Novel & Cerita Mafia Kings

he ask while we walk out of his house. I look at him like he's stupid "I'm not apart of the mafia I am the mafia," I say. He raises an eyebrow at me. "okay, maybe I'm not the mafia but I am a mafia queen I was born into the mafia so I'm mafia by blood," I tell him. he nods his head in understanding. "but seriously I am the mafia technically because Luca is the King of all mafia and he is the mafia so technically I am the mafia," I say trying to convince Blake but it didn't seem to work cause all he did was bust out and laugh. I pout a little and go over to Luca and I's car. "

Myra. There were five members in the Kingsmen club, each of them a dominant representative of the five most powerful Mafia families in the whole of New York city or better the entire freaking country. They were feared by not just ordinary civilians but people who even are a part of the mafia were scared of them and many more hated them because of how much havoc they caused as a team or a gang–whatever. It wasn’t enough that the five of them independently were living mayhem, but together as one entity was the scariest and the biggest wave to hit the Mafia climate. Not only were they unstoppable together but their individual factions grew even more, even to the extent that most people were wil

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 King brothers were sitting in their office waiting for Elijah. Elijah is the right hand man of the brothers and the only person that they have trusted all their lives since they became Mafia Kings. They were already getting impatient. "Call him." Alistair said to Elliot, agitated. Just then, someone knocked on the door. The door opened and the person they were expecting came in.

"Can you believe that I almost seduced his twin instead? I didn't even know he had a twin!" Monique let out a loud gasp and she was all over me in a second, inspecting me from head to toe. "Are you okay?! Did he hurt you? Did he...?" She trailed off and my eyes widened. "No! He didn't hurt me and he didn't do anything to me." I answered, almost defensively and she sighed in relief. "That man is dangerous, Beth. Uriah King is the next in line to lead a dangerous Mafia clan of which his Uncle is the current leader. They kill innocent people and they do so many bad things."

“Lorenzo’s allies are coming for me and my children. I’m the one who knows their weaknesses, their moves. You want to survive? Then you follow my lead.” Aleksandr chuckled, dark amusement flickering in his eyes. “Bold, Elena. Very bold. But do you really think we’ll follow you just because you demand it?” “I think you’ll follow me because I’m the only one who can lead you to victory,” I said, my voice steady. “And because if you don’t, you’ll lose everything.” Silence fell over the room as the three mafia kings weighed my words. Each of them had their own reasons for mistrusting me, but they also had their own reasons for survival. Finally, it was Luca who bro

Sirius’s eyes twinkled as he pushed a piece of hair behind my ear and smiled teasingly before whispering, “Even I, the arrogant, self-centered Mafia King, still need to eat.” Before I could stop the words from tumbling out of my mouth, I said, “I knew Kings ate, just not devils.” He stilled a disappointed tension in his jaw, before walking himself to the best spot in the restaurant, where the one-way window provides a full view of the bustling street outside. He has been staring at the menu for the past ten minutes as if he hasn’t seen it before. “I can’t believe the King is eating my food,” Yolanda squeals before turning around seriously to the staff, “None of you better fuck up this food,

*Heidi* I blink once, twice, my brain struggling to make sense of the words that just came out of Cal’s mouth. Irish Kings? What the fuck is that? Why do I recognize this name from somewhere? But where…? Then it occurs to me, like a meteor hitting me straight in the face. Irish Kings… That’s the name of the Irish mafia gang in New York. I have no idea why or where I remember it from, but I might have read about them at some point in the past, or heard about them on TV or in the news.

I shouted, my voice echoing through the dining room. “You’re Capo dei Capi. That means you’ve always got a target on your back. Allies matter. I’ve been having meetings to help you! Dammit!” My blood turned to fire. “Listen well, because I won’t say it again,” I growled, venom in my tone. “I am your fucking King. If I don’t assign something, you don’t fucking do it. The next time you meet anyone behind my back, I’ll consider it a breach of Omertà and won’t hesitate to put a bullet in your head.”

“Camila…” She rose up on her toes, her hand sliding to the back of my neck. “Stop thinking about her,” she whispered. “Stop letting her poison your mind.” And then her lips were on mine. For a split second, I froze. This was Camila. Isabella’s best friend. My fiancée’s—my ex-fiancée’s—maid of honor. But then the thought dissolved. Because Isabella had betrayed me. She’d thrown away three years for one night with a stranger. She’d destroyed everything.