Mafia King Mga Nobela at Kwento

She would be entangled in the reckless life of Andrei Andreevich. She would be his possession forever. A slave. Tears gathered in my eyes, and without thinking, I flew toward him and grabbed him by his arms. "Please, you said you would do anything for me to get the land back. That you made a dying promise to your mother." Although I was pleading for him to accept me, I couldn't help but wonder how much weightlifting he did. He looked at me, and I slowly let go of his arms. I had forgotten for a second that he was a mafia lord. He looked down at me like he cared, and I wished he did.

The driver parked the car in the underground parking lot after dropping Catherine and Sarah at the doorstep. Something caught Catherine’s attention when she has just reached the door. She turned back to take a good look when she found a video playing on the big screen on the opposite building of mart. The video was of a very fine, handsome man giving an interview. She recognized the man in an instant. The man is the president of Vitale Group, Evan Vitale, her brother’s closest friend, and her childhood sweetheart. Their parents also shared the closest bond despite being from two Mafia clans, so the children also became the closest kin to each other.

•GIA• Mario Montez... He was my nightmare. He was a ruthless mafia king who killed for fun and didn’t care about anyone’s feelings but his own. He had two little sisters whom he protected with his life, and when my father killed his youngest sister in a failed assassin job meant for Mario, he came after my family and took everything that my father owned. He made him pay for his sins, and he stripped my father of everything that belonged to him. Including me.

He was really expecting me to be easily manipulated and intimidated into conceding to such an abomination, wasn’t he? “You are my mate and I am your Luna,” he looked like he wanted to say something, but I cut in, clearly letting him know I wasn’t finished yet. “Your ONLY Luna. It’s always been one Luna to one Alpha, and that’s how it’s going to be Lucian.”

"I swear to god if you dont get your ass right here, I -" "FINE" I shouted taking a seat still quite further from him. Infuriating human. My stomach growled at the sight of the pizza and before he can say anything I took a piece for myself. Fortunately, he didn't say anything just took the remote going through N*****x. The guy doesn't even have a my list. I guess it is stupid to assume, the mafia king here watches N*****x he is bored. He probably does other things, but what? "What do you want to see?" He asks his eyes on me.

I expressed my gratitude for him. “And thank you for accepting me with all my flaws. You still choose to live with a mafia king.” He said and wrapped me in his embrace. I felt happy to be claimed by the mafia king. [ The End ]

I then open my laptop to check out the info Alex sent me. I open the email where Rhys and his son Zayden meadows information is there. I need to know whom I am dealing with in case things go worst. In the shadowy underworld of organised crime, one name reigns supreme: Rhys Meadows. The ruthless and cunning Mafia King has built an empire through blood, sweat, and tears, crushing all who dare oppose him. His reign of terror is legendary, and his power is unmatched.

Julianna nodded her head. "No wonder he looked a little familiar to me just now. Now that I think about him. If I remember correctly, he should be Silverash Group's CEO, Zackary. Previously, my magazine wanted to give him an interview, so it prepared a series of information about him. I have read it unintentionally. He just returned last year, and previously, he had been abroad, and had something with the mafia. He set up a mafia in the United States, dealing with pornography, gambling, drug abuse and trafficking. He made a lot of money from gambling, and later, he was washed clean. He started a trading company in the United States, expanding to Europe, and last year, he returned and began t

The club was only dimly lit, the air thick with the reek of alcohol and despair. It was the kind where handshakes sealed deals and were broken by gunfire. I sat in the quiet booth, whiskey in front of me, back to the wall. I waited. For her. Fiorella D'Angelo. The so-called queen of her father's empire. I'd spent the day wondering whether she'd be even remotely the woman people described. The mafia had a reputation for exaggeration, making men monsters, women mythical legends that people couldn't even touch. Most of the time, that's just what they were, exaggerated tales.

The morning light caught the sharp lines of his jaw and the faint scars on his body — reminders that this gentle man in front of me was still the same feared Mafia King who ruled the city with blood and power. “Open,” he said softly, lifting a piece of ripe mango to my lips. I took the bite, the sweet juice bursting on my tongue. His gaze darkened as he watched my mouth, thumb brushing away a drop of juice from my bottom lip. He leaned in and kissed me slowly, tasting the mango on my tongue, groaning quietly like I was the most addictive thing he’d ever had. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he whispered against my lips. “Watching you like this… soft and w