The Mafia King Broken Rose Novels & Stories

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

he chuckled “We were all shocked. The mafia king turning out to be the top business tycoon? Impressive. Business is just another battlefield. And yes, the king owns it all. We’re hoping for a future collaboration.” Rosa’s lashes fluttered as she stared at the floor. Her mind reeled. Business tycoon? She shook her thoughts. It didn’t matter if Killian was a businessman or not. He was still a mafia and a killer. Nothing could change that truth. The conversation ended quickly but more people began approaching them. Each one greeted Killian with respect, fear even. Rosa shrank further beside him. Her tiny form trembled in discomfort as the crowd grew. It finally struck her. It was clear now, thi

Rose held back her tears, trying to calm herself. How was she supposed to leave Suzannah’s house without anyone noticing? Suzannah’s face flashed through her mind. How could Rose just leave without saying goodbye, as if she had no gratitude at all? But that was precisely what Romilda demanded, that she never reveal her whereabouts to their father. Rose couldn’t imagine what would happen if the mafia targeted Suzannah’s family. No matter how wealthy Suzannah and Aaron were, once someone got involved with the mafia, there was no way out. Most ended up ruined. Rose couldn’t let that happen to Suzannah and Aaron, who had treated her so well.

“Don't force me to do something, you will regret, Girl. I have decided and you are following it.” “No mother. I can't. I have a sprain in my leg. The doctor asked me to not move.” Mia tried to reason. Stephanie leaned to her daughter’s level and gave her a stern gaze. “Mia. I had a broken leg, the doctor ordered a complete bed rest but your father had me work in the kitchen the whole time. We don't live in a normal world. It's Mafia World. Men make Rules and Women follow them. Men are not replaceable but women are. Rose is lucky she is married to the boss himself. Had she married some soldier her life would have been dirty hell!”

Her eyes snapped open at the threat—and he slammed his demanding lips onto hers instantly. He kissed her like he was pouring both his anger and hunger into that kiss, while his hands, still holding the gun, entered her top and grabbed her breasts, the cold metal pressing against her warm, soft skin. But Rosa was still disgusted and terrified of this dangerous mafia king, and she pushed him away. He narrowed his eyes, looking at her with a dangerous warning. “I… I’m not comfortable with a dead body lying here in its blood,” she stammered nervously, still very terrified.

I coughed lightly, but held his gaze firmly. “Is smoking new to you? You seem like the type of girl who likes to play with fire.” I shook my head slowly, tears welling in my eyes. I’d never smoked all my life, no matter how much of a bad bitch I’d been. “Listen carefully,” His voice, calm but laced with threat. “I can make this very easy for you, Rosella. You just have to decide your fate.” My breath caught in my throat. For a brief moment, regret pierced through me—I never should’ve taken this mission. I should’ve refused, but Mag doesn’t take no for an answer. In Mag’s estate, refusal meant a death sentence.

laughed goon 2. Kingsley gritted his teeth. Everyone could see his jawbone moving. “Training, huh? What if I just kill you all and keep her all for myself?” asked Kingsley, stoically. “What?” mumbled Rose, afraid, breathing heavily. She hated Kingsley for saying that. He was about to marry Vanessa and was talking about keeping another woman. But what was she expecting from a mafia leader? “Ohh! You think you can win, boy? Just hand her over, and we will not hurt you!” said goon 3.

As the Mafia King moved towards his direction, I could tell that he already regretted taking the stage. But Ralph was focused on Big Nose. “What choice do I have, Nostriano?” his deep voice rumbled calmly. So the nickname ‘Big Nose’ wasn’t because of an abnormally large nose but the combination of a large stature and an mafia-inefficient four-syllable name. Then, his face fell grim. “You made a promise to me, and you broke it. And I’ve told you, every action requires a payment.” “But that’s my family!” squalled Big Nose, using every bit of his remaining strength to break free from the men holding onto him. If he wasn’t severely tortured, he would’ve already succeeded.

I pick it up to see who it is. “Hey Byanca, what can I do for you?” I ask Byanca and her sister Breanya are the head of the larger mafia families in the USA. They deal mainly in weapons and technology. I am the only one who knows that these two women are in charge. Everyone else believes it’s Breayna’s husband Kade. If only people knew.