Novel & Cerita Mafia King

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.

“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.

Jaxon explained as he stood staring out the window. From where he was standing, he and the others could see Allen Lewis riding a luxury car out of the mansion. “Any man who intends to kill Mia and her twin when they were babies, is definitely not a random person. Romero and my problems are more like child's play because I keep interrupting his business, plus he knows I hold the key to the throne of leadership in the Famiglia. Killing Mia, is not his goal, even I'm sure he also wants to marry Mia. But the constant bluffing and killing around is a warning that we are not allowed involved in his business.”

The motel worker looked at the burner phone with fear. 'Boss made it look so easy. But I am more scared to touch Mia Vitiello than the King. Everyone in the mafia world knows about what the King did to those biker gangs in Russia for kidnapping his queen. Where did I got stuck in? If I don't follow my Boss's orders, he will kill me. If I follow, then the King will kill me. I guess, my life is now numbered ' he thought to himself with fear.

She wanted to experience life because her nose is always stuck in a book her whole life. Alessandro Niccolo D'Angelo grew up with a strict grandfather who wanted to turn him into the monster he is today. His name meant as a defender of men as well as the conqueror of people who always comes out victorious. He has a mother that shows him how love is supposed to feel, but the tragedy he encountered couldn't change his tainted soul. He is the Capo of the biggest mafia in New York, known as the silent but deadly king of the night. Life wasn't simple in the Mafia world. He endured all the tasks for his life and the familia, now his task is to become someone invincible.

Only the worn out curtains and dirty floor would be left in their small apartment. Earlier that week, she had gone to Mikhail Mazza for help. Although he was known as the Country's most handsome bachelor and conglomerate. He was also known as the Mafia Kingpin. She couldn't let her mother die. The woman had suffered a lot and if she could at least do what he wanted.. she'd make that change. But she was not ready to give her virginity to a man-whore. Mikhail Mazza was feared in the whole city. He was the Country's most dangerous and whoring bachelor.

The car door was opened, and Yara was dragged back inside. "Let go of me! What do you want from me?" yelled Yara, trying to rebel. Inside the mansion, a man was sitting on a black leather sofa. His eyes were cold. He was Damian Devatra, the man Yara had heard about on the news and through rumors—the ruler of a ruthless and unforgiving underground organization. You could say he was the King of the Mafia. "Sit down," Damian ordered simply. Yara gulped, feeling she had no choice. Hesitantly, she sat on the sofa in front of him.

I asked "where the hell you went not lifting my call" he replied "sorry sir I was searching for the details about that black panther group people" I sighed and said "fine upto where your investigation came" he replied "they already occupied two more groups sir they're trying to become strong day by day we can say that their team leader is quite intelligent soon he might become mafia king" I hitted the wall and said "mafia king is my position no one should take it no matter what I wont let someone to steal my position" he replied "sure sir we wont let that to happen"

Gritting his teeth together, he spat in a breath, " No! We are in a bad encounter already. He...he has refused to accept my offer, even insulting me in front of board members." Perhaps, I got the facts about why he came to me. But did he know who Azrael De Luca was? No! I did fucking no who he was or what he could do to me. Some punk businessmen like him didn't stand a chance against the Mafia King. My father used to tell me that the Mafia King had powers over all the Italy and various states. I would be foolish to think that this man could save me from Luca. Shaking, I muttered quickly, wishing to get away from here before papa

he said plainly. After Ciro was through dragging me through the large mansion, he opened a bedroom door for me. "I'll be down soon to see if you need anything." he said with a short smile. "Ok thanks Ciro." I said trying to smile. He gave me one last smile before he left the room locking the door behind him. What the hell am I going to do now?! Pretty much from what I have gathered, I am stuck inside another mafia families house. And I'm pretty sure they are Italian.