Mafia King Broken Rose Novels & Stories

Rose held back her tears, trying to calm herself. How was she supposed to leave Suzannah’s house without anyone noticing? Suzannah’s face flashed through her mind. How could Rose just leave without saying goodbye, as if she had no gratitude at all? But that was precisely what Romilda demanded, that she never reveal her whereabouts to their father. Rose couldn’t imagine what would happen if the mafia targeted Suzannah’s family. No matter how wealthy Suzannah and Aaron were, once someone got involved with the mafia, there was no way out. Most ended up ruined. Rose couldn’t let that happen to Suzannah and Aaron, who had treated her so well.

In fact, I don't believe in fairytales, they are just imaginary illusions that blind us to the reality of life. This man in front of me, who's supposed to be the misunderstood prince is Malakai Lorenzo, mafia king of the biggest underworld organization known in New York, and my father just had to go ahead and gamble all his money to his organization, now my father owes a huge sum of money to this bastard.

I was safe, he gave me unlimited access to his bank accounts, and the house was a fortress. No intruder was getting in and no one was coming out unless he gave the word. I was bored out of my mind and I hated to admit it but Serena was good company. I always thought the way she acted nice was nothing but an act. Who would marry such a ruthless bastard after everything he had done. She knew it too. She knew all the bad things he had done and she still fell for him and married him. But then I got to spend time with her and realized why it was so easy for her dead best friend, Lily, to take advantage of her. She had a heart of gold and in the mafia, a heart like that was about to be broken into

"I'm sorry. I betrayed you. It's all my fault. Please forgive me!" After his apology, he looked at me with some confusion. "This is the Castile Family's private estate. Why are you here?" Even as he asked the question, his heart was pounding. The Castile Family was the most powerful of all the mafia families, an old-guard dynasty with connections everywhere. Just standing on their grounds made his skin crawl. "Because I'm the Castile Family's princess. The Don's sole heir. Everything here belongs to me." Ethan's eyes went wide with disbelief. A strained smile twisted his face. "No. Michelle, you have to be joking."

Veronica said "You are lucky you are still alive. The only reason I haven't killed you is that you didn't know that Rose was my beloved and your future queen, but if you ever so much as look at her wrongly, I will rip your heart out of your chest. This is the only warning I am giving you. Do you understand?" I asked "Yes, King Lestat," Veronica replied

I let out a groan, almost slamming my head against a wall. But I didn't miss the look in his eyes, I wasn't the only one who felt this way. I could tell that the subtle searching I was doing quite obviously wouldn't work. I needed information strong enough to bring the mafia king to his knees along with his entire empire. And the only way I could get such information was from him himself. I needed to seduce him and make him fall for me. Or at least trust me enough to give me the information I wanted. My gaze fell on the mirror and I slowly pushed my robe to aside.

“Marry me Giselle.” He breathes into my neck. “I can't, you belong to another Romero.” I whisper. Giselle Gilmore, a girl whose past has been turned upside down in a life of crime and violence gets involved with Romero De La Rosa, the most feared and powerful Mafia Lord and becomes too attached to his daughter Lauryn De La Rosa. When she gets a chance to reunite with the family, a long time family alliance made with another Mafia family engaging Romero De La Rosa to another woman in marriage appears and any bridge of the arrangement will lead to the biggest war ever witnessed in the underworld. Will Romero De La Rosa bend backwards to the underworld rule or will he fight for his love.

What a lovely day it had turned into for everyone except for a particular mafia boss. The mafia boss let out a muted noise of discontentment. Didn't they have anything interesting to report? Traitors to be made examples of? No people playing in territory that didn't belong to them? Anything would've been better than the financial report his right-hand man continued to drone on about. David's head remained supported by a hand under his chin as he forced himself to continue listening.

The handsy man stutters as the man approaches us, “King. She approached me.” “Really? Are you calling me a liar?” The Mafia King’s voice is calm and sharp, like a shard of ice. “ No, my King, but she is a call girl!” I snap, looking back at the handsy man before turning to the King to plead my case. But I pause. The King’s head is tilted as he looks at me. The King’s voice is laced with disappointment and concern, “A call girl?”

I whispered to him. "You just scared me earlier, I don't want you to be around my work." he said quickly. I looked into his eyes, they were raw with emotion. I could tell that he really meant what he was saying. "I understand, and I'm sorry for what I said to you earlier." I told him breaking eye contact. If I am being truthful, I do feel really bad about what I said earlier. This is just what his life is, and I have no right to judge him. I too am from a mafia family, except my papa has always been really good at keep his "work" at work.