Taken By The Mafia King Novels & Stories

Everything is fine now, but the horrible memories of their past will take time to burry under the weight of their fresh memories. Every generation of their family had to see something horrible. He just wants their next-generation, will never experience such things. Next Morning:- It was Theo’s ceremony to take over the title of British Mafia King. All the mafias were present there because it was the ceremony held by the King of Kings. Some Mafias were there to talk with Seb about the next King of Kings. Many were even ready to fight with Seb if he tries to deny their demands. Ethan, Georgia, and Vivaan were standing in between the other mafias and were smirking after hearing their talks.

He paused for a while, and continued, "You are my nightingale and will be mine forever. I only loved you, I love you and I will love you for the entire life. And for the next upcoming births, I want you as my life." Tears dropped down. He kissed my eyes whirling me. It was stopping the tears. "I only hated you in the past," I whispered in an apologetic tone. "But now you love me," He snuggled around my neck. "Yes, but I never expected you so soft as you are treating me. After all, you are the king of the mafia world," I uttered with a little courage. Calling him cruel means awakening his sword. "Does mafia king have not to heart, feelings?" He asked making me shut.

We were through before the echo died. Inside, the prince sprawled on a white leather sofa, silk robe half open, crystal glass in one hand, powdered cocaine rimming his nose like a spoiled child’s birthday cake. Two women shrieked from the kitchen, half-naked, clutching each other. I ignored them. Momo did not. He calmly shot both in the head. Collateral. Witnesses. Not my problem anymore. “Please!” the boy squealed, slipping off the couch, hands raised like a petulant priest begging an angry god.

he murmurs against my skin, his voice low, intimate, edged with the weight of all he is. “I don’t want you to be a mafia king,” I admit quietly, my voice trembling, my eyes dropping to avoid his heated gaze. For a moment, he freezes. His hands still on my belly, gripping gently but firmly, as if holding onto something precious. He tilts my chin up with deliberate care, forcing me to meet his eyes. “You married a mafia king,” he says softly, so low it vibrates through my chest. “You carry a mafia king’s child.” His forehead presses against mine, his breath mingling with mine, scorching yet tender.

Nico was the eldest of the DeLuca brothers, followed by Adrian, who passed away, Enzo, the enforcer, and Nero, the New York King. She didn’t like me after she overheard a conversation she heard me have over the phone about getting rid of a woman. It didn’t help that when she questioned me about it, I couldn’t explain what I had been talking about. It didn’t help that the conversation she overheard me having was right after Nero was threatened by a vigilante group called the Sovereign Justice, who went after bad, rich, and powerful men, with a video of him killing a sixteen-year-old girl when he was also sixteen.

Vanessa’s pov: Dominic smiled as he looked at me, “she”he said and the guys turned to me to finally notice my presence. “Who the hell is her boss?You can have any girl you want after all you are the mafia lord. No one dares to defy you, even the law is afraid of you.” The guy with blonde hair said sternly. What? Ohh my God,what did I just hear? Mafia lord oh no God please help me,I cried within myself. No wonder the guards,no wonder he was not afraid to kill a soul. What have my parents done?

"Mr Vincenzo is out on a mission, he'll be back by tomorrow morning, hopefully." "Hopefully?" She asked. "Why hopefully?" The young man sighed heavily. "Well, Miss Bred, we aren't sure of his return. The man Mr Vincenzo is going to face isn't just his mother's killer, but Mexico's most infamous Mafia Lord." Freya's heart sank in fear as she listened. Mexico's most infamous gangster? No wonder why Enzo sounded so cold? Because he wasn't sure of his return? "So he sent me here to look after you."

her mother ordered. Cara left her mother's hospital ward, crying as she walked away. (Flashback ends). In her room, Cara couldn't help but cry as she recalled all of these painful memories from her visits to her mother. *** Upon returning from their trip, Sonia sat at her desk in her office as Nathan walked in, holding the file she had assigned to him. "Any updates?" she inquired. "Yes," he responded. Curious, she asked, "Who is he?" "He was a feared mafia king when he was alive," he replied, referring to the subject of the file.

“ When I speak to you, Katarina, you will look at me or there will be consequences.” I have had enough of his crap. I looked at him and narrowed my eyes. “ Why do you care, Mister King? Why does it matter to you whether or not I’ve been kissed by another man, touched by another man, or had “that” with another man? What does that have anything to do with you? I am in charge of that, not you! You may have won me in a game of cards, but I still have my dignity and I am not one of your whores! I will not allow you to just do whatever you want to do with me. Yes, you may be a mafia boss and I may be killed for speaking this way to you, but at least I will die with my head held high and purity int

He lowered his weapon slowly, surrendering himself at that one moment. The mysterious man laughed, wild and cruel, seeing Vincenzo helpless. “The mafia king was brought to his knees because of a woman,” the man mocked. The man pulled a swift knife from his pocket. Seraphina froze, her eyes widened with horror, unable to move. Just before the blade touched her skin, Vincenzo lunged. He shoved Seraphina back, grabbed the knife by its sharp tip, blood spilling instantly. His teeth clenched, and his face twisted with pain, but he didn’t let go. In one swift move, he reversed the knife and stabbed it deep into the man’s stomach. The attacker dropped with a scream, crumpling to the floor.