Mafia King Broken Rose Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I’ve been in this stupid house for two weeks now, I haven’t stepped my foot outside, I just sit all day in my room, no phone, no family to talk to, all the maids are scared to talk to me and I’m going to be stuck here in this empty house with a dark lonely man like you.” Alfonso’s eyes snapped wide at my last word and before I could process what was going on, he snatched the flower case close to me and smashed it to the wall. “Get out.” He yelled as tears fell down his eyes as he went on to break more things. I stood there in shock, my brain finding it hard to process whatever was going on. The sound of breaking glass filled the room as Alfonso unleashed his anger, but instead of fear, I fe

"No, that story is false. Although I'm not sure if I should tell you the real one. Perhaps I'll keep it short. I was hurt, and the King found out it was him, Valentino that sanctioned it on neutral ground breaking an age long accord within the mafia. Whatever interests he was acting for, the King didn't care. An accord was broken, so he felt the need to send a message to Valentino. It was taken. Until the second time he tried, and the mafia King almost did the same thing. Except that I was just simply a guest od the Don." I smiled at Andrew, and we resumed our walk.

I replied sarcastically. She stared at me seriously, that's when I realized that I may have done something serious. Is he really a Mafia? Does this mean I'll die? "He is the west mafia leader. The biggest gangs and groups are under him. His father is the leader but Chase is running it now until he fully gets crowned as the Mafia king. The president you are talking about can't dare this group. You don't understand the gravity of what you have done!" She fully explained. I don't understand. Are we in some sort of mafia romance movie or what? A Mafia? That guy? He looks so ordinary...

He wasn’t getting out of here alive and it was a fact he had known the instant Leonardo’s men had hauled him into the sub from the busy suburbs of New York. How he had been found was beyond him, but he must have been a fool to even imagine that he could get away from the D’Angelo clan and that too from Draco himself. Leonardo Draconis D’Angelo was called the Mafia King for a reason. He was known to kill first and ask questions of the dead body.

The cool midnight air greeted him with the fragrance of roses. He felt the relief instantly, his anxiety dissipating, blown away by the night breeze, leaving only the scent of roses clinging to him like a permanent lover. For a ruthless mafia like him, who’d taken countless lives in the seedy underbelly of Chicago, he couldn’t understand why he found roses to be so comforting. They were such fragile plants, their petals so delicate, like humans whom he could easily crush with his palms. Still, whatever it was, it always did the trick. The scent calmed him down and he relaxed.

He couldn't spoil her golden moments. His mere presence could be toxic for her. But fate threw water on his plans as he was called by Dons of smaller Mafias. He thought of sticking to one corner and avoid confrontation at all costs. While he was talking and hearing proposals, he saw Rose coming in his direction but it seemed she hadn't noticed him. He had to hide but he couldn't let the other person see his urgency. After all, he was the Mafia King and fear was his leashed beast. With post-haste, he turned his back and pursued the other man into buying a new drink. As they were strolling by Rose, who seemed to be busy on her phone, the other man collided with a waiter who further dropped the

She looked like a lost puppy, and he was enjoying it. Florina was on the verge of fainting. She was already on the run from the Russian mafia, and now she had landed herself directly in the American Mafia's den. She knew about Sebastian King; one of her friends was trying to get some information about him but dropped the idea after knowing he was one of the most dangerous and powerful mafia in the country, and that's how Florina knew Sebastian King. She had seen him in newspapers and magazines, but the man was a treat to the eyes. She wanted to take her time and admire his form, but who was she kidding? All her attention was on the gun he was holding, and she understood what he wanted.

Vallea sat tied to the chair her hair hung over her face. The water was thrown over her She slowly opened her eyes they cut hair. "Good afternoon Vallea it’s nice to see you are finally with us." "Who are you?" "I’m Nicolo Russo. The maffia king." Oh great a fucking ameture. "You are not the Mafia king, my brother Matteo Robustelli is." "I am and you should remember that.’ "Why am I here?" "You are here as bate, my princess."

I pick it up to see who it is. “Hey Byanca, what can I do for you?” I ask Byanca and her sister Breanya are the head of the larger mafia families in the USA. They deal mainly in weapons and technology. I am the only one who knows that these two women are in charge. Everyone else believes it’s Breayna’s husband Kade. If only people knew.

They need to find her soon, just a single clue and they will fucking ruin the person who dared to abduct their mate. *** Rose opened her eyes slowly. She saw that she was alone in the room. The man was gone. Rogue King. That's what he called himself. Does it means that he is the King of the rogues? But how is that possible? Her mates are the only Kings on the earth. It meant one thing. The man is not a King. He is just another rogue who who calls himself the King. Rose remembered the way he tried to have his way with her, his touch made disgust crawl upon her skin. Tears former in her eyes. She needs to get away from here but how? She can't even do anything.