Mafia King Broken Rose Novels & Stories

My breath hitches as I reach for him again, pleading, “Please.” He stares at me for a long moment, his face softening just for a second, like he’s about to give in. But then it hardens again, like a mask snapping back into place. “You don’t understand. Being a mafia king isn’t just about power and money. It’s about family, legacy. Without an heir, everything I’ve built will crumble.” He steps closer, his words a low whisper, but they cut deeper than anything. “I love you, Rose.”

He caressed her head and kept looking at her tired, sick face. “What did they do to you? And why? How can some be so cruel? They say we mafia people are cruel, but look at sophisticated, rich people, look at how they treat their own family members. Rose! Do you hate alcohol for the reason I think you do? Are you that Rose? Are you my Rose? And if you are not that Rose, why do I feel like I know you?” Kingsley kept muttering and sobbing his eyes out.

“You truly have some nerve, sticking to Roman’s side like glue,” the voice that reached Rose’s ears wasn’t unfamiliar. She was ti*ed down to a chair, blindfolded, utterly and completely powerless – at their mercy – but at least she now knew who had ordered her abdu*ction. Natasha sure was an obsessed mafia heiress. Possibly a bored and reckless one too. Rose smirked and then let out in a taunting manner, “Missed me?” “You think you’re funny?”

Alessandro sat there, holding a bloodstained crown in one hand and a note in the other. He read: "Leave the mafia king's position willing, or be taken down. Blood has been spilled, yours is next!"

They both are breathing in the same air, while his hard gaze collides with her guilty eyes. "You are still my wife. Rose Bianchi, wife of Kairo Bianchi, Queen of the Italian mafia. You have some guts to speak about him while you are standing in front of me, your husband dearest. You are mine, Rose. Did you notice that this mansion is surrounded by only rose plants? That's because I planted them all with my own hands. Because they remind me of you. I lived in this mansion more than I lived in Italy this past year. So get that punk out of your mind and heart. Because the next time he touches you, I will kill him. You know how good I am at carving. I can rearrange his face for you if you disobe

Rose then turned to her father. “This is the one chance I had to win this stupid case. If Stan did something to my lawyer, I would be the one to kill him!” she warned with a serious expression. Rose seemed different and very angry. This wasn't the girl I had spent some time with before the nailing of that man, this was Lord's daughter, the Mafia princess. “Let me give him a call” Lord suggested, but Rose refused. “He knows he has messed up and won't take your calls” she said as she pulled out her phone and began talking to someone. When she was done, she turned to look at me.

“There is no need to be too innocent; I know a girl like you very well. Do you think you are special for her? It is a common thing in the mafia world to use a girl like you. You can never take my place.” Eva was surprised by her behavior. The way she looked yesterday, was that her real face or today? “I, Rosalina, Rafael King's wife, will not let you snatch him away so easily.” She suddenly gets up and grabs Eva by the neck. “You best stay out of Rafael’s life for good before I rip you up and throw you away; you have no idea what I am capable of.” Rosalina grips Eva‘s throat forcefully and presses it. Eva was having difficulties breathing and was attempting to free herself, but this woman wa

he chuckled “We were all shocked. The mafia king turning out to be the top business tycoon? Impressive. Business is just another battlefield. And yes, the king owns it all. We’re hoping for a future collaboration.” Rosa’s lashes fluttered as she stared at the floor. Her mind reeled. Business tycoon? She shook her thoughts. It didn’t matter if Killian was a businessman or not. He was still a mafia and a killer. Nothing could change that truth. The conversation ended quickly but more people began approaching them. Each one greeted Killian with respect, fear even. Rosa shrank further beside him. Her tiny form trembled in discomfort as the crowd grew. It finally struck her. It was clear now, thi

She has King's eyes. "Ebony, this is Mazikeen." Rose points to me. "Mazikeen, this is Ebony, King's little sis." I go to say hi and Ebony hugs me, my body jumps slightly but I hold in the scream. "Shit, Ebs, be careful. She broke her fuckin' ribs," King pulls her away. "It's fine, she didn't know," I explain. "Right, and what the fuck is all this Rose?" King turns to Rose, and she grins.