Novel & Cerita Mafia King

“There will be no more chaos outside these gates.” He turned slowly, letting his gaze fall across the men and women gathered. "The act of attacking the Mafia Queen is heinous, especially given her situation. She is not only the wife of Nikolai Moretti, our previous Mafia king, but she is also carrying the heir of this gang. And that is not a matter of debate,” he said, sharply. “But if you seek answers, if your faith in leadership trembles… then come inside. Let us discuss this with dignity, like the rulers we are supposed to be.”

“That body is made for fucking…” I whirled on him. My eyes flashing. “Don’t even think it.” With a growl I turned back to watching the girl. She was beautiful he was right about that. All long blonde hair and wide eyes that peeked out from beneath the curtain of her golden hair and her curves were mouth wateringly womanly, but she looked so normal. She didn’t look like the daughter of a mob boss. Looking at her you would never know that she had been born Mafia Royalty. A pampered little princess who lived a life of luxury at the pain and expense of others.

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

Tomorrow’s another big day for me because tomorrow I’m going to smuggle out the biggest shipment of drugs in American history. You might be wondering by now, who am I and what is my business. Well… My name is Vincent Louis Burke and I’m the mafia king of America. My grandfather was the first mafia leader to rule over the world, then my father and now me. It’s kind of our family business now.

Jacob replied in a calm tone. Cassian kept gazing at him because the truth was he was not just the CEO of Holt Group of Companies or the heir of Holt Empire. He was also the King of the dark world, named as the King of Shadows, who ruled the entire mafia around the world. He was not only the King of the British Mafia, he held the title of King of Kings, and all the mafias came under him. He was the ruler of the entire mafia empire, feared and respected by all. The mere presence of this enigmatic figure caused the atmosphere to shift, heavy with his unspoken authority and menace.

The first rat didn’t even run. He lounged behind a seafood stall in Alfama, puffing a cheap cigarette, bragging into his burner phone about how the “King” wouldn’t dare show himself in public anymore. He didn’t notice my shadow until my boot shattered his knee sideways with a pop like cracking lobster shells. He shrieked, I silenced it by grabbing his jaw and slamming his skull against the wall. “Talk,” I hissed, my thumb pressed so deep into his throat he sputtered foam instead of words.

"It's a key." "To what?" "A door in my house that no one else in this city knows about." He didn't look away. "Including Marcus. Including the men at the wall. Including, I'm fairly sure, my own staff, most of whom have been told it doesn't exist." I looked at the box. I didn't touch it. "Why are you giving it to me?" "Because you're going to need a room in this house that is yours, and not the one I've put you in." The fire moved. "And because you're the only person I've met in twenty years who has never once asked me what I'm worth."

“Of course. Why wouldn’t she? She’s the type to love freely, Tiger. She’ll be thrilled to meet the man carrying her grandchildren.” He beamed at me, and I smiled back, heart full. “Why were they trying to kill you, Alex?” he asked suddenly. I blinked, surprised. “You don’t know who I am, Tiger?” “I know you’re part of the mafia, like me... but I don’t know your role.” I leaned back slightly, watching his face. “I’m your King, Ian. The king of all mafia kings.” His eyes widened. “You’re serious?” “Do I look like I’m joking?”

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.

The fucking meeting I was heading for wasn't scheduled or called by me which only meant I didn't have to go. I held the door of the car for a few seconds then I let go of it, and backed away. “Send message to them. I'll reschedule the meeting.” I said, and headed back into the mansion. I had no idea who I was meeting with, or what the meeting was about which was even more reason to call it off. I am the king of the Mafia, I should call every damn meeting, and not the other way round. Back inside the building, I headed straight for my bedroom and dropped off my briefcase and my suit jacket, then I headed for the part of the mansion where Emma was located.