Signed To The Mafia King Novels & Stories

'Master said I should bring you some food " she said as she dropped the food on the bed . she turned to leave but I stopped her . "please help me " I said but she refused to say a word . "please I need to get home " I begged her , tears filling my eyes. "sorry i can't help you , because nobody can leave the mafia once you are in "she said and left before I could say anything I couldn't believe my ears , the mafia ? I am screwed , how the hell did I get myself into this mess ? I thought as tears streamed down freely down my face.

Why does he play with me when he has so many things to do. It's not long since I found out that he is a Spanish mafia King. It was like the ground beneath my feet slipped away. I am still processing the information. Why would mafia King take an interest in me? Why does he want to make my life so much different? He has already had his way with me, can't he leave me alone now? I want to scream these questions at him but I have no courage. I am terrified of him. Why did I meet him that night?

I couldn't get even a pinch of food to eat and couldn't scream out to demand one. It was obvious he intended to starve me until I begged for a meal. Such a monster. To think I was falling for him in the first place. How could a charming-looking man like him be this heartless and cold within? Well, as they say, the cute ones are the most dangerous... He was a mafia man and that was enough to answer my question. Not just a mafia man, he was the fvcking King. I now see why he is proud and...... Pompous.

Adrian The room was a cage disguised as luxury. Silk sheets that mocked my freedom. Crystal lamps that lit up my despair like spotlights on a prisoner. I paced like a trapped animal, chest heaving, fists clenched until my nails bit into my palms, drawing tiny crescents of pain that grounded me. How did it come to this? One stupid night in a club, one moment of weakness, and now I was the “wife” - no, the WIFE- of Adrian Valente, the mafia king who thought he could own me like a pretty trinket on his shelf.

The first rat didn’t even run. He lounged behind a seafood stall in Alfama, puffing a cheap cigarette, bragging into his burner phone about how the “King” wouldn’t dare show himself in public anymore. He didn’t notice my shadow until my boot shattered his knee sideways with a pop like cracking lobster shells. He shrieked, I silenced it by grabbing his jaw and slamming his skull against the wall. “Talk,” I hissed, my thumb pressed so deep into his throat he sputtered foam instead of words.

He held a folded piece of paper in one hand. “Miss Julia,” he said formally. “The mafia king is calling for you in his office. Immediately.” I froze. My knees threatened to buckle beneath me, and my hands clutched the straps of my bag so tightly that my fingers went numb. The words “mafia king” carried a weight that felt like iron pressing on my chest. My breaths came short and sharp. Phoebe stepped closer, her hand brushing my back. “It’s okay, Miss Julia. I’m here,” she said softly, but her eyes betrayed her concern.

he said. Not a warning. A fact. Her voice dropped. "I didn’t choose this." His eyes held hers. "No." A pause. "I did." The words settled into her bones. Possession. Claim. Truth. He had pulled her into his world. And he had no intention of letting her leave. A sharp knock broke the moment. Three knocks. Precise. Controlled. Arun’s hand dropped instantly. The softness vanished. The Mafia King returned. "Come in," he said coldly.

A nervous laugh escaped me—then immediately turned into a groan as I clutched my stomach. Nope. It didn’t help. I was still panicking. Because here was the issue: Damiano wasn’t some random guy you clap back at, then mute on I*******m. No. He was Damiano freaking Valentino. Mafia lord and Salvatore's third in command. Murderous glare. Walking nightmare in an expensive suit. And I… I had just told him off. “Congratulations,” I muttered to myself, dragging my palms down my face until my cheeks squished like a sad pancake. “You’ve officially signed your own death certificate—with glitter pen. Maybe he’ll frame it.”

Again they all shook their heads. “Then it seems to me you shouldn’t have problems with this. You signed the agreement without looking into the information because I see it clear on the paperwork that it does say Nikolai is the Russian mafia and and this agreement was also signed by an Archer Isla Martago and he’s the Lycan King, if the Lycan King is on board you shouldn’t worry, after all your profiting off this agreement why worry now?” Edward’s face was red with anger and he slams his fist against the table. My father stood to his feet and I did the same.

He laughed and sarcastically replied,"I am not afraid of your bloody mafia organisation. I'm not going to sign and it's my final call, guards take him away from my sight. I would like to return back." He insulted me , mocking my anger to the limit. "Sure then, come at me with all you got!" "Kill him!" John ordered his men and I was surrounded by ten men. They all were armoured with rifles and guns. I took the last puff on my cigarette before disposing it. I raised my hands up in the air as a sign of surrender. "Well, look at the Mafia king . He has just surrender himself to me!" John commented sarcasm dripping off his every word.