Signed To The Mafia King Novels & Stories

“Do you always take your time when your father’s life is on the line?” Amara’s mouth opened, but no words came. He walked toward her slowly, predatory. The room seemed to shrink with each step. “I—I'm here,” she whispered. “You said... if I came, you’d let him go.” He tilted his head, studying her. “I said I’d consider it.” Her eyes flashed. “You’re a liar.” A low chuckle escaped him, dark and amused. “I’m a mafia king, tesoro. Not a priest.”

his partner, Lina nodded at him, smiling professionally. “You’re younger than we expected the king to be.” Damon said smoothly, changing the topic, his eyes still watching Killian closely after the deadly glare he threw at his partner. Killian turned his cold gaze to the man while Damon continued “Seems like the news travels fast.” he chuckled “We were all shocked. The mafia king turning out to be the top business tycoon? Impressive. Business is just another battlefield. And yes, the king owns it all. We’re hoping for a future collaboration.”

There was something oddly familiar about him, like I'd met him before, but I couldn't place where or when. "What is a mafia don's greatest weakness?" Because my vision had shifted to Vincenzo, I noticed his body go rigid the moment he heard the question. When I looked into his eyes, I saw it. It was easy to miss, but I'd seen it. Subtle, yet unmistakable. Pain. A feeling I knew all too well. His gray eyes immediately darkened on me. "It's easy," he replied to the question without bothering to concede to the man who'd asked the question. "Money."

Stefano Valentino, the king of the Italian mafia. A ruthless man, who kills, like he is taking a walk. A man, the whole world fears. It was time for that, King, to rise and conquer what was his. Yes. Mine Tiara doesn't even know, what she had signed herself, for. She had sold herself to the devil. A devil, who will protect her, only to cage her in his arms. It didn't take long for me to track her whereabouts. Not was tough to dig into her past.

he ask while we walk out of his house. I look at him like he's stupid "I'm not apart of the mafia I am the mafia," I say. He raises an eyebrow at me. "okay, maybe I'm not the mafia but I am a mafia queen I was born into the mafia so I'm mafia by blood," I tell him. he nods his head in understanding. "but seriously I am the mafia technically because Luca is the King of all mafia and he is the mafia so technically I am the mafia," I say trying to convince Blake but it didn't seem to work cause all he did was bust out and laugh. I pout a little and go over to Luca and I's car. "

Alessandro sat there, holding a bloodstained crown in one hand and a note in the other. He read: "Leave the mafia king's position willing, or be taken down. Blood has been spilled, yours is next!"

Vallea sat tied to the chair her hair hung over her face. The water was thrown over her She slowly opened her eyes they cut hair. "Good afternoon Vallea it’s nice to see you are finally with us." "Who are you?" "I’m Nicolo Russo. The maffia king." Oh great a fucking ameture. "You are not the Mafia king, my brother Matteo Robustelli is." "I am and you should remember that.’ "Why am I here?" "You are here as bate, my princess."

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 attested that I wouldn't face any problem in his mansion, in his captivity, as long as I behaved— Which also included not trying to free myself from my shackles. I couldn't help but nod because my body was thoroughly sapped, like a desiccated tree in the summer heat. I overworked myself with a futile idea of breaking free from my chains and attacking on Bulky Chucky, and taking off from here. What I didn't expect was that the Mafia King himself would come to see me the third time the door to my room would swing open.

I shouted, my voice echoing through the dining room. “You’re Capo dei Capi. That means you’ve always got a target on your back. Allies matter. I’ve been having meetings to help you! Dammit!” My blood turned to fire. “Listen well, because I won’t say it again,” I growled, venom in my tone. “I am your fucking King. If I don’t assign something, you don’t fucking do it. The next time you meet anyone behind my back, I’ll consider it a breach of Omertà and won’t hesitate to put a bullet in your head.”