Taken By The Mafia King Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I swear to god if you dont get your ass right here, I -" "FINE" I shouted taking a seat still quite further from him. Infuriating human. My stomach growled at the sight of the pizza and before he can say anything I took a piece for myself. Fortunately, he didn't say anything just took the remote going through N*****x. The guy doesn't even have a my list. I guess it is stupid to assume, the mafia king here watches N*****x he is bored. He probably does other things, but what? "What do you want to see?" He asks his eyes on me.

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.

“Do you always take your time when your father’s life is on the line?” Amara’s mouth opened, but no words came. He walked toward her slowly, predatory. The room seemed to shrink with each step. “I—I'm here,” she whispered. “You said... if I came, you’d let him go.” He tilted his head, studying her. “I said I’d consider it.” Her eyes flashed. “You’re a liar.” A low chuckle escaped him, dark and amused. “I’m a mafia king, tesoro. Not a priest.”

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!”

Lia's hands wouldn't stop shaking on the steering wheel. She'd just slept with a mafia boss. A fucking mafia boss. Not some professional escort who'd disappear from her life after one night. Not some safe, anonymous transaction. No. She'd walked into the wrong room and ended up in bed with Caspian Nero. A man who ran the criminal underworld of Silvercrest. What the hell had she done? The early morning streets were empty as she drove home. Saturday dawn, the city still sleeping off Friday night. Lia felt like she was moving through a dream. Or a nightmare. She couldn't tell which. Her body ached in places that reminded her exactly what had happened.

"Is he dead? Is my father dead?" "No. He was taken and will be returned after you wed Fabian Belucci." "Who took my daddy?" My tears spilled. She wiped them with her thumbs. "Tell me! Let's go to the police! Why are we not going to the police?" "Mija, these people own the police. Your father was taken by the Mafia." Dio! Chris and Frank were right. I am a Mafia bride! "They came in the middle of the night... a dozen armed men. They beat up anyone who got in the way and took Giovanni. I don't know whether you understand this mija but you are a Mafia Bride. You can't run away from it. The only way out is if we all die. If that happens, we will be free but everything we own goes back to the Maf

Said Emma trying to form her words but couldn't making her stop in the middle. “You think that it was the mafia king, who sent you that package along with that message?” Asked the chief. “Yes.” “After what you told me just now, it seems to me that the possibility of this could be 80%. If this is mafia king, you are in deep shit, but you also have a golden chance to finish your mission as well.” Said the chief. “More precisely, that I am in a shit. I don't understand, how the mafia king took a fancy to me. I mean, I have never even met him and if he was interested in me, he must have tried to find my background.”

The handsy man stutters as the man approaches us, “King. She approached me.” “Really? Are you calling me a liar?” The Mafia King’s voice is calm and sharp, like a shard of ice. “ No, my King, but she is a call girl!” I snap, looking back at the handsy man before turning to the King to plead my case. But I pause. The King’s head is tilted as he looks at me. The King’s voice is laced with disappointment and concern, “A call girl?”

Could this be a big deal, I wondered? "We are the Blacks. Have you heard of Mercury Black, the mafia king? I'm his granddaughter. He passed the title down to my dad when he was ready to step down. My father is the mafia king now. We are here to investigate who has been embezzling funds from the so-called king of lycans and how rogues are infiltrating the kingdom. I've been at college, so we've been trying to get there, but obstacles keep arising. It always happens to one of us. We're used to it." The woman revealed this family connection, and I realized I had heard rumors about this mafia group in the kingdom. They were notorious and feared.

"Which is why the mafia king doesn't want to kill you. He wants to destroy you. Take everything. I know about your wife and children off the coast of Crete. Your little businesses in the Canaries. I know everything you're doing, Sergio. And the mafia king can take everything. He will take everything. Until you start begging for handouts from those who used to spread your rumors to.” “What do you want from me?”