Romans & histoires Saved By The Mafia King

“I know you might think I am making things up but I am not and for your own good, you better not try anything. unlike that day, there are men at the gate. They don’t know anything about you and they might not readily ask who you are before they pull the trigger.” Guns? He had men with guns? If this is Italy and he has men with guns, then he must be some kind of mafia boss. I wanted to laugh at his made-up stories but the chances of everything being true weren’t zero. “I will send someone to you. Tell them what you want to eat and they will get it for you. Because I don’t trust you to remain still, your windows can’t be opened from the inside. The door will be left open because the front door

He met Salvatore’s gaze again. “Fix your eyes down, boy!” Salvatore roared. “I am the Mafia King of Italy. No little pvssy, not even my son looks me in the eye!” he grabbed Jayden’s face, squeezing his cheeks painfully. “I never needed you. You’re a weak disappointment. I should’ve killed you the day you were born.” Jayden’s breathing turned sharp and cold. “That’s your biggest mistake because I will be the one to put you in the ground. I will bury you myself, Salvatore!”

My gaze was glued to the screen, each word fueling the storm inside me. Seven years. Seven whole years and Liam still managed to parade around with that fabricated sorrow, pretending to the public. I clicked on the video attached to the news and I watched him faking a cry, I felt like tearing him from limb to limb. But, I leaned back, letting memories flood in. I never once regretted stepping into that sleek black car seven years ago, from an unknown stranger, who just sent me a strange letter and a one-way ride out of hell. Only later did I discover who had rescued me Rocco Bianchi—the infamous Mafia king and business tycoon. I thought I was saved from hell only to be thrown in a cage.

“Come. Shower with me. Then we eat. Then I take you to see the man who once sold you, so you can look him in the eye and decide what, if anything, you still owe him.” He held out his hand. Lucia looked at it for a long moment, the same hand that had once forced her into a black Mercedes, that had pinned her down and taken her virginity, that had killed for her, that now waited with quiet, terrifying certainty. She placed her hand in his. Damian’s fingers closed around hers, warm and unbreakable. Outside, the day continued its indifferent march. Inside the quiet bedroom, the woman who had once hated the Mafia King rose and followed him into the morning of a life she no longer wanted to escape

I protest. "You’re telling me a mafia kingpin swoops in, lifts you over a wall like a hero in some story, and you’re a stranger to him?" "Exactly. I never met him before last night," I insist. "So he just saves you for fun? Gives you a ride from the police station just for laughs?" "Yes," I say, my voice firm despite my nerves.

"I am sorry Miranda, please try to understand that I can't get away from him now. Salvatore not only owns the biggest casino in the city but he also has branches all over the globe. He is as wealthy as he is powerful, they even named him the Mafia King." I looked up at my father, it's just like saying that I couldn't say no and I have no choice. The old man said they would kill him if I didn't agree.

"who are you ? what you do ? why you you have so many gurads and why do everyone call you king ? it alerted me she didn,t know i am mafia king should i tell her will she get scared will she run away like all other people i love but i can,t lie she deserve the truth at least this one. " i am mafia king and i am in mafia the eagles are my gang and we are the most powerful and ruthless one " i said the words which i knew gonna effect her .

“You should have done your research beforehand. Perhaps you won’t fail stealing from another mafia.” He grunted. “Who are you?” She finally withdrew her gun and squatted down to his level. The confidence of this woman was beyond me. “Allow me to introduce myself. La regina. The queen of the mafia.” His chuckle was taunting yet with desperation. “There is no queen in the mafia.”

Keya's POV "How could he do this to anyone?" I just thought and tears rolled over my cheeks, which are wiped off by Abeer. I know he is the king of the mafia, it doesn't mean that he kills every person around him and treats them like an animal. I know he is cruel but never faced his cruelty before. Tears are flooding over my cheeks making them soaking wet. "Stop crying," He said orderly. "Stop the guards. They were our guards, not yours that you ordered them like you are owning them. Stop them," I roared crying out.

There was Don Salvador, who everyone boasted, had won the great mafia war with a single bullet; Lord Pedro who was said to have had the most wives; Bruno the Wild who no one dared to call so while he lived… the pictures went back as far as the all, and there were more. Mama had not brought them all. At the very end of the long hall, there he was: Papa, the golden Mafia king (or so he liked to call himself). He was the best. The greatest. He had not done much but that was not the point. He had fought for his family. He was a man. He was a true king. And soon, he would join him, right there on that wall. Ernesto inhaled. He would make sure of it.