Saved By The Mafia King Novels & Stories

I would rather not be here. “What? Are you scared?” Pedro asked with a dark expression. I didn't know these people were mafias. And he was their leader. The Mafia King. “You should respect him because he damn saved your life…” this time Zane was the one who said harshly. Earlier when they killed those two men. I wanted to run and get away from there. I chose not to be a part of it, unfortunately , I was dragged back to their den, which now I realized was the mafia hideout.

He wasn’t getting out of here alive and it was a fact he had known the instant Leonardo’s men had hauled him into the sub from the busy suburbs of New York. How he had been found was beyond him, but he must have been a fool to even imagine that he could get away from the D’Angelo clan and that too from Draco himself. Leonardo Draconis D’Angelo was called the Mafia King for a reason. He was known to kill first and ask questions of the dead body.

"The mafia king has one question." His face suddenly changed as his eyes regained clarity. "Why should he allow you to live? You like running your mouth, spreading little rumors. You like telling everyone what happened. Confidentiality is a foreign concept to your kind." "You wouldn't kill me," he said. "And what makes you think so?" I asked. "Because if you do, it will be clear that my rumors are true." "Of course it will," I said as I leaned towards him. "Which is why the mafia king doesn't want to kill you. He wants to destroy you.

Albern's emotions grew even more intense when he saw Rully, who again and again defended Harnum and put his body together to save his life. Albern's breathing was rising and falling due to emotion, he immediately slipped his dagger and he immediately kicked Rully in the stomach. Rully immediately fell backwards, he was holding his stomach which felt very painful and cramping due to the very strong kick from King Mafia.

“That body is made for fucking…” I whirled on him. My eyes flashing. “Don’t even think it.” With a growl I turned back to watching the girl. She was beautiful he was right about that. All long blonde hair and wide eyes that peeked out from beneath the curtain of her golden hair and her curves were mouth wateringly womanly, but she looked so normal. She didn’t look like the daughter of a mob boss. Looking at her you would never know that she had been born Mafia Royalty. A pampered little princess who lived a life of luxury at the pain and expense of others.

She turned her head and looked towards He Alondra, "Alondra, how did you guess his identity so quickly?" "At that time when I was still working in Pollard Group, I heard a colleague in the group who was good relationship with the CEO at a dinner party say that the Ms. Pollard was kidnapped by the Jack's Party in the United States and that he was the one who saved her ..." Alondra said.

"But she had already fallen too ill to be able to do anything, so she reached out to me because I have the power to intervene," "Don't think I saved you as a kindness. In return for saving your life, you lost your status as a Mafia," Salvatore informed as Sofia's breath hitched in her throat, her mind reeling with all the information, certain things from her past making all the more sense, like why her mother never wore a wedding ring, or why her 'parents' didn't share a room. "In return for saving your life, I got your birthright, and thereby, the Giordano Mafia."

He lowered his weapon slowly, surrendering himself at that one moment. The mysterious man laughed, wild and cruel, seeing Vincenzo helpless. “The mafia king was brought to his knees because of a woman,” the man mocked. The man pulled a swift knife from his pocket. Seraphina froze, her eyes widened with horror, unable to move. Just before the blade touched her skin, Vincenzo lunged. He shoved Seraphina back, grabbed the knife by its sharp tip, blood spilling instantly. His teeth clenched, and his face twisted with pain, but he didn’t let go. In one swift move, he reversed the knife and stabbed it deep into the man’s stomach. The attacker dropped with a scream, crumpling to the floor.

He shook his head no. “They did leave me a message for you three. That the King would be back.” “The king. Who is the king?” I ask him. “I don't know boss. I don't know. All I wanted was to keep them safe.” He looks at me with plea in his eyes. He's a orod man, born and raised in the Mafia, he wouldn't beg. “Very well. This would be quick.” Emilio's moves fast, grabbing him by his hair and raising his head up. “I'll get your daughter back.” He slices his throat open.

“Because I’ve been a private investigator for years, Alessia. And if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s this: there are lines you don’t cross. Ordinary cases? Fine. Fraud, missing persons, even the occasional messy homicide? Doable. But when the Mafia world is involved—when families like the Valentinos or the Morettis are involved—that’s where the line is. I don’t cross it. Ever.” I stared at him like he had grown a second head. “So that’s it? You’re just going to walk away from this? From him?” He didn’t so much as blink. “It’s not walking away. It’s surviving. It’s me saving my ass—which, if you haven’t noticed, is already in short supply in this country since it's a foreign one.” A laug