Taken By The Mafia King Mga Nobela at Kwento

Why does he play with me when he has so many things to do. It's not long since I found out that he is a Spanish mafia King. It was like the ground beneath my feet slipped away. I am still processing the information. Why would mafia King take an interest in me? Why does he want to make my life so much different? He has already had his way with me, can't he leave me alone now? I want to scream these questions at him but I have no courage. I am terrified of him. Why did I meet him that night?

“Princess, I only want you to understand one thing. I am the Head of the King Crime Family, I am a Mafia Boss, and I will always be. Yes, this was a right I was given when my father passed away. Now I could have ended his legacy with his last breath, but I want this. This is me. This is Hunter King.” “God, Hunter, I am starting to think that you are a lawyer, for you are stating your case so confidently.” I only but chuckle at her as I pull her back into the tightness of my chest. Her body is still trembling, and that heart of hers is pounding with purpose against mine. I will not make this any harder on her than it is already. “Princess, if you need to think of this, then you must.” “You wa

I shift focus over to Alessandro, who's wearing a grin. I raise my forehead at him and he shrugs while saying, "I'm the Mafia King, you're the Mafia's Queen and Daisy is the Mafia's Princess. I wouldn't make them show up in anything less." I roll my eyes slowly at him, then direct my concentration toward Nat, who's strolling to Luca. "Roll your eyes that way at me once more and I'll deal with you this instant." He says crushing my butt playfully. His action startles me a bit and I elbow him as he laughs and leads me and Daisy to the limo, his hand still on my butt.

“He and I are willing to do a lot to get her back.” Guns rattled behind me. At least five, more than the two guards behind me could hold. No safeties came off, but I doubted a man like Zahur bothered keeping them on. I slowly pulled the picture out of my pocket and held my hands up. “No weapons,” I said. “Just a picture.” “Ah, let him. He knows the mafia king.” Zahur laughed. “For a title like that, I can look at something before I kill you.” He snatched the picture.

There was something oddly familiar about him, like I'd met him before, but I couldn't place where or when. "What is a mafia don's greatest weakness?" Because my vision had shifted to Vincenzo, I noticed his body go rigid the moment he heard the question. When I looked into his eyes, I saw it. It was easy to miss, but I'd seen it. Subtle, yet unmistakable. Pain. A feeling I knew all too well. His gray eyes immediately darkened on me. "It's easy," he replied to the question without bothering to concede to the man who'd asked the question. "Money."

I expressed my gratitude for him. “And thank you for accepting me with all my flaws. You still choose to live with a mafia king.” He said and wrapped me in his embrace. I felt happy to be claimed by the mafia king. [ The End ]

As she walked into the house she had called home for the past twenty one years, Kiara watched as her father lay flat and helpless on the floor, begging for his dear life as the Alpha Mafia king looked down on him like a merciless god would look down on pathetic mortals. He didn’t come alone either, his henchmen stood over her father with guns and knives just waiting for the Alpha’s signal to finish off her old man. “I promise I’ll pay every single dime back.” The old man, Kiara’s father, pleaded with his forehead touching the ground. Kiara didn’t need a prophet to tell her what had happened here. Her gambling father had borrowed huge sums of money from Alpha Denzel, gambled it all away yet a

The poor man was taken out of the closet, and he looked so lost and scared at the same time. The king of the Mafia pulled out his gun and shot the poor man in the head. I startled softly. Logan reached under the table and gently tapped my thigh. Then, he looked at the Mafia King and returned his hand to his pocket. “That will happen to all of you if I catch you betraying me behind my back!”

he ask while we walk out of his house. I look at him like he's stupid "I'm not apart of the mafia I am the mafia," I say. He raises an eyebrow at me. "okay, maybe I'm not the mafia but I am a mafia queen I was born into the mafia so I'm mafia by blood," I tell him. he nods his head in understanding. "but seriously I am the mafia technically because Luca is the King of all mafia and he is the mafia so technically I am the mafia," I say trying to convince Blake but it didn't seem to work cause all he did was bust out and laugh. I pout a little and go over to Luca and I's car. "

Alessandro sat there, holding a bloodstained crown in one hand and a note in the other. He read: "Leave the mafia king's position willing, or be taken down. Blood has been spilled, yours is next!"