Mafia King Broken Rose Novels & Stories

“You should have done your research beforehand. Perhaps you won’t fail stealing from another mafia.” He grunted. “Who are you?” She finally withdrew her gun and squatted down to his level. The confidence of this woman was beyond me. “Allow me to introduce myself. La regina. The queen of the mafia.” His chuckle was taunting yet with desperation. “There is no queen in the mafia.”

Her mother looked at Lorrie in genuine, stunned speechlessness. The First King, however, threw his head back and began to laugh—a loud, booming sound of dark victory. "PERFECT! BEAUTIFUL! You finally embraced the true darkness required to wear the crown! You are the Mafia Queen!" "I am his wife," Lorrie growled, pointing a golden hand at the King. "And I am going to tear your head from your shoulders." "Are you?" the King sneered. The giant obsidian Gate behind him suddenly blew off its hinges!

“You should have done your research beforehand. Perhaps you won’t fail stealing from another mafia.” He grunted. “Who are you?” She finally withdrew her gun and squatted down to his level. The confidence of this woman was beyond me. “Allow me to introduce myself. La regina. The queen of the mafia.” His chuckle was taunting yet with desperation. “There is no queen in the mafia.”

And Nicolas would never be my king. NICOLAS'S POV I grabbed a pair of sweatpants before heading downstairs to our game room, where Luca, Damien, and Liam were sitting. Ever since Kiara joined our family, my days of walking around the house naked whenever I wanted were over. My brothers looked at me like I was about to explode. I smiled at them. Liam shook his head but didn’t say anything. It was clear he wasn’t hiding how much he disliked me or how much he didn’t want to become a part of the Camorra.

she said, unimpressed. I didn’t respond. Instead, I reached for the champagne bottle and poured myself a drink. “How did the meeting go? Why did they leave so soon?” Alessia sighed. “He didn’t agree with Papà’s terms. A fight almost broke out. They were already reaching for their guns before Papà said he could leave if he wasn’t happy with the price.” “Thank God it didn’t escalate,” I muttered. Italians don’t fight barehanded. And especially not the mafia. When they fight, it’s with guns, knives, anything they can get their hands on. Someone always ends up injured.

His rage simmered just below the surface, threatening to shatter his carefully crafted composure. He never got stolen from. It was an abomination to those who knew him. It was an unforgivable transgression. And yet, it had happened. With his rage will come chaos. His perpetrators will pay, they always do. It was a promise, a known fact. He is Stefano De Rico. A Mafia kingpin whose name sent shivers down the spine of even the most hardened criminals. He is the master of the underworld. He tames even the wildest beasts that refuse to bend to his will.

Tears started flowing from her eyes. "Here we go again starting with this innocent girl act of yours. Crying like you never knew any of these. You absolutely used your body to get all the shining luxuries you pathetic whore. Look what you have gotten yourself into. Turning into a pet for the mafia king for money. You know what? Soon, Kevin will get tired of you and eventually discard you, so enjoy it while it lasts, baby." His venomous words were more than what Rosalia could take at that moment. Unable to think of anything else, she ran out of that place.

How can one man have this much enemies? That was when Xavier opened his eyes. Khalil held Jade back from reacting. With a groan, he tried to get up but realized he was tied up. “Fuck!" He growled. “Well, well, well.” The king roared with laughter. “Guess who I have at my feet.” Xavier finally looked up. “Mustafa,” He smiled. “Son of a bitch.” Xavier breathed. “The Mafia Lord himself,” Mustafa took delight in seeing him suffer in the ropes. “Get him up.” The king ordered.

My mind goes blank from the pain for a second and I lose consciousness just enough to break free from Rose's order. And then I start running back to the pack house. I got there right as the rogue king was laughing. I see Rose take a step back and I can understand why. His laughter is cold, sending cold shivers down my spine. I've seen people go insane, and I know this man fits the bill. Rose has no chance escaping him even if she runs away now. She has to make a deal with him. A temporary one. I can help her, we can take the packs for him with Rose's new powers and then we can go. We can still go to Europe. I know she said she didn't want to, but I can make her change her mind. The only thin

My head was full of images of Alpha King. He was injured so much but still had to keep fighting the enemy. I couldn't help him at all. The two maids had returned. I told them to give Rose food and I continued to sit on the sofa with a glass of water in my hand but I never took a sip. The maid came to report that Rose was smashing things, but I wasn't in the mood to care about her anymore. "Just let her break things but remind her that whatever she breaks, she has to pay for it." I said coldly.