Mafia Queen 소설 & 이야기

Chief says, and we three took a seat across from him. “Do we have to go on some mission? Chief.” I asked, looking at the stakes of files on his table. “You can say that.” He takes out some files and opens a folder, sliding it towards us. “You know about the underworld mafia queen, she is coming back to France.” He says. My gaze went to a picture and my heart started beating loudly against my ribcage. Valencia!! It's a photograph of her, she doesn't show much of her face in the media and whoever sees her face, they're not alive anymore.

"A fucking pain in the ass. Doesn't stop pushing any of my buttons." His fiancée was Moya Vitiello. The Italian Mafia psycho. Crazier than any of the dons in that regions. She's known as the Dead Queen. The batshit crazy woman who doesn't mind killing anyone. Dimitri told me about how their first meeting was her shooting her brother and wanting to kill her dad. She most definitely was crazy but in the long run I think she was the right match for Dimitri. Both were psychos. "will the big bad Dimitri fall in love for once?" I teased him.

We arrived at the warehouse that my cybermen operated and after unlocking the entrance with fingerprint, patterns and face lock, the door opened. We crossed paths with the Chief who took us into the operating room where all hands were on deck. “What’s the update? I had a restless night because of that case.” I sighed, rubbing my forehead. “You shouldn’t when you already have the Mafia Queen with you.” he said with a creepy smile. I looked at Axel and back at him in confusion. “Mafia Queen? Who is that?” I wondered anxiously. “KIM2002 of course.” he said affirmatively.

I assure you. —Sooner or later, your nature will surface, and you won’t be able to escape it. Isabela had always wanted to escape the fate her father had set for her, but destiny, just as he had said, caught up with her. She had become what her sister desired—a mafia queen. Now, she faced the darkness she had always tried to flee from. She was the Moretti queen, and no matter how many tried to take Alejandro down… As long as she was alive, no one would touch her husband.

“He’s a mafia king, Chloe. Isaac’s death is just the beginning. If Nicholas finds out you saw it—if he even suspects you’re the one who could burn everything down—he’ll kill you. No second chances. No hesitation. Not even a goodbye.” “No,” she said, shaking her head as she backed toward the open door. “Nicholas wouldn’t—he wouldn’t hurt me.” Adrian laughed under his breath. “You think you know him? That you’re somehow different?” His smile was cruel now. “He’s a man who built his empire on blood and fear. And you… you’re a threat wrapped in a pretty face.” Tears burned her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. “Please…” “Get in the car,” he said, his voice losing the playful edge, now shar

“Remind me again why you chose to stay in New York instead of living here.” He laughed, and then he leaned forward and kissed my forehead. I felt like a little princess, holding onto my dashing prince while we rode our carriage through our beautiful kingdom. Adrian certainly fit the look, with his chiseled jaw, dark eyes, and dangerous smile that made me weak at the knees. I could certainly see myself sitting beside him as he ruled his kingdom, and I supported him as his mafia queen. That would be a magical life.

I snapped, slamming my palm against the desk beside me for emphasis. He shrugged, slowly, deliberately. “What are you talking about?” I slammed the documents in my hand onto the table—the ones that had everything I needed on Kai. That’s when it hit me fully. His name. Kai Slayer. A deadly mafia lord, disguised, building an empire under his own control. I had heard the name Kai Slayer before. Everyone had. But I didn’t expect him to be this young, this daring. Not the face he showed. Not someone who could be as dangerous, maybe more, than my dad’s empire.

My heart was pounding, and my hands were shaking, hidden at my side, but I wouldn't let her see that. ​If this man was a Mafia lord, then I was a Mafia queen. I am going to find out exactly what kind of game was being played in this beautiful, gilded cage. As soon as I was out of her line of sight, I leaned my hand against a cold marble pillar, catching my breath. My back was throbbing in time with my pulse, and the bravado I had just displayed felt like a thin porcelain mask ready to crack. ​I needed to find him.

, I begin. "Fuck, he sounds hot." Adele groans and flattens herself on the bed. I stare off to the side before sighing, "He is, very much so," I respond. "So, who exactly is he? Is he a student at our school or someone you met on a job?" Before I say anything, I glance at her. "He's the next leader of the Italian Mafia." She gasps and sits up straight, her eyes widening in surprise. "Oh god, he's bound to be a fucking king in the sheets."

"Queen Nicole, I will investigate this matter immediately. Such an incident should never have occurred on my turf." I waved a hand dismissively. "No need. The culprit is right here." Merla flinched at my words, then hesitantly stepped forward. "Um… my dear fiance, you must be mistaken. Nicole was just a cheerleader from my high school. How could she possibly be the Queen of the Mafia? "I mean, we've known each other since high school. If she had any sort of background, wouldn't I know?" Even at this point, Merla clung to a sliver of hope. As far as she knew, I was just an ordinary office worker, barely scraping by at the bottom of society.