Novel & Cerita Kidnapped By The Mafia King

After all, nothing screams criminal activity like flying through the city with a broken back window and a kidnapped stripper. It makes sense that they want to blend, now, so that we can disappear. So that we won’t be found by whoever was chasing us, for whatever reason. “Please,” I breathe, my voice shaky – and I surprise myself when I hear the word come from my lips. I said it without thinking. The Mafia King immediately turns his attention to me. “You can – you can have it all –“ I say, gesturing towards the cash scattered all over the back seat now, blowing lightly in the wind coming through the back window. “Just…let me go…”

Does this mean, mom is also aware of this too? "Is mom also aware that you're a Mafia?" I asked the same question running through my head. "I was a Mafia, not anymore. And yes, your mom knows that I was one before we got married" "Dad! What are you saying?!" "Years ago, while I was 16 years old, I got kidnapped with my best friend, Lucian by a mafia leader, Christopher. He was the most dangerous Mafia in the whole world then. We got kidnapped and were trained for four years to become Mafia. Christopher suddenly develop a love for me because I took out all plans effectively then one day, he announced he was going to pass the throne to me. He would like to step down because he wasn't feeling t

Zuri blows a strand of straight hair out of her eyes. “I’m getting to that. You see, your parents were part of a mafia gang called “Marie.” It’s the biggest mafia syndicate in New York and it’s headed by a man named King Murder. I don’t know why Amanda was sold, but I believe Bhyron will tell you all of that himself.” Silence. “But I can tell you this; King Murder was responsible for the attack at your wedding. His men killed grandma Alice...” Pain shoots through my veins like bolts of electricity. The tears I was struggling to hold back cascade down my cheeks in torrents.

Why go after a woman who clearly has security details when they could easily nab a lone girl off the street? This must be a targeted kidnapping, then. I’m going to give these assholes the benefit of the doubt and say they don’t actually know who I am, just that they wanted someone of my apparent standing. Poised and put together. My guards would have given the impression of a certain level of importance. The image of class, power, and wealth is for us to show because we are a family of Billionaires. I’d bet Aunt Adelina’s horses these clowns are after my family’s money. They’re in for a sore surprise. Intentional or not, you don’t fuck with the Russo Mafia Family and live to tell the tale. T

"I do not need you to be stubborn right now!" "Why? Is there a danger here? Are they going to kill me? Ooh, wait... I will get kidnapped again?" I asked as my heart cracked even further. My words reminded me of my situation and it slapped me in the face. I was kidnapped. "I am sorry. I forgot that you won't understand any of that because you are a kidnapper yourself..." I whispered as my tear gland broke and a single tear trickled down my eye. I left the bed and walked to the wardrobe. There was no point in arguing. He was the mafia king and nothing could change him.

And I was caught between a past that once comforted me and a present I was still trying to understand. I was bound to the ruthless mafia king. His world had claimed me the moment he first brought me in. Even now, after the motel, after everything, I could not escape the pull of him. The way he looked at me like I was his. The way he sat in my room all night like a shadow that refused to leave. It terrified me how much I was starting to accept that binding. Eventually, I picked up the phone again and typed a short, cautious reply to Enzo.

"We can't just let them—" "Only the kidnapping and selling of children is forbidden by mafia law," Massimo said coldly. "I can't punish mafia members for unwritten moral laws." He turned away from Elena and kept his focus on Luca. "Tell me everything," the Mafia King ordered. "Don't spare a single detail." "There's only been a few tips, which admittedly could've been fake," Luca reported. "But their language makes me think they're different people, and none of it sounded rehearsed."

Him and their nanny, Jade, were the only two people who had ever truly cared for them. The true mafia princess of the Valli empire was June Valli—their fated, promised wife. But when they were only nine years old, news broke that June had been brutally kidnapped. The entire Russian and Italian criminal underworld had been thrown into a state of absolute despair over the loss of the true Valli heir.

I had made sure to not seal his mouth so that I could hear him beg for his life. “Derek you don’t have to do this, you know we are friends?” He pleaded. If only he knew the things I had done to people who I had considered family. I was merciless and I knew it, only a few were allowed to get mercy from me, he wasn’t one of them. “Friends don’t kidnap people’s wife” I say to him. Reminding of what he had done and the reason why we are here.

“We’ll use the intel. But we’re not letting our guard down. Not with Forrest. Not with Billy. Not with anyone.” Despite the tensions, the trio’s mafia business was flourishing. Mia’s growing network provided protection, resources, and a semblance of order to communities long plagued by chaos. Mimi’s technological expertise proved invaluable, allowing them to stay one step ahead of their rivals. Lydia’s ruthless efficiency ensured that every operation ran smoothly, from smuggling routes to enforcement. But cracks in their alliance began to show. Mimi’s idealism clashed with Lydia’s pragmatism, and Mia found herself constantly mediating their disputes. One evening, a disagreement over the hand