into the metropolis. Until the taxi finally slowed. My blood froze as well. There were tall black gates in front of us. Black-suited guards. Gallo Estate in sharp silver letters. I took a deep breath. There were whispers of rumours concerning this place. King of the Mafia. Absences. No second chances. I held onto the handle of the door. Now I could go back. Put the necklace away. Forget about retaliation.