Taken By The Mafia King Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Marry me Giselle.” He breathes into my neck. “I can't, you belong to another Romero.” I whisper. Giselle Gilmore, a girl whose past has been turned upside down in a life of crime and violence gets involved with Romero De La Rosa, the most feared and powerful Mafia Lord and becomes too attached to his daughter Lauryn De La Rosa. When she gets a chance to reunite with the family, a long time family alliance made with another Mafia family engaging Romero De La Rosa to another woman in marriage appears and any bridge of the arrangement will lead to the biggest war ever witnessed in the underworld. Will Romero De La Rosa bend backwards to the underworld rule or will he fight for his love.

From the side if my eyes I caught the flicker of the Italian’s nervous glances, his knees bounced under the table, and sweat glistened along his hairline despite the restaurant’s cool air, his hands were clamped together, as he quickly leaned in, speaking too low for me to hear but Mikhail didn’t lean forward he didn’t have to, that man didn’t chase words, they came to him. The Italian’s eyes darted toward the exit, but Mikhail’s gaze was still on him, he is probably going to order a hit on the italian, by tomorrow morning it might be all over the news that the italian got into an accident. Finally after what felt like an eternity, the bratva's pakhan took the last sip of his vodka, anf set

“But you didn’t steal because you needed to. You stole because you thought you could. Because you thought I was stupid mmmm.” “No, Boss, please, I have kids… I have a family…..i…” I grabbed his jaw, forcing his face up to mine. “They’ll be orphans if you don’t start speaking like a man.” He sobbed, broken teeth showing through bloody foam. I dropped his face and signaled Luca. “Behind the back,” I muttered. “Razor wire.” Two men moved. Marco screamed as they kicked his legs apart, forced his arms higher behind him, then looped barbed wire around his elbows, tightening until metal bit into skin. Blood began to pour.

I let out a groan, almost slamming my head against a wall. But I didn't miss the look in his eyes, I wasn't the only one who felt this way. I could tell that the subtle searching I was doing quite obviously wouldn't work. I needed information strong enough to bring the mafia king to his knees along with his entire empire. And the only way I could get such information was from him himself. I needed to seduce him and make him fall for me. Or at least trust me enough to give me the information I wanted. My gaze fell on the mirror and I slowly pushed my robe to aside.

“It feels like there are eyes everywhere. I don’t like it. Can’t we move to a smaller house? Just the two of us?” The words tasted bitter in my mouth, but if I want to escape, I need to play this role well. He chuckled and held my hands. “Maya, I’m the king of the Mafia. I built my empire through blood and sweat. One silly mistake, and I’m gone. In my line of work, weakness can get you killed; that’s why I have to keep you hidden, for now.” Mafia? he said Mafia. Irish, think fast. “Arghhhh!” I cried, clutching my stomach.

Grey growled, gripping my hips harder before returning between my legs, drawing his tongue through every sensitive spot. My legs wobbled. My body shivered. My skin became feverish. My feelings were a mess. Grey, the powerful Mafia boss, the killer, the one who owned me, was on his knees before me. The sole sight filled me with an odd blend of fear, embarrassment, and wicked excitement.

'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.

nothing changed. "I actually thought that after marrying you, king will change. I mean the way he argued even with his father at the competition just showed how much he cared for you. But I guess I was wrong. Whole Mafia knows, king is the most dangerous man here. He is ruthless and many times when I look at him, I just can't see any human staring back at me but some powerful being. When he looks at people he always has that look that other person is not important or even human in his eyes. But with you... I always saw something different. I guess I was wrong" she said and I looked away.

My tears streamed faster as I realized I was in the same car with killers, I visibly gulped my tears running like an open tap, I kept clutching the frame hard while staring at my house get smaller and smaller till we were out of my street into another. "Grip it harder and it will break" the Mafia King finally spoke up, I don't glance at him or acknowledge the fact he had spoken to me I just kept staring out the window, my face filled with dried salty tears. "I have a few rules I would like for you to know before we get to Italy"...

Livia's POV I'm on my best behavior for the rest of the day. I eat the food Rose brings me and ask her innocent questions about the mafia. Unfortunately for me, it seems the mafia does not sleep. While ‘normies’ activities are in full swing during the day, the mafia slows down, in recovery from the last night or preparing for the next night and when the rest of the world are sound asleep at night, the ones that belong in the dark come out to play. Fortunately for me, that means that Nikolai Volkov and his men will be away at work. It will be I, Rose and the usual staff of the house remaining here which gives my plan that much of a success boost. I cannot possibly attempt escaping in the day,