Pair Of Kings Mitchel Musso Novels & Stories

Leonardo is nowhere to be seen but as I walk to the studio room the TV catches my attention as a news is on it. " The Owners of one of the biggest American trading company ," The Kings" , the kings brothers are taken to police custody in charges of drugs dealing. There are rumours about having strong proves against them." The King's... Aren't they the ones who were bothering Leonardo and David? They are arrested for the charges of drugs dealing!??? Are they really involved in drugs dealing or it's a false charge on them? A false charge by Leonardo?

One of them also started curling my hair while the other one was busy choosing a dress for me. How do I tell them that I am not Mia Denmarks? How do I tell them that I am also a servant like them? "C-Can I ask you a question?" "Yes, Milady?" one of the maids said. "I-Is Mr. Vonstein really a mafia boss?" She giggled but made a straight face upon noticing I was actually serious about my question. " Yes, Milady. Master Henry is a mafia boss. He is leading the most powerful gang here in the country."

It took every ounce of my skill not to gasp. Three kings. I had three kings, along with a four and a queen. Three kings. I nearly wept with relief. It was as if fate had decided I was gambling for the right reasons and deserved to win. Maybe the universe was on my side and wanted me to save my sister. Unless it was more than fate. I looked up through my lashes toward the young dealer. Could he be helping me? Micheal was about my age, and he’d come twice to our apartment for dinner.

“Alpha Nate? Maybe Alpha White?” Shaking my head, I rolled my eyes at her. “How about just Nate?” “How about Rogue King?” My eyes narrowed. “Don’t even joke about that. I’ve got enough on my hands. I don’t even have a pack that’s fully functional yet.” “Alright, alright. Still. Solaris was the Rogue King.” “It’s not passed down like that, Lor.” She shrugged. “I don’t know about that. Compassion and strength go hand in hand. They also come in pairs.”

It was a little past 9 PM when the mansion's heavy silence began to thicken with tension. Vincenzo De Luca, ruthless Mafia boss, lay shirtless on a dark leather bench, his chiseled frame illuminated by the soft amber glow from the chandelier above. His eyes were half-closed, body relaxed, as the subtle scent of cedarwood cologne filled the air.

Vallea sat tied to the chair her hair hung over her face. The water was thrown over her She slowly opened her eyes they cut hair. "Good afternoon Vallea it’s nice to see you are finally with us." "Who are you?" "I’m Nicolo Russo. The maffia king." Oh great a fucking ameture. "You are not the Mafia king, my brother Matteo Robustelli is." "I am and you should remember that.’ "Why am I here?" "You are here as bate, my princess."

Her sister, sick and vulnerable, would pay the price for her foolishness. “Which pack are you from?” Kaelen demanded, his tone clipped. He needed information, facts, anything to anchor himself in the face of this maelstrom of emotion. “Silver… Silver Creek, Your Majesty,” she stammered, her voice barely a whisper. “Silver Creek,” he repeated, the name tasting like ash in his mouth. It was a small, unassuming pack, known for its quiet diligence, not for producing powerful mates. He ran a hand through his dark hair, dislodging a cloud of flour. He felt trapped, cornered by fate in this dusty, forgotten corridor. He wanted to rage, to roar his frustration to the uncaring stone walls. But he cou

Despite knowing that he was already treading on a thin line with David. "Yes Don. But there are-" The sentence wasn't finished before the right-hand man found himself forcefully pinned against the hood of the car. His legs were pinned by the other man's knees pressing into them painfully as the powerful Mafia boss towered over him pinning his hands above his head. He could feel the anger rippling through the other's body. A stark contrast to the calm, unreadable expression on his face. Miguel knew that he should have been scared in his current position. Yet, he couldn't push back the small tingle of excitement that went up his spine as the thick scent of vanilla and mint assaulted his senses

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,