Novel & Cerita Mafia Kings

It was the same as Enzo's family company. An icy chill slithered down my back immediately. Enzo’s family owned the hospital no doubt,and it wasn't as clear as they made it seem, but this, this was just plain diabolical. It wasn't money laundering or corruption, it was far more worse, and it made my head spin.

Thank God for the masks, so I wouldn’t be easily recognized. Chandeliers cast a warm glow, illuminating the hall. Tables stacked with fine desserts and wines stood at the corners. Bickering and laughter, followed by the clanking of glasses echoed through the atmosphere. There weren’t just normal wealthy elites here. I’d been in the company of people like my father long enough to recognize this was the gathering of organized criminals. Mafia Dons, Heiresses, corrupt politicians and officails who smiled for the public and slit throats in private. This was their night. And somehow, I was a part of it.

There was Don Salvador, who everyone boasted, had won the great mafia war with a single bullet; Lord Pedro who was said to have had the most wives; Bruno the Wild who no one dared to call so while he lived… the pictures went back as far as the all, and there were more. Mama had not brought them all. At the very end of the long hall, there he was: Papa, the golden Mafia king (or so he liked to call himself). He was the best. The greatest. He had not done much but that was not the point. He had fought for his family. He was a man. He was a true king. And soon, he would join him, right there on that wall. Ernesto inhaled. He would make sure of it.

"I have something else tomorrow evening. Take someone else." I didn't dare look up. A man like him — a Don — was the one who did the refusing. No one refused him. But I really did have something I couldn't get out of. Vincent Hale liked to take people — all kinds of people — to casinos. He'd let them gamble themselves into ruin, then force them into borrowing from his loan sharks at crippling rates. I was almost certain that was how my mother had been lured in. Once she was hooked, there was no getting out.

Afrah asked, her heart beating furiously against her chest. "He was part of a brotherhood who operated downtown; a gang, if you will. They called themselves the Kings," Chris said, his satisfied smirk widening as he saw her stunned expression. "I'm not sure how he got in, or why he got in, but he did. And he ascended the proverbial social ladder so quickly that he soon became one of the top members. I don't know much about the details of how they operated, but I know there were four top members; Kings in the West, East, South and North. He was the King in the North. Drugs, violence, women, vandalism, you name it. They dabbled in everything. Cops were always on their tail, but they never got

“You should have done your research beforehand. Perhaps you won’t fail stealing from another mafia.” He grunted. “Who are you?” She finally withdrew her gun and squatted down to his level. The confidence of this woman was beyond me. “Allow me to introduce myself. La regina. The queen of the mafia.” His chuckle was taunting yet with desperation. “There is no queen in the mafia.”

Leila Johnson thought surviving poverty was the hardest battle she'd ever fight. She was wrong. One night, a routine appointment ends in kidnapping, murder, and a dangerous offer from Chicago's most feared billionaire mafia kingpin, Zane Rogers. All she has to do is help him recover a stolen chip. One mission. One payment. One chance to change her life forever. But the deeper Leila falls into Zane's deadly world, the more she discovers that nobody can be trusted. Not the charming friend who always makes her laugh. Not the beautiful woman who suddenly appears. Not even the powerful man whose touch is becoming harder to resist. As betrayal after betrayal tears

the killing. He runs an entire criminal organisation... I don't know much about the Mafia, but I know that the Don is the man on top, and everyone else answers to him... And it seems now, I have caught all his attention... He watches me silently, as if my reaction amuses him, before he snaps his fingers once. Footsteps flood into the room, and I turn to watch his guards step towards me. I don’t even have time to react before two of them grip my arms, gently but firmly.

Adam asked in his rude voice. "I'm not interested." She smiled simply. Adam snorted and shook his head. "Have you heard about Alpha King?" He asked in a lower voice. She had obviously. It was the biggest kingdom of the Mafia, the most powerful in the entire world, led by Xander Hill. She had also heard about his helping needy people and he had many institutions under him and huge construction businesses under him in almost every state and country. Adam was staring at her for a reply. "My foot." She exasperated.

Is he seriously threatening me by showing me that freaking tape. I took a deep breath. "Okay, who is King?" I asked but I couldn't help the murderous glare I was giving him. An amused smile formed on his beautiful lips. Why is this bastard smiling now?? "He is our mafia king" "M-mafia king?" I stuttered. "do you belong to mafia?" Fear was evident in my voice. Do mafia's really exist.?. I was just out of criminal world, they do exist. It's not like I'm thinking about the werewolves.