Kidnapped By The Mafia King Novels & Stories

Tomorrow’s another big day for me because tomorrow I’m going to smuggle out the biggest shipment of drugs in American history. You might be wondering by now, who am I and what is my business. Well… My name is Vincent Louis Burke and I’m the mafia king of America. My grandfather was the first mafia leader to rule over the world, then my father and now me. It’s kind of our family business now.

How the fuck had I ended up being his fiancée? Lorenzo De Luca. Mafia heir. Control freak. Ice king in a tailored suit. For the past two days, I’d been scrubbing his floors, fetching his coffee, and folding his clothes like I was some underpaid intern in the world’s most twisted corporate internship. Only this wasn’t a job. It was my life now. And somehow, in this messed-up fairytale, I was Cinderella—except the prince was a fucking psychopath. And I wasn’t going to the ball.

She was so tired that before she knew here legs gave out under her and she fell to the ground. Meanwhile at the Francesco mansion, Marco was livid because he found out his partner in crime, Giovanni had been working with the Russian mafia underboss, leaking information and was going to kill him. One of his men came to him that they had caught him when he was about to flee the country and they had tied him up in the chair at the usual spot. (The spot was were they kept traitors who were going to die, which was close to the ocean bank where no one will hear when he shot them, not that he cared)

—Ellie— After Tristan killed his man and the blood spilled all over me, I don't know what happened after that. I wasn't even sure what day it was, whether it was the same day or it was possible that I was drugged and days had passed. Being a mafia princess we're raised to know that getting kidnapped by one of our enemies is always a possibility but of course nothing is done to prepare us, we aren't taught how to fight or defend ourselves because the men believe that they will be able to protect us come what may. It's because of that hubris that I'm in this situation right now.

This man is a murderer. "You- you are a murderer." I deadpanned stating the obvious. "Violet-" I cut him off. "Why am I here? Do you want to kill me ??" I screamed. "Enough!" Vincenzo roared throwing the chair backwards. Fear gripped me. I was shaking. Yes I can fight Vincenzo, my kidnapper, rich kidnapper, but Vincenzo the mafia don? Hell no. "Greta take Violet to get ready for tonight." Vincenzo said.

“We can’t–.” “He’ll kill Tommy if we don’t show up in an hour.” The Mafia King narrowed his gaze, his eyes fierce, protective. “We need to save Tommy, kitten.” “What about our baby?” I wailed. “Please, Ralph… don’t make me do it!” He kissed my forehead hard and yanked me and our son deep into his warmth. “This is for Milo’s future, kitten. We promised.” The chopper made a smooth turn and headed speedily towards the mountainous range circumventing the Lux lands.

“I went to school like a normal girl, got a normal job, and then my father had me kidnapped to pay off a debt to the Marinos.” My heart thudded out of time. My mind spun. Sera Bianchi, the mafia princess I’d known at eight, would never have picked the harder road. And her doting dad would never have betrayed her like that. How much really had changed since I left? She waved her hand. “But I don’t mean to compare. Killian took me from the bastard who bought me before anything too serious happened, and for all his flaws”—she smiled—“I was very well taken care of.”

She’d taken a risk for me, and seeing her now, and very much alive was a relief. “What are you doing here? What if your father sees you?” a look of panic and worry flickered through her warm brown eyes. “You have to leave.” “I would if I could,” I breathed out, trying to mask the frustration in my tone. “I’m not here because I want to be.” Her brows furrowed in confusiom. “What do you mean?” “I was kidnapped, bought actually… By Vincenzo Vittore. He’s the reason I’m here.”

As the man was speaking, his eyes widened as he said, “Boss, I think I've just hacked into the security system of the most powerful mafia base in this country. The young master was taken by them.” Martina sat up straight, her heart racing at the words she had just heard. "You mean to tell me the person who took my son might be the mafia king of this country?" she asked in disbelief. The bodyguard nodded grimly. However, Lucas' face contorted. There was only one mafia king in this country. Trey Collins. Which meant the bastard had kidnapped his own son. Realizing that, he smirked inwardly. 'He was going to sit back and watch the drama unfold with whiskey.'

"Lia didn't set me up. She warned me. Told me everything. And I've been planning this since yesterday. You never had a chance." "You're lying. She called me. Made the arrangements—" "Because I told her to. Because drawing you out was easier than hunting you down." Caspian's expression was ice. "You kidnapped my woman. Threatened to kill her friend. Put your hands on her. And now you're going to pay for that." Kozlov straightened. Tried to recover his composure. "If you kill me, you start a war with the Bratva. My brother runs the organization in Moscow. He'll send armies after you."