Taken By The Mafia King Mga Nobela at Kwento

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...?"

As the man was speaking, his eyes widened as he said, “Boss, I think I've just hacked into the security system of the most powerful mafia base in this country. The young master was taken by them.” Martina sat up straight, her heart racing at the words she had just heard. "You mean to tell me the person who took my son might be the mafia king of this country?" she asked in disbelief. The bodyguard nodded grimly. However, Lucas' face contorted. There was only one mafia king in this country. Trey Collins. Which meant the bastard had kidnapped his own son. Realizing that, he smirked inwardly. 'He was going to sit back and watch the drama unfold with whiskey.'

And her friend surely manipulated her insisting her to stay with her. Apart from that, he was in mafia and his enemies were all around and he didn't want to take any risk on her life. Though, Zahra demanded him to step down from the mafia but that didn't mean he was completely off it. Mafia king was not a title which could be transferred from one person to other. Its one's legacy which he had to earn, had to win. And no one could take it.

He held a folded piece of paper in one hand. “Miss Julia,” he said formally. “The mafia king is calling for you in his office. Immediately.” I froze. My knees threatened to buckle beneath me, and my hands clutched the straps of my bag so tightly that my fingers went numb. The words “mafia king” carried a weight that felt like iron pressing on my chest. My breaths came short and sharp. Phoebe stepped closer, her hand brushing my back. “It’s okay, Miss Julia. I’m here,” she said softly, but her eyes betrayed her concern.

"who are you ? what you do ? why you you have so many gurads and why do everyone call you king ? it alerted me she didn,t know i am mafia king should i tell her will she get scared will she run away like all other people i love but i can,t lie she deserve the truth at least this one. " i am mafia king and i am in mafia the eagles are my gang and we are the most powerful and ruthless one " i said the words which i knew gonna effect her .

He shook his head no. “They did leave me a message for you three. That the King would be back.” “The king. Who is the king?” I ask him. “I don't know boss. I don't know. All I wanted was to keep them safe.” He looks at me with plea in his eyes. He's a orod man, born and raised in the Mafia, he wouldn't beg. “Very well. This would be quick.” Emilio's moves fast, grabbing him by his hair and raising his head up. “I'll get your daughter back.” He slices his throat open.

Fire. Blood. Death. Exactly how mafia wars were meant to be. Yet amidst the chaos, Luca wore the smile of a man convinced he had already won. He believed Lorenzo was still chained inside a forgotten cell. He believed the Valenti estate remained firmly under his control. He believed tonight would cement his reign as Mafia King. He had no idea that at that very moment... The real king was already armed. Already free. And already hunting. And that the Don he had come to attack was not in the estate.

I raised a brow at her and smirked. "We're the knight Ryder's darling. And you're stuck in a room full of dangerous people that are part of the most powerful, dangerous and ruthless Mafia that has America under control by their Mafia king who's in charge of everything that is happening all around you, and their Mafia king who won't take no for an answer from a clueless feisty women like you." Her eyes slowly widen as she glanced around the room with cautious. "Mafia king?" She asked out loud with confusion. "Yes darling. Mafia king." I repeated. She stared at me with wide shocked eyes and I smiled at her. "Me."

"Why don't you join us?" "Join who? Who do you expect me to play? The wife or the whore" she was back. My Isabella was back and that was what I wanted. She might get mad at me but she has to understand that I was a Mafian King so killing off was nothing to me. I couldn't keep count of the souls whom I have slayed ever since I took over from my father. He was the Mafia King and was feared, I had to live in his shadow for many years until I had my first kill at the age of seventeen which was the leader of a rival group.