Mafia King Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

“That is also a good way to send my lovely uncle off. I will have that conversation with my family after Maria and Keirah are feeling better. Zio it's time. Luciano turns over to Don Mauro he looks deep into his eyes and speaks to him. “I, Luciano Salvatore Alpha King of the Blood Moon pack, initiate you Don Mauro into the pack for twenty-four hours. And after the twenty-four hours are up, I want you to find your way out and come back here.” Luciano turns to James and smiles. “ My brother and I will be waiting for you.”

The handsy man stutters as the man approaches us, “King. She approached me.” “Really? Are you calling me a liar?” The Mafia King’s voice is calm and sharp, like a shard of ice. “ No, my King, but she is a call girl!” I snap, looking back at the handsy man before turning to the King to plead my case. But I pause. The King’s head is tilted as he looks at me. The King’s voice is laced with disappointment and concern, “A call girl?”

That was the only thing I could think of. Damiano Valentino was loved by everyone. It was weird how both the men and women adored him—or should I say creepy. Well, except for Alessandro. He hated Damiano's guts. He always said he was just a spoiled brat who was born into money and had known nothing else. And I couldn't agree more. If the world found out that he was working with the king of Porta Inferni, that would be the end of his career and fame. Everyone would hate him, and I'm sure he wouldn't want that.

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.

" The Mafia King studied him for a long moment, smoke curling from his lips. Then he chuckled softly, like Martin had just told a joke. "Be careful what you offer." He said. He glanced around the room once more, at the blood, at the body on the floor, before his eyes returned to Martin. "You don't have money." He continued calmly. "You don't have power. And you don't have time." Martin shook his head again. "Please—" "I'll take one of your children." The Mafia King said, cutting him off. The words landed heavier than a gunshot. Martin froze. "What...?"

It was too quiet for my liking. Sol would definitely prefer it this way. That’s why my babbo wanted him to lead the family. Babbo was named the Mafia King. Sol took over when he died and now… there’s me. A woman who is leading one of the world’s biggest mafia. After making people know that the king was actually a queen, I thought for sure someone would dare come after me. Perhaps I have instilled fear too much after wiping out those scums. “What’s with that sigh, Cara?”

And this renowned Mafia King crawling back from me as if I’d cooties was the most hilarious thing in the world. “Are you on drugs?” He glared daggers at me. I let my face fall and scooted closer to him. He glared harder. He looked ready to murder my next three generations but I wanted to drill a little more, “Luca, is there someone else?” He scoffed, “There is,” Paused and narrowed eyes at me, “Several women.” So he’s a slayer of hearts. Good for me. “Can’t I be one of them?”