The Mafia King Broken Rose Mga Nobela at Kwento

Blurb Serafina Ferraro was born from an affair and raised like trash nobody wanted to throw out. Her stepmother hated her. Her sister mocked her. And Nico Caruso, the man she gave up everything for, drugged her and tried to sell her body to his boss. "You belong to me," Nico snarled, gripping her jaw. "You are like a stray dog. You bite, so you get smacked until you learn to sit still." Then a stranger kicked the door open. "I could have sworn I heard a damsel in distress," Dante Valentino said, calm as ice. He is not a hero. He is the illegitimate son of a powerful family, with his own war to fight. He does not save her out of kindness. "Do you want revenge?" he asked. She trains. Sh

The driver parked the car in the underground parking lot after dropping Catherine and Sarah at the doorstep. Something caught Catherine’s attention when she has just reached the door. She turned back to take a good look when she found a video playing on the big screen on the opposite building of mart. The video was of a very fine, handsome man giving an interview. She recognized the man in an instant. The man is the president of Vitale Group, Evan Vitale, her brother’s closest friend, and her childhood sweetheart. Their parents also shared the closest bond despite being from two Mafia clans, so the children also became the closest kin to each other.

They need to find her soon, just a single clue and they will fucking ruin the person who dared to abduct their mate. *** Rose opened her eyes slowly. She saw that she was alone in the room. The man was gone. Rogue King. That's what he called himself. Does it means that he is the King of the rogues? But how is that possible? Her mates are the only Kings on the earth. It meant one thing. The man is not a King. He is just another rogue who who calls himself the King. Rose remembered the way he tried to have his way with her, his touch made disgust crawl upon her skin. Tears former in her eyes. She needs to get away from here but how? She can't even do anything.

He sneered in disgust. "Get the hell out of my head!" I screamed at him. "I am not going to do that until you show me that you are fully ready to do what is necessary." He yelled back. "Do what is necessary? I have done alot. I don't want to go back to that past life again. I don't want you back in my life again." He laughed and rose to his feet. "Who told you that the Mafia world allows for change?" He asked. "The biggest laws of the round table was broken." He said and pushed. "He who kills by the sword must dye by the sword. Your enemies, they did this to you. They killed Dario, just like they killed your wife and this is how pathetic you have become!"

He lowered his weapon slowly, surrendering himself at that one moment. The mysterious man laughed, wild and cruel, seeing Vincenzo helpless. “The mafia king was brought to his knees because of a woman,” the man mocked. The man pulled a swift knife from his pocket. Seraphina froze, her eyes widened with horror, unable to move. Just before the blade touched her skin, Vincenzo lunged. He shoved Seraphina back, grabbed the knife by its sharp tip, blood spilling instantly. His teeth clenched, and his face twisted with pain, but he didn’t let go. In one swift move, he reversed the knife and stabbed it deep into the man’s stomach. The attacker dropped with a scream, crumpling to the floor.

"That girl is my wife, Rose." Rose let out a light laugh, unzipping her shirt to expose the curve of her breasts. "Really, Damon? You’re a Don—a mafia king. Marriage doesn’t mean a thing to you. You take what you want, when you want it. Isn't that what you always taught me?" Damon’s jaw tightened as his cold eyes locked onto hers. "I know exactly what you want." He reached into his desk drawer, pulled out a stack of cash, and placed it on her thigh.

"They're a mafia organization affiliated with Crimson Eagle Industries, the competitor to Gil's. These men run the dark of the world. They handle all the 'business' that Crimson Eagle might need to stay off the books. Brutal, connected, loyal only to one man.” Flipping myself back down, I saw the pictures again, flipping through them until my fingers landed on the final shot. I almost let it drop when I gazed on the face in it—man with keen eyes, cocky nearly arrogant grin—and so powerful and ruthless; yet so familiar, gave me chills. It was him. Thorne Crimson.

She would be entangled in the reckless life of Andrei Andreevich. She would be his possession forever. A slave. Tears gathered in my eyes, and without thinking, I flew toward him and grabbed him by his arms. "Please, you said you would do anything for me to get the land back. That you made a dying promise to your mother." Although I was pleading for him to accept me, I couldn't help but wonder how much weightlifting he did. He looked at me, and I slowly let go of his arms. I had forgotten for a second that he was a mafia lord. He looked down at me like he cared, and I wished he did.

In fact, I don't believe in fairytales, they are just imaginary illusions that blind us to the reality of life. This man in front of me, who's supposed to be the misunderstood prince is Malakai Lorenzo, mafia king of the biggest underworld organization known in New York, and my father just had to go ahead and gamble all his money to his organization, now my father owes a huge sum of money to this bastard.

My best friend had been fucking my mate behind my back for almost six months, maybe a year even, who knows when their affair began, and he wanted me to give my consent to the elders to let her be Luna so that she would bear his mark. So that her child would take over as Alpha and I would be cast aside and forgotten? I may have bore Lucian’s insults, contempt and burning hate towards me all these years, I may have tolerated shit from the Omegas and his Beta, and I may have been played stupid by Diana… I slapped down the papers on the table and got up, tears brimming in my eyes. …but I will never let him have that satisfaction of watching me break down and cry before him again like the patheti