Romans & histoires Saved By The Mafia King

"I swear to god if you dont get your ass right here, I -" "FINE" I shouted taking a seat still quite further from him. Infuriating human. My stomach growled at the sight of the pizza and before he can say anything I took a piece for myself. Fortunately, he didn't say anything just took the remote going through N*****x. The guy doesn't even have a my list. I guess it is stupid to assume, the mafia king here watches N*****x he is bored. He probably does other things, but what? "What do you want to see?" He asks his eyes on me.

He was losing a lot of blood yet he stood there reprimanding his men as if he had forgotten that a bullet just went right in through him. "Rodrigo" I called out to him unable to take it anymore. Turning to me, he arched up his brow at me and I frowned. This man might be annoying and disrespectful towards me and probably every other girl out there but he just saved my life and I can't let him die even though I wanted him to. His death will bring me so much joy and calm my soul, the only thing that it was not going to do was pay back the debt that I owed him, however, it was going to go a long way since I would be doing the world a favor by getting rid of a notorious Mafia King.

Harley said, Vivian and other girls supported her, and they moved on convoys untill they arrived at Ricardo's kingdom, After all the hurdles and difficulties they met on their way coming back home with the money, they arrived home safely, despite most of them sustain Injuries, they came home with the loaded briefcase, Their empire grew, fueled by the ruthlessness and cunning of the mafia king and his right hand woman.l, In this chaotic world of darkness and deceit, they found a twisted sense of belonging, reveling in the madness they had created, As Vivian, Harley, and the girls returned home from the night club, laughter and excitement filled the air. They had successfully completed a missi

“Someone shot at me and Marco.” I inhaled and exhaled. Luca was the King of the Mafia. The Monster. This was normal to him, probably. I wouldn’t lose my cool. I knelt in front of him and started unbuttoning his shirt. “Damn it, Luca. This is our wedding night. The least you could have done was return to me in one piece.” He groaned when I peeled the bloody shirt off his shoulders. “I fucking tried. What do you think I was doing? Waiting there for them to shoot at me like a living target?”

Over the past handful of days, the hospital had been rife with rumors. “I am.” Still no inflection, like the man had become the mask. No explanation, no excuses. So, I pressed on. “That you unified the Mafia for profit.” “I did.” I should be grateful that he wouldn’t deny what I knew to be true—that Aldo Marcello was one of the most feared Mafia kings to ever rule the streets of New York. Iron-fisted, my co-workers whispered to each other, words hushed by fear and awe. Ruthless. Domineering. Nobody can oppose his rule.

She said but I barely heard a word she said after she mention Marcello. I was actually with Marcello Romano, the mafia king of Sicily! I started sweating, felt unable to breath so I rushed out of the café to catch some fresh air and wrap my mind around this earth shattering revelation. Marcello Romano took care of me. He could had taken advantage of me but he didn’t. Either, he’s only pretending to be a gentleman to gain my trust or he’s really a nice person and I have judged him wrongly. With these conflicting thoughts, I didn’t realize when it started pouring and I was about to rush back into the café when a van stopped and before I could understand anything, two masked men jumped out and

He should have just left with me, but his pride wouldn't let him. "Surrounded," Ted chuckled. "Your pawn has no place to go, just waiting to die like you. What are you going to do now Alessandro? How will you save yourself from this?" "He's going to die," one of the spectators commented. "And lose his girl, who would have thought the Mafia King was such a bad player." "He's a mafia king, what???" Their comments made me feel more frightened. This wasn't going to end well. "Oh, Ted," Alessandro snickered. "You were so busy with proving your worth by attacking me with all your pawns that you stupidly left your king unguarded."

I can’t afford to lose her, not after all I’ve gone through because of my siblings and her. I have to do whatever it takes to keep her alive, even if I end up being a slave to that heartless bastard Lucas Durego. I know it is not right to disobey king Dominic, considering all he has done for me and my sisters, but I just have to go and save my mom. It’s obvious that his plan is not working, the Mafia Lord doesn’t want to see me and I’m sure he has no plans of saving me. The best thing right now is to go and save my mother, then after all this is over, I can go over to the castle and apologize to king Dominic for flaunting his orders. I know he will definitely forgive me, he is not as heartle

The silk sheets mended on my body, like a warm marshmallow, my breath felt better, I twirled in my sleep when I tried to move my hand I could not, that’s when my eyes snapped open, and I came into realization of what could be happening. The nightmare, it’s not a nightmare, it’s my new reality, one that I may never be able to escape from I am the prisoner of Liam Moretti, the mafia king, the Lord to all wrongdoings and it terrified me

I can't believe my brothers murderer is this close and I can't do anything, my heart stung as I continued wiping the table. “Five million by Friday,” the Italian murmured his voice cracking “Cash” A pause then his deep, low and dangerous voice came“You think money fixes betrayal?” the Italian flinched, his grip tightening on the glass of vodka he was holding “It's not betrayal pakhan It’s… a misunderstanding.” “You gave my shipment route to orlov men.” Mikhail’s words were barely heard but were sharp and radiating danger “That is not a misunderstanding that is suicide.”