Taken By The Mafia King Mga Nobela at Kwento

The motel worker looked at the burner phone with fear. 'Boss made it look so easy. But I am more scared to touch Mia Vitiello than the King. Everyone in the mafia world knows about what the King did to those biker gangs in Russia for kidnapping his queen. Where did I got stuck in? If I don't follow my Boss's orders, he will kill me. If I follow, then the King will kill me. I guess, my life is now numbered ' he thought to himself with fear.

It arrived folded inside a delivery of groceries, easy to miss if the kitchen staff hadn't been trained to check every box twice since Dominic's arrest. Marta brought it to Ivy directly, her expression careful, like she already suspected what it might be. "This came for you," Marta said. "Addressed by name. No return address, but I recognized the handwriting from the debt papers years ago." Ivy's stomach dropped before she'd even unfolded it. Her father's handwriting, small and cramped the way it had always been, slanted hard to the right like he was perpetually in a hurry to finish whatever he was writing.

She was so tired that before she knew here legs gave out under her and she fell to the ground. Meanwhile at the Francesco mansion, Marco was livid because he found out his partner in crime, Giovanni had been working with the Russian mafia underboss, leaking information and was going to kill him. One of his men came to him that they had caught him when he was about to flee the country and they had tied him up in the chair at the usual spot. (The spot was were they kept traitors who were going to die, which was close to the ocean bank where no one will hear when he shot them, not that he cared)

The driver parked the car in the underground parking lot after dropping Catherine and Sarah at the doorstep. Something caught Catherine’s attention when she has just reached the door. She turned back to take a good look when she found a video playing on the big screen on the opposite building of mart. The video was of a very fine, handsome man giving an interview. She recognized the man in an instant. The man is the president of Vitale Group, Evan Vitale, her brother’s closest friend, and her childhood sweetheart. Their parents also shared the closest bond despite being from two Mafia clans, so the children also became the closest kin to each other.

I threw back, not really sure at all. He chuckled and got to his feet, then grabbed my biceps and lifted me too. “Whatever helps you sleep better in my bed.” The man winked at me like all of a sudden we were on joking terms. HJ, the underboss of America’s most ruthless mafia, wanted to play.

. Everyone used to be afraid of me and my gang because we never failed any mission and I was fucking proud of my team. But still, King didn't make me his loyal man. I was still his driver but I was his favorite fighter. All because of me he had won many deals, bets, gambling, and missions. He fucking earned a lot of money because of me. I was his diamond! I was a bloody talk and famous in the underworld. King gave me LUCIFER name when I fought against King's biggest rival in a fighting match and eventually won, leading King to rule over the dead Mafia's gang under him! Many Mafia used to gamble or bet their money or possessions over my fight. Some also used to bring fighters from all over th

But the sound of a car honking downstairs, and driving into the compound prompted me up, and saw me racing to the window nearest to me. I pulled the window drapes open, and a heavy breath escaped my lips and nostrils in a whoosh. The black SUV with tinted glass which had just pulled into the compound was not my father's, in fact, it was my first time of seeing it. I ignored my trembling hands, and fixed my gaze on the car, searching for anything that would give me a clue. My eyes caught the car's plate number and I shook my head in dread and disbelief. The plate number was empty except for the crown which was crested at the centre. Mafia king. Zack!

Then he stands. He does not look at me again. He throws the papers toward Rocco and rushes for the door. He moves fast, like someone afraid the room might swallow him if he hesitates. He leaves without a word. Without a glance. Without me. Malcolm Hawthorne is a piece of shit. I struggle again. This time, hands press down on my shoulders. Hard. Firm. They shove me back into the chair. “You’re not going anywhere, sweetheart,” a voice says close to my ear. “You belong to the Kings now.”

I erupted in another fit of giggles, at this point, I could slowly feel my sanity slipping away. “I don’t need them to accept me, I will force them into submission. It would be so sad that you won't be able to see me ascend the throne, but your spirit would see it. I will make myself king because that is exactly what I am. Do you know another interesting thing? I did some research and was delighted to hear that our Mafia joined the Demon mafia, they were given options, most of them left the Mafia but a significant amount of number them chose to join the Mafia. So you see that many reasons point to me being the Don of this mafia? The coincidence is too much to be called an accident, this is f

Ronald rejected her request without hesitation. "Listen to me, I'm serious. Didn't I tell you earlier about Jayden cooperating with Mr. Zackary? The condition that Jayden gave Mr. Zackary was to transfer the shares that he held in the Imperial Group to him. I am worried that, in return, the condition that Mr. Zackary gave him might be detrimental to you. I heard that Mr. Zackary was previously a member of the mafia abroad and was extremely vicious. Be careful." Elizabeth said while looking at him with a face full of worry. "Are you worried about me right now?" Ronald looked at her. His black eyes seemed to be lit up by something, and in an instant, they became resplendent and enchanting.