Signed To The Mafia King Novels & Stories

He said and a man in the crowd stepped out, holding a black dagger and sizing it at Dante’s neck. Dante has a blank stare, trying not to flinch while my entire body itched. Negative thoughts clustered around my mind, which included how the man could easily take Dante’s head by mistake, but he was unbothered. “Death shall be your final destination when you betray your brothers during your reign. Do you accept that?” The old man asked, and Dante nodded. “I accept it.” The man turned around to face the entire crowd. “I now present to you, the mafia king of the Red mafia!”

Except… One hand and two tiny plucks would quickly render such a beautiful creature helpless. Helpless against predators and the elements. Powerless against being crushed under the sole of a heavy boot. A boot that would undoubtedly belong to David. After all, such elegant creatures needed to be reminded exactly how fragile they were. "Erhm, Don. We do need you to sign off on this." An uncertain cough broke the mafia boss from dark thoughts. His eyes narrowed as his gaze lingered on the butterfly for a moment longer. The Mafia boss returned his attention to the desk and the document atop it.

Is he seriously threatening me by showing me that freaking tape. I took a deep breath. "Okay, who is King?" I asked but I couldn't help the murderous glare I was giving him. An amused smile formed on his beautiful lips. Why is this bastard smiling now?? "He is our mafia king" "M-mafia king?" I stuttered. "do you belong to mafia?" Fear was evident in my voice. Do mafia's really exist.?. I was just out of criminal world, they do exist. It's not like I'm thinking about the werewolves.

She squeaked clasping her hands together. "Yeah.. a toasted one" I gritted out, and one of the men that accompanied the Mafia king chuckled softly, speaking of the Mafia king I finally got a good view of him, his striking green eyes which had flecks of brown in them gazed at me with a cold look, he was clad in a Black dress suit and black trousers, his raven black hair jelled neatly to the side, he was well built his muscles rippled whenever he moves. "We would be taking Amelia Starling today to the airport as she is to start work tomorrow," The Mafia King said his eyes trailing over me.

It was too quiet for my liking. Sol would definitely prefer it this way. That’s why my babbo wanted him to lead the family. Babbo was named the Mafia King. Sol took over when he died and now… there’s me. A woman who is leading one of the world’s biggest mafia. After making people know that the king was actually a queen, I thought for sure someone would dare come after me. Perhaps I have instilled fear too much after wiping out those scums. “What’s with that sigh, Cara?”

I expressed my gratitude for him. “And thank you for accepting me with all my flaws. You still choose to live with a mafia king.” He said and wrapped me in his embrace. I felt happy to be claimed by the mafia king. [ The End ]

Even with half his face hidden, she could see his eyes—dark, intense, completely focused on her. "Sold!" The gavel came down with a crack that echoed through the room. "Sold to the Shadowking." The zip ties around her wrists were cut. Strong hands steadied her as her knees buckled. "Mrs. Blackthorne," the masked man's voice was closer now, intimate. "Or should I say, Mrs. Valentino?" Serena's head snapped up. "What?" "The marriage papers were signed the moment I placed the winning bid. You belong to me now."

He replied to her. "I'm not praising you." She rolled her eyes. "I'm not even dying to hear the compliments from you." He said while looking at her. "You are so boring." She commented "I’m not sitting here to entertain you." He replied her "Then make me comfortable and entertain me." "Oh hello, excuse me! I’m the King of the Mafia World. " "If you're a mafia king, then don't you eat?" "If you're a mafia king, then don't you sleep?"

I raised an eyebrow, ready for him to spill the beans. "The former mafia chief advisor is interested in putting you through your paces. To be the Mafia King in ten years, they want someone who is dedicated and has a stable life. In order to prove that their Mafia King is serious about his duties, they urge you to tie the knot already.” Jeric said. I laughed at what he said and replied, “Who changed the rules?” "No changes were made to the rules, Santiago. All of the Mafia Kings who have died have a wife by their side."

he continued, “you have no place in the underworld. You're no longer the Mafia King. The title is being passed to my one and only son—Liam Romero.” My so-called brother smirked proudly. “My son is ready to rule. You were just clearing the path for him,” he laughed. “And don’t bother fighting it. The day you became Mafia King, you signed documents. If you ever got pregnant, your title would be stripped, your identity erased. You’re nothing now. Just a slut who couldn’t keep his legs closed.” So that’s why I was never allowed to go to school. So I’d never understand the documents I was signing.