The Mafia King Broken Rose Novels & Stories

I was safe, he gave me unlimited access to his bank accounts, and the house was a fortress. No intruder was getting in and no one was coming out unless he gave the word. I was bored out of my mind and I hated to admit it but Serena was good company. I always thought the way she acted nice was nothing but an act. Who would marry such a ruthless bastard after everything he had done. She knew it too. She knew all the bad things he had done and she still fell for him and married him. But then I got to spend time with her and realized why it was so easy for her dead best friend, Lily, to take advantage of her. She had a heart of gold and in the mafia, a heart like that was about to be broken into

A man carved out of ice and power. Head slightly tilted, eyes low as he scrolled through something on his phone. His aura alone filled the entire car. Dorian Damaris. I had heard only dangerous things about him. The Mafia Lord of the cartels under the disguise of a tech company. I swallowed hard as I watched him. Right now I could only see his side profile, not his full face. I had heard rumors that even after all the dangerous things he had done, he still had the face of an angel. I was lost in thought when he finally spoke.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “I’m talking about Diablo Romano, king of the Italian mafia. Who knows what his real name even is? He’s probably changed it so many times he’s forgotten. That’s the kind of man he is. He switches names, faces, wives, and lives. You think the Godfather was bad? This guy makes him look like a saint.” “You’re lying,” I say, but my voice sounds smaller than I want it to.

Something was rushing through her and she was beginning to think if this feeling was butterflies swirling in her stomach. Stephano opened a door leading to a room and let Rose walk in first. Rose inspected the room and she could already feel the toxic scent in the air. She was currently in the home of one of the most powerful mafia cartels in the world. “You want to take a shower?” Stephano asked. Rose hummed and turned around to look at him. Her eyes taking all of him over and over again. “What's the matter? Is something wrong?” Stephano asked walking closer to her.

The handsy man stutters as the man approaches us, “King. She approached me.” “Really? Are you calling me a liar?” The Mafia King’s voice is calm and sharp, like a shard of ice. “ No, my King, but she is a call girl!” I snap, looking back at the handsy man before turning to the King to plead my case. But I pause. The King’s head is tilted as he looks at me. The King’s voice is laced with disappointment and concern, “A call girl?”

"No! How can I just climb on your back? Moreover, there's an injury on your arm." JK yells, "Just shut up and do as I say!" "No, I won't! Why are you showing me mercy now?" "I have never seen a stubborn girl like you." Grabbing her hand forcefully, he makes her lean on his back. "This man, seriously! How long are you going to force me? Will you ever let me live peacefully? When will you stop all this?" "When you love me more than I do." "I'll never fall for you." "You won't have to do it, baby. It will happen automatically. Just wait and see." "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Walk as soon as possible; I'm so hungry." "It's high time to learn how to control your hunger." "Yah, I've never seen a stupid

Smoke curled from his lips as he stepped closer, his shoes clicking against the floor. "More time?" His voice was calm, but it carried a weight that made Martin's stomach twist. "You already had time. And you wasted it." Martin shook his head quickly, his hands trembling. "Please... I'll find a way. I'll pay you back, I swear." The Mafia king crouched slightly, his cold eyes finally visible under the dim light. "Do you know what happens to men who break promises to me?" He pointed at the body lying lifeless on the floor. "That's what happens."

I'd have shrugged and said, "Well, bums for us. She drove and we won't be seeing her till we see her." The Black Rose was a mafia, a dangerously ruthless syndicate. One that had lived for years, filled with terribly stubborn people. So whether I liked it or not, someone would've gone behind my back to try to off her and I'd have no choice but to take his life, leaving me with nothing but an empty feeling of losing on both ends. I didn't know what to think of the officer. Something about her going under my skin. And now, I was about to watch her get abused, manhandled and hurt on my command.

Warm blood trickled from her lip. Leaning close enough for her to feel his breath, Luca’s voice turned to ice. “I’ll make sure your life with the Mafia King is hell.” He stepped out, locking the door behind him. Downstairs, Rosario was still simmering with anger, but Luca soothed her with promises—designer clothes, luxury vacations, a place among the elite. By the time they retired to bed, she was smiling again, visions of wealth replacing her earlier fury. The next morning, the sun rose bright and merciless, flooding the house with light that felt far too cheerful for the day ahead.

she said, unimpressed. I didn’t respond. Instead, I reached for the champagne bottle and poured myself a drink. “How did the meeting go? Why did they leave so soon?” Alessia sighed. “He didn’t agree with Papà’s terms. A fight almost broke out. They were already reaching for their guns before Papà said he could leave if he wasn’t happy with the price.” “Thank God it didn’t escalate,” I muttered. Italians don’t fight barehanded. And especially not the mafia. When they fight, it’s with guns, knives, anything they can get their hands on. Someone always ends up injured.