Taken By The Mafia King Novels & Stories

I was in his kingdom. And he was the kind of king people whispered about. The kind whose name carried consequences. He was Carlino Lacentra. The realization dropped into me like a stone into a bottomless pit. The Mafia king of the Lacentra empire. My heart sank as the truth settled—cold, heavy, unavoidable. I hadn’t fallen into the hands of a small-time crime lord. Not someone dangerous but contained. He was the danger. No—he was the crime itself. “Wandering around?”

But perhaps the daring mafia king was in a mood to take any kind of risk to have her in the vehicle, before they could reach the airport to board for San Francisco. With his final statement of 'shaking his head' the mafia king thrust his lips onto hers sensing that the lady gulped hardly. His mischievous hand travelled inside her dress and pores caressed the trail of backbone as Aysel Saat arched her back and moaned into his mouth. "Fuck you, you pervert!" She yelled in his mouth while somehow after a few seconds Aysel found herself giving in to the temptation that her hands moved at the back of his head.

he gritted through clenched teeth, his wrath literally freezing the room in cool, deathly silence. The man was shivering, in pain, and in fear. He looked like he was about to faint but could not dare to ask Varys to remove the knife. "I am sorry, boss." he begged in a strained voice, "It was a mistake." Hope started trembling. How could she even forget that Varys was now the same as other mafia people out there? She was horrified. Seeing this dark side of him was like a splash of cold water on her face. The violence bringing back the memories that she had seen from the past five years with Ethan. Nothing had changed. She was still where she had tried to escape from, only the face of the boss

"I am the king and queen of this domain. Those who defy me will face the full force of my power. Understood?" Reluctant nods and muttered agreements filled the room. The balance of power had shifted, and I held the reins tightly. It was a risky move, but necessary to protect my loved ones from Chase's machinations. As the meeting concluded, I couldn't help but revel in the newfound authority. The challenges ahead were formidable, but I was ready to navigate the treacherous waters of the Mafia world. The crown on my head symbolized not just leadership but a pledge to dismantle the toxic influence that had plagued our lives. The confrontation with Chase was far from over, but with power at my

The silk sheets mended on my body, like a warm marshmallow, my breath felt better, I twirled in my sleep when I tried to move my hand I could not, that’s when my eyes snapped open, and I came into realization of what could be happening. The nightmare, it’s not a nightmare, it’s my new reality, one that I may never be able to escape from I am the prisoner of Liam Moretti, the mafia king, the Lord to all wrongdoings and it terrified me

He’d gave up his status as the Mafia king when Metteo had turned twenty one as he was in no rush to leave education. He wanted to be a good business man first so he had the know how in the business world, he and Alora were both proud of his decision he’d calmed down a lot since his teenage days. He had finally got his head screwed on Gianni had taught him all there was to know about the Mafia world and what was expected of him when he finally took over the role of the Mafia king alongside his elder brother. He looked at Vallea, she seemed distracted. She’d changed since her disappearance to Italy could anyone else see it, but him? "So, what would you like to know princess?"

The pain had hardly subsided but it was better than risking pissing the cruel mafia boss off any further. "There's no reason for us to stay any longer. I imagine you already have called for the sweepers to come in. I did leave one rat alive. Make sure they understand it's meant to be that way and leave it alone." A tiny corner of Miguel's heart went out to the poor soul as he stole a glance at the warehouse. No way anyone would step out from there any less than fucked up for life. No one ever did where the mafia boss was involved. "Understood Don."

It was too quiet for my liking. Sol would definitely prefer it this way. That’s why my babbo wanted him to lead the family. Babbo was named the Mafia King. Sol took over when he died and now… there’s me. A woman who is leading one of the world’s biggest mafia. After making people know that the king was actually a queen, I thought for sure someone would dare come after me. Perhaps I have instilled fear too much after wiping out those scums. “What’s with that sigh, Cara?”

" The Mafia King studied him for a long moment, smoke curling from his lips. Then he chuckled softly, like Martin had just told a joke. "Be careful what you offer." He said. He glanced around the room once more, at the blood, at the body on the floor, before his eyes returned to Martin. "You don't have money." He continued calmly. "You don't have power. And you don't have time." Martin shook his head again. "Please—" "I'll take one of your children." The Mafia King said, cutting him off. The words landed heavier than a gunshot. Martin froze. "What...?"