Novel & Cerita Taken By The Mafia King

“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

"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?”

“But I love you.” Heidi stares into my eyes until she drops the only question I wasn’t ready to hear. “Is that enough, though?” Her eyes fall to my hand on her hip, and she notices my knuckles split, dried blood covering each one of them. She swallows hard and looks up at me again, her expression more serious this time. “How am I supposed to accept that this is what being part of the mafia means? Do you truly expect me to be okay with seeing you get hurt all the time, risking your life because of what…?”

His voice was a low, teasing drawl as he said, "So, you didn't want me as a friend back then because you knew I'd end up as your husband?" My cheeks burned. He cradled my face in his hands and kissed me. I never would've imagined that Harold, the mafia kingpin who struck fear into every man, could be so tender. Something told me our story was only beginning.

That’s what the mafia king would say. But how could I let such innocence go to waste?. She seemed so pure and I hated to say this, but I wanted to keep her. For myself. And so I didn’t say what the normal mafia king would have said. Instead, I leaned forward, pressing my palms against the table. My voice was even, but every word was a knife. “She stays. No one touches her. No one looks at her. She is mine.” The room shifted. Some men exchanged quick glances, but no one dared to question me.