Signed To The Mafia King Novels & Stories

While preparing dishes, Anna told him everything that had happened between them, and his mouth remained open in shock. " You mean to say.. you and King... King and you.. are you two really together? " He yelled. " Sshhh.. yes, we are together now," she said while blushing. " Oh my God... We now had a Mafia Don in our friend circle, no correction, international Mafia King, it's awesome "

I spoke, while he looked at me with his intense gaze, "You're not the leader yet, right? I mean, you returned during Pearl's wedding, so you never got the 'Mafia Leader' title officially, because after that, you married me and we ended up here in Dubai." "You're smart," he said, looking at me with amusement. "And yes, you're right. Once we get back to the Bevine Mansion, I'll be crowned Mafia King." "Mafia King?" I asked, mystifyingly. What? Don't tell me the Mafia has kings and queens... "Well, we have an interesting system for our underworld. There's a Mafia throne, which belongs to the Mafia King or Queen, depending on who sits on it. I'll get the throne from my mom, once we get back," he

He smiled when he understood she was embarrassed,he shook head,giving his men a sign before he entered the car to the avenue where Antonio was having his engagement party with his girlfriend. Satisfied with the fact that Natasha was here by his side and he was going to do bad things to her body after the engagement party. She doesn't know how hard he was immediately he saw her in that gown,her exposed breast begging for his attention but he held himself,the night was too young. After tonight,she's going to know who her owner his,his going to imprint himself on her body,heart,and soul that she fucking belong to him. She belongs to the Mafia king.

Said the man angrily. “Sir, I know that she signed those papers and I know that she'll stick to them. But, she is my best officer and if there's even a single chance of saving her. Then I will save her.” Said the chief. “You still don't understand the situation, chief? Do you? Nicklaus, Wesley, took her. What proof do you have?” “Sir, I may not have proof, but I am clear on the fact that he is the mafia king.” “So what if he's the mafia king? Has he harmed our organization in any regard? Or has he ever harmed any innocent in any way?” Asked the man.

But even though he was right, and I agree with him, I don’t want to admit it. “We’re done for today. Get out.” I balled my hands into fists to fight the tears. The Mafia King scoffed at me with a mocking grin and said, “We’re not done, Juliette. You promised to do one thing for me, and I’m taking that now.” It was another blow for me. But there was nothing I could do about it. “That one thing is that…,” he paused to inhale a satisfaction and then said, “You do whatever I say.”

"You will be my guest here for one hundred days. I will *persuade* you. If I fail, you will be free to return to the States." "Good luck with that," she said, her voice laced with irony as she almost finished untying herself. "And the 'States'? Which country are we in?" "Mexico," he replied, his voice softening slightly, "In the home of a man you might call a… mafia lord." "Is that what you call yourself?" Kendra challenged with a small chuckle. She stood and darted towards the door behind him, a desperate bid for freedom. He reacted instantly, grabbing her waist and slamming her against the wall, her back to him.

Trying to reach him again, I said, "Please, don't do this. I promise, I will behave. I know I have been very stubborn and wild, but I will be more docile if you do not do this to me; you already took everything from me." "Sign the papers, Dolcezza, I will not ask again," he said as though whatever it aid did not matter to him, so I simply bent forward and signed the papers. I stared at the dotted line that had a small teardrop stain on it as I signed the papers that sealed my fate to the mafia king. As soon as I signed the paper, the lawyer took, nodded at Dominic, my husband, the name left a bittersweet taste in my mouth, and the man in the priest attire walked forward and said

"That's what happens." Martin's breath caught in his throat. His tears fell harder, his words stumbling out. "Please, don't kill me. I'll give you anything.'' The Mafia king straightened, taking another drag from his cigarette. He exhaled slowly, then gave a small, cruel smile. "Anything?" Martin nodded desperately. "Yes... anything." The Mafia King studied him for a long moment, smoke curling from his lips. Then he chuckled softly, like Martin had just told a joke.

Lia's hands wouldn't stop shaking on the steering wheel. She'd just slept with a mafia boss. A fucking mafia boss. Not some professional escort who'd disappear from her life after one night. Not some safe, anonymous transaction. No. She'd walked into the wrong room and ended up in bed with Caspian Nero. A man who ran the criminal underworld of Silvercrest. What the hell had she done? The early morning streets were empty as she drove home. Saturday dawn, the city still sleeping off Friday night. Lia felt like she was moving through a dream. Or a nightmare. She couldn't tell which. Her body ached in places that reminded her exactly what had happened.

And I like it that way. I'm called the King of the night for a reason. I'm a King because there's none like me. Yes, you can fúcking call me a god. I'm my own boss and the most desired by every Mafia Lord. Send me on a mission and be guaranteed it's a done deal. It doesn't matter who I'm sent to kill, or torture. It doesn't matter if he's the Mayor or the God-damn President. Just meet my demands and your enemy is down to the floor. Of course, I'm fucking expensive. For a man who never fails on a mission, I should be fucking expensive.