Novel & Cerita Signed To The Mafia King

“Princess, I only want you to understand one thing. I am the Head of the King Crime Family, I am a Mafia Boss, and I will always be. Yes, this was a right I was given when my father passed away. Now I could have ended his legacy with his last breath, but I want this. This is me. This is Hunter King.” “God, Hunter, I am starting to think that you are a lawyer, for you are stating your case so confidently.” I only but chuckle at her as I pull her back into the tightness of my chest. Her body is still trembling, and that heart of hers is pounding with purpose against mine. I will not make this any harder on her than it is already. “Princess, if you need to think of this, then you must.” “You wa

She looked up to search his eyes. His forehead dropped to hers. Grateful for her honesty. It was time to bare his all. " I am the mafia king."

A security camera swiveled toward me, but I stared right into it, daring them to keep me waiting. After a moment, the gate buzzed open, and I strode up the path to the front door. My presence alone was enough to make people tremble, and I knew it. I was Dante Moretti, the mafia king who made men beg for mercy. Today, I wasn’t here to offer any.

The fucking meeting I was heading for wasn't scheduled or called by me which only meant I didn't have to go. I held the door of the car for a few seconds then I let go of it, and backed away. “Send message to them. I'll reschedule the meeting.” I said, and headed back into the mansion. I had no idea who I was meeting with, or what the meeting was about which was even more reason to call it off. I am the king of the Mafia, I should call every damn meeting, and not the other way round. Back inside the building, I headed straight for my bedroom and dropped off my briefcase and my suit jacket, then I headed for the part of the mansion where Emma was located.

“Please. Send them back tonight and then stay out of my way and I'd stay out of yours. We’ll give you what you want, the lions heart, everything. But send your men back tonight.” He watched me for a long moment, that mafia king mask firmly in place. Then he reached for his phone. I stood there while he made the call, one clipped sentence. His man answered immediately. When he hung up, he looked at me again. “They’re moving back to the front of the property.” I nodded once. “Thank you.”

Sam has been keeping me posted with his progress with everything which I was glad was going smoothly. I took one step forward and heard a screeching sound behind me. I spun around to find King’s car returning with a speed not conducive for the little space left around here. I frowned, as it stopped before me. King stepped out of the car in seconds before matching over with a scrawl on his face. “You lied to me,” he said. He looked red in the face, clearly upset by something. “What are you talking about?” I asked. He stepped closer but I stepped back. His countenance sent my hairs spiking and I wasn’t sure what could make him so upset. I was quickly reminded that this man was in the mafia.

"All to the same unregistered number." Marta stood in the doorway behind them, her composure cracking piece by piece, the warmth Ivy had always known from her collapsing into something raw and frightened. "Adrian, please, let me explain before you decide anything." "Explain, then." He didn't look up from the phone. "Start with why." "My son." The words came out broken. "He owes money to a man who works for Halloway. Not a small amount. They threatened him, Adrian, they said if I didn't pass along small things, schedules, nothing that mattered, they'd hurt him."

I say simply, shrugging my tiny shoulders, as if the weight of the situation isn’t pressing down on me at all. He stares at me, disbelief creeping into his blue eyes. “Are you kidding me right now?” He laughs, but there’s a flash of something darker there. “You think I can’t force you to sign?” He leans down, his face so close to mine that I can feel his breath on my skin. “I’m the fucking mafia don, Rose.” “I won’t sign it.” I chant the words stubbornly, my resolve hardening with each passing moment.

~WE ARE THE GRANDDAUGHTERS OF THE WITCHES YOU WEREN'T ABLE TO BURN~ EARLIER "You don't know about me? Well that's understandable... You are just a little girl, an innocent Angel... How would you know about The Mafia King?" He said smirking. "M- Mafia!? "M- Mafia!?" "Yes. I'm Damon The Underworld king. "You mean Vincent has contacts with the underworld!?" "Huh not just contact sweetheart, he works for us."

"We are trying to get more information about these men. We know that the man is the mafia king and we know that he had a partnership with that man there, Jared and the man almost ended up in prison if not for the help of the same mafia king who put him in that position." "We also know that as a thank you the mafia king requested that the young man should actually buy that lady who was a sex slave from him. But what we don't know if why the man would want to sell the woman? The mafia king doesn't like anyone else being in possession of his property, even if it means giving it to another person to kill. So why was he so comfortable with actually just selling this woman off like that," he asked