Romans & histoires Royal Blood And Mafia Knight

No one wanted to believe it, but every word I spoke was true. I learned about it when I was older, but I never gave it much thought. I wasn't interested in their business. Since my mom had already forgiven her husband, I believed I had no right to question his past. "I am not only the rightful heir to the Rossi empire; I am the only one carrying royal blood." I took a slow breath and gently wrapped my arms around my belly. "And more importantly... above all else... I carry the blood of the previous Mafia King in my womb."

He already trusted me. “How did you know where Viktor was?” Nic asked instead and I knew then that he had no plans to hand that painting to me. “I am an Irish mafia princess not some heiress you found from a rich family. I have underground connections and I know a lot of things. You’re also deflecting. The topic at hand was not the means I used to help your brother. It’s about the painting.” Nico smirked. “I don’t have it right now. I had someone take it back to Italy last night after I figured out we were getting married. You should thank Nero because I would have given you a fake one and you wouldn’t know the difference.”

He was meticulously constructing a tall, miniature castle, its sharp spires and steep parapets resembling the fortified seats of medieval royalty. My thoughts drifted back to my conversations with Raphael. The previous night, Raphael had mind-linked me with an update. He had contacted someone from his former Pack to inquire further about the legendary royal bloodlines. The news he received was bleak. It was believed that the true royal bloodlines had died out generations ago. In an attempt to preserve their pure blood and the special abilities that came with it, they had practiced strict inbreeding, which eventually led to severe reproductive problems. Worse still, their extraordinary abilit

"Let me go. Give me the antidote and let me go." "Not until you give me what I want," he said, his other hand coming up to my face. "Your blood. Just a little. To see if Mara was right." He pulled a small knife from his belt. The same kind Mara used. Panic exploded in my chest. "No! Stop!" He sliced my palm. Fast. Blood welled up. Red, but in the moonlight, it shone almost silver. Kael's eyes went wide. "Silver blood. She was right. You are Royal White Wolf. The last one."

Elena touched her cheek affectionately. “Come and have dinner with us tomorrow. Valentina has been complaining that she hasn't seen you all week.” That brought a genuine laugh from Isabella. “I'll come.” Later that night, Alessandro entered his study to find Marco waiting with a folder. “You said Roberto's name appeared in the transaction records.” Marco placed the folder on the desk. “We traced the donation. The money came through an account connected to one of Roberto's old businesses. It was then transferred to the foundation through a company associated with Victor Salvatore.”

I inquired, fully comprehending the rationale behind his actions. It appears that Count David has already identified a candidate to endorse. "The royal family was responsible for the death of your father, as well as numerous other individuals' siblings. They were aware that the mission was nearly impossible to complete, yet they compelled us to proceed," Count David stated. "What was the objective of the mission?" I inquired with interest. "The mission was to obtain saint blood," they replied. "You may not be familiar with the fact that the royal family has a contingent of demi-saints at their disposal. This is why Princess Ladia's influence is so significant, despite her lack of legal autho

They are an exception. “Even though you're an assassin, I'm not afraid of you! You see... ” she pointed to her tattoo—“I'm a mafia boss' daughter." She said proudly, her voice brave, despite her knees slightly trembling. Interesting, she’s a mafia royal. Mafia Royal is a son or daughter of mafia boss which also includes me and I hate it, no scratch that, I despise it. She grabbed something from her back in one swift motion, and I groaned when I realized it was a gun.

My fingers catch the neckline of her blouse within her hair and as I move it, my mark is exposed. I now understand why Morpheus’s wolf form is howling at a moon that looks like 2 crowns. We are both from a Royal bloodline, so instead of just a wolf with a crown on its head with the moon behind it, as Malik and Rania have, being from the Lycan Royal bloodline, ours reflect the two separate Royal bloodlines. Her shifter Royal bloodline and my Lycan Royal bloodline finally being brought together and entwined.

Their father, who was the ruler at that time and the respected throne holder of Garcia before master Leonardo being the first son of current generation became the heir for the almighty throne. The ill and dirty relations of their father was exposed soon when the mistress got pregnant with Hannah. The whole mafia was stunned to learn that news and when the word later got spread in the entire alliance it turned from a mere gossip to extreme humiliation for the royal family no time... It was such a disgraceful act! Owning a mistress was not a deal but getting her pregnant was actually the one! A mistress holds no right to carry any royal blood in her womb, it was believed and considered as a cr

"Hardly, Deverioux. It's Charlie Mochiatto." My blood ran cold as he introduced himself, his face flashing in front of my eyes now that I knew who I had been talking to. If anything, it just made the situation that much more confusing. The last time I'd seen the Frankie Brothers, I was chasing Cynthia down and trying to figure out her plan. They hadn't been very cooperative, but I hadn't held that against them–not much anyway. "What did I do to you?" I asked, cutting to the chase. Sending a mafia boss a box of black roses was no playing matter–it was an open declaration of war. This was a notice that I needed to watch my back because there was a giant target painted on it.