Novel & Cerita Mafia Kings Innocent Bride

I spoke, while he looked at me with his intense gaze, "You're not the leader yet, right? I mean, you returned during Pearl's wedding, so you never got the 'Mafia Leader' title officially, because after that, you married me and we ended up here in Dubai." "You're smart," he said, looking at me with amusement. "And yes, you're right. Once we get back to the Bevine Mansion, I'll be crowned Mafia King." "Mafia King?" I asked, mystifyingly. What? Don't tell me the Mafia has kings and queens... "Well, we have an interesting system for our underworld. There's a Mafia throne, which belongs to the Mafia King or Queen, depending on who sits on it. I'll get the throne from my mom, once we get back," he

Mike and Simon were given all the responsibilities regarding the ceremony by the Elder Queen. Alexander is going to be the first Lord Mafia, and Branson is going to announce that in the ceremony. The ceremony was organized to be held outside, according to tradition. The King's wedding ceremony is to be held outside, under a full moon, with the blessings of Moon, the holy god of the Branson family.

He placed his finger under my chin and forced me to look up into his deep blue eyes. “Koa what the hell are you doing?” I whisper-shouted. “Sit d--” My words were cut off as he lowered to my level and planted his lips against mine. The kiss was passionate and I began to kiss him back when he shifted into the booth that I was sitting in. We finally pulled apart, my breathing slightly heavier due to the impromptu makeout session. Koa briefly looked upset when he had to pull back from me when the food was being brought out to our table. I desperately tried to relax my breathing while he looked completely calm and put together. He smirked while I began sipping at my cold water quickly. “I should

She was so tired that before she knew here legs gave out under her and she fell to the ground. Meanwhile at the Francesco mansion, Marco was livid because he found out his partner in crime, Giovanni had been working with the Russian mafia underboss, leaking information and was going to kill him. One of his men came to him that they had caught him when he was about to flee the country and they had tied him up in the chair at the usual spot. (The spot was were they kept traitors who were going to die, which was close to the ocean bank where no one will hear when he shot them, not that he cared)

I asked confused. “She did not,” he said while leading me out the door. “She was blackmailed. Her brother had been caught with a mafia's girl and Enrico wanted to kill him so she offered herself and her brother to be in his service to spare her brother's life and keep the information away from the man. This flash is video evidence” Luca said, grabbing my hand. Oh…he was helping someone. He led me out into the parking lot and told me to get in while he got into the driver's seat himself.

“Y-Yes, Madame. I will try my best to be a good servant. I will follow everything that you say.” “Really?” “Y-Yes.” Mr. and Mrs. Denmarks exchanged glances before Madame Hannah gazed at me again, “So, for sure you know about Mia’s upcoming wedding.” “Y-Yes, I know…” “Are you also aware that her fiancé is a mafia boss?” I nodded my head. “Yes, madame…” “What are your expectations about a mafia boss?” “U-Uh… Based on what Ella used to tell me, a mafia boss tends to do bad things. They also kill and hurt people…”

I ask, shaking my head. She grinned. "I thought black was more fitting." She's wearing a black dress appropriate fora funeral not a wedding. I adjust the lace collar which has fallen over and use it to tug her closer, taking in her paler complexion, her wide eyes as she waits for my reaction. "You're right," I start, playing her game. Winning it. "Black is more fitting for a cartel princess become mafia queen." I cup the back of her head, weave my fingers into her hair and tug when she pushes against my chest.

I inquired, not quite getting a heads up on what she's saying. "I know you know that Alexander is a mafia Prince and my husband, the mafia king. You'd probably be thinking I'm the mafia queen, right?" She let out a soft laugh and I snorted with a smile. "Well, I am no mafia queen, honey. I'm just married to a mafia king and don't get me wrong, I didn't know he was a mafia until after I had married him." She looked down at my fingers, gently caressing them. Some strands of hair fell over face and she elegantly tucked them behind her ear.

BECOMING THE MAFIA'S BRIDE SERIES 2 -TIME SKIP: 17 YEARS LATER- ๑˙❥˙๑๑˙❥˙๑๑˙❥˙๑๑˙❥˙๑๑˙❥˙๑๑˙❥˙๑๑˙❥˙๑ FIONA'S POV

Three weeks to become something other than a victim. The door opens behind us. Paolo stands there, pale and sweating. “Alessandro. Elena. He’s here. Luca Valenti. He’s downstairs, and he’s asking to see his bride.”