Kidnapped By The Mafia King Novels & Stories

"11 p.m.'' Martin looked up, hope flickering weakly in his eyes. "I'll come to claim what's mine." Martin broke. He cried, begging, clutching at the Mafia King's legs, his words falling apart into sobs. "Please, please, I'll do anything. Don't take my child. Please." Two men stepped forward without hesitation. They grabbed Martin roughly, pulling him to his feet as he screamed and struggled. His pleas echoed as they dragged him toward the door and threw him outside. The room fell quiet. The Mafia King watched for a moment longer, then turned away. A small smirk curved his lips as he brought the cigarette back to his mouth.

All the unexpected inevitable that you can't ever imagine will be dumped on your door unexpectedly and in an unexpected way, almost grasping air to survive with those little seconds given to you. Windle is the only adopted son of the Mafia King in Italy, but no one knows for his safety. He maintained as the right man outside, but actually the sole heir of their clan. The mafia king wants to avenge losing his pregnant wife back then, just in time, Windle stumbles on their front door. He sees something different towards Windle. That's why he adopted him and raised him well to become the new king. He is more capable of things that his stepfather didn't. Windle almost closes a lot of deals and s

he ask while we walk out of his house. I look at him like he's stupid "I'm not apart of the mafia I am the mafia," I say. He raises an eyebrow at me. "okay, maybe I'm not the mafia but I am a mafia queen I was born into the mafia so I'm mafia by blood," I tell him. he nods his head in understanding. "but seriously I am the mafia technically because Luca is the King of all mafia and he is the mafia so technically I am the mafia," I say trying to convince Blake but it didn't seem to work cause all he did was bust out and laugh. I pout a little and go over to Luca and I's car. "

"I blame myself, Maddie. If I hadn’t trusted Grandpa Lorenzo, none of this would’ve happened. Martina and Mom wouldn’t have been taken. I can’t shake the feeling that it’s all on me." I stayed quiet, giving him time to let it all out. "I thought being kidnapped as a kid was the worst thing that could happen. But life had more in store. Our family’s rivals, the Lombardi mafia, went after me when I was young. They laid low, waited until they had enough power, then came for me. They took me, but Martina got left behind. Granny Grace stayed with me, wouldn’t leave me alone. The end... it wasn’t good."

I found out she wasn't with Flora—she was with her father. My grip tightened on the steering wheel. Why would a father kidnap his own daughter? The question circled my mind. I knew he was a Mafia kingpin, a man who treated people like currency and loyalty like a commodity, so perhaps that’s why it didn't shatter me. I wasn't surprised; I was hollowed out by a cold fury. The shock was replaced by a grim clarity, the kind that settles over a man when he realizes it isn't just a kidnapping anymore—it’s an invitation to a war he may not win.

"I am sorry Miranda, please try to understand that I can't get away from him now. Salvatore not only owns the biggest casino in the city but he also has branches all over the globe. He is as wealthy as he is powerful, they even named him the Mafia King." I looked up at my father, it's just like saying that I couldn't say no and I have no choice. The old man said they would kill him if I didn't agree.

His voice was a low, teasing drawl as he said, "So, you didn't want me as a friend back then because you knew I'd end up as your husband?" My cheeks burned. He cradled my face in his hands and kissed me. I never would've imagined that Harold, the mafia kingpin who struck fear into every man, could be so tender. Something told me our story was only beginning.

Vivian had always known that her actions would have grave consequences, but she had never imagined that it would lead her back to Ricardo, the ruthless mafia kingpin who had once bought her from his friends, She had hoped that by running away, she would be able to escape his grasp and lead a life that was free from fear. Her hopes, however, were short lived, as she had been captured by the gangsters that are guilding Ricardo subway and surroundings, and they handed her back to Ricardo, who was waiting for her at the In the hotel,

“ Two years ago, whole continent was fed up of too many Mafia Dons who was disturbing the peace of all the country, so all the country together made a secret department to look into this case and assign the best cop as under cover agent who will live like a Mafia Don and will keep finishing the small and big units of all Don's from the continent. By that time, Ethan Mallfoy, a Russian officer was the best among all the best officers chosen from all over the continent. Your father knew that you went there for avenging your brother, he just pretend that he didn't know anything, he also knew that King fell in love with you and that you tried to kill him, when he found that King was investigatin

As we got closer I just got more anxious Maybe i should have just stayed back i start to panic, i mean what do i know about mafia fights No no, I thought to myself Emma has been nice to me since the very beginning i owe her this much. ' i mean they kind of kidnapped you so i don't owe them anything' the voice at the back of my head sounds again. I am pulled out of my thoughts when we finally after hours of driving we come to a halt. Everybody starts getting out of the cars, when it's my turn to follow im stopped by Chance. 'You stay in the Car.' he orders.