Kidnapped By The Mafia King Novels & Stories

“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.”

He wasn’t getting out of here alive and it was a fact he had known the instant Leonardo’s men had hauled him into the sub from the busy suburbs of New York. How he had been found was beyond him, but he must have been a fool to even imagine that he could get away from the D’Angelo clan and that too from Draco himself. Leonardo Draconis D’Angelo was called the Mafia King for a reason. He was known to kill first and ask questions of the dead body.

The pain had hardly subsided but it was better than risking pissing the cruel mafia boss off any further. "There's no reason for us to stay any longer. I imagine you already have called for the sweepers to come in. I did leave one rat alive. Make sure they understand it's meant to be that way and leave it alone." A tiny corner of Miguel's heart went out to the poor soul as he stole a glance at the warehouse. No way anyone would step out from there any less than fucked up for life. No one ever did where the mafia boss was involved. "Understood Don."

They were the six men who were guarding the abandoned factory where my father was. " Yes muchacho, it's the infidels that betrayed your trust", the Kingpin said, " now shoot them and become one of us. Make room for yourself at the Purple Mafia! Come on, go ahead", the Kingpin said as he went back to sit on his chair. " Wait a minute! I'm the one who's gonna shoot 'em?", I asked, " but I've never shot a single person in my life", I said.

I felt anguish affect my eyesight in the form of tears as I looked around the room again as flashbacks plummeted in my mind. I recalled being alone in my room after my selfish mother walked out refusing to help me escape. She was more excited for the new life she would begin after my birthday than the life I would have to endure to keep up with. Not even three minutes after she had left, a man came into my room and pushed a cloth to my mouth. A tear trickled out of my left eye as I stared at the metal band around my wrist. Someone kidnapped me. Before I could contemplate anything further the door swung ajar and the man I had not anticipated seeing came striding in smugly. The Mafia King. It

Amelia would sit beside her father on the barstool, her small hands helping him with simple tasks, and her mother would join in the laughter, her eyes shining with affection. Life was idyllic until a dark cloud loomed over their happiness. Thomas, faced with dire financial circumstances, sought assistance from a local mafia figure in their neighborhood. In an unfortunate turn of events, he was unable to repay the borrowed money on time and fell into the clutches of the ruthless mafia. Amelia's world shattered when her father was kidnapped, and their lives were forever altered. The anguish that enveloped their home was suffocating, the absence of her father's laughter a painful void. The fami

He shook his head no. “They did leave me a message for you three. That the King would be back.” “The king. Who is the king?” I ask him. “I don't know boss. I don't know. All I wanted was to keep them safe.” He looks at me with plea in his eyes. He's a orod man, born and raised in the Mafia, he wouldn't beg. “Very well. This would be quick.” Emilio's moves fast, grabbing him by his hair and raising his head up. “I'll get your daughter back.” He slices his throat open.

The silk sheets mended on my body, like a warm marshmallow, my breath felt better, I twirled in my sleep when I tried to move my hand I could not, that’s when my eyes snapped open, and I came into realization of what could be happening. The nightmare, it’s not a nightmare, it’s my new reality, one that I may never be able to escape from I am the prisoner of Liam Moretti, the mafia king, the Lord to all wrongdoings and it terrified me

mark replied. Taking one good look at me with a sad face, mark left me. Seems he couldn't help me out like usual, I bit the inside of my cheeks waiting for the worst to happen. Even if people were to come, who are they to tell the almighty Joe second king in the mafia kingdom to stop?. "Now where were we?" joe asked slamming the door making me flinch. I didn't reply. Yanking my hairs back Joe shouted "Didn't I warn you not to open the door?".

That an infamous and most dangerous Italian mafia kidnapped me? Another icy shiver zigzags down my nerves and terrifies the hell out of me when I think about that man who died just because he tried to help. I don’t want the history—that awful night—to be repeated. I really hope—and pray—it won’t. But I should have known better…