Novel & Cerita The Mafia King's Temptation

He gestured that I began eating as I was still stuck in the past, staring at him. Was it the past, still? It happened almost an hour ago, didn’t it? It almost felt like I had imagined it. Like I didn’t just see King, the most feared Mafia boss in the city, vulnerable with me. Begging to have a kiss. King went back to work-mode after. Preparing dishes while I could only watch, questioning everything and still was. But I knew it did happen. My still sensitive lips and the occasional look King gave me was more than enough to tell me it did happen.

“You borrowed millions of dollars from the mafia and can’t pay it back? Dad, what were you thinking?” “Watch your tone, young lady! I’m still your father,” he says, pointing a finger at me. “You’re asking me to marry a criminal to save yourself. I think I’m allowed to talk to you however I want right now.” “Nila…” His voice softens. “Are they serious about this? They actually expect me to marry someone?” “It’s temporary,” he says with a wave of his hand, like it’s no big deal. “Why me? Don’t they have women in their own circle lining up for this? I mean, marrying a mafia boss must be some girls’ dream, right?”

Her main focus is her pay, not more and nothing else. King went back to the main club only to be interceded by a strange lady—judging from the dark shades and corporal suit she's clothed in, he instantly recognized her Sapphire; the right-hand man of Nikon Landon. “My Lord wishes to see you, Mr. King,” she spoke hoarsely. King felt apprehensive almost immediately, as his palms turned sweaty and his throat became empty of any liquid. Fearfully, he nodded before being led to the most lethal mafia in the whole of New York. Apparently, Nikon had observed the entire show from the VVIP section—Madonna's performance really piqued his interest.

Tommaso Zahur laughed and stuck his hands in his pockets. “That is very possible, Mr. Conti. I have a great many things. But why would you wanting one of them convince me not to kill you?” I swallowed. This close, I could see the hard glint in his eye. Zahur Farhat didn’t waste words. When he said he would kill me, he meant it. “I’m the right hand of the mafia king of Philadelphia.” I put my hand in my pocket to grab the Polaroid. “He and I are willing to do a lot to get her back.”

I sarcastically rolled my eyes at her as I slipped my shoes on. "Are you ladies ready yet?" my brother asked as he walked into my room. He looked very handsome. He was dressed in a fitted black suit with his hair perfectly styled. "Yes, we are finally done." I said as started to walk out the room with my sister behind me. Tonight is the night of the annual gala. It is going to be a night of lavish food and drinks. This is also the place where the most powerful mafia families make alliances with each other. In my 20 years of being alive, this is the only work related event that my father lets my sister and I attend. His work life has always been kept a secret to us girls since it is very dan

he asked. "Yes, Jaxon and I have talked, and the last few incidents have shown me that it’s much better and safer, actually, to be a part of the mafia with our old status and resources. I want to protect my family in every way possible. Therefore, we want to regain our positions as king and queen." Sara’s voice was firm and confident. It made me want to rip the dress off of her and take her on the table, but I restrained myself. Instead, I slipped my hand under the table onto her thigh and caressed her skin.

Then sharply, as if on instinct, she turned to take a good look at the van which was hiding her, boldly on the van was written; The Mambas Organisation. Holy moly! She gasped. Mambas Organisation? Crap! That was one of the mafia gangs in their street if not the whole of New Jersey, not just one, it was the leading gang, the most powerful mafia organisation, being headed by the most fierceful mafia Lord ever known, Lord Lucario. She had heard so much about him and his mafia gang, heard from her grandma and from the ‘johns’ she serviced. They always talked about him, and his gang, and how powerful they were.

Don Massimo. The mafia king whose name alone sends shivers down my spine and makes my pussy throb with need. I’ve dreamed of him for months, ever since I first heard the whispers about him in the shadowed corners of my father’s mansion. A man who owns everything he touches. A man who could break me, ruin me, and make me beg for more. Tonight, I’m done dreaming. Tonight, I’m making it real.

Blood dotted the stone floor near his face, dark and wet. The man’s lip was split, one eye already swelling. He trembled visibly. Nikolai stood over him like a king passing judgment. He looked terrifying in the daylight — shoulders squared, jaw tight, those icy gray eyes burning with controlled rage. Power rolled off him in waves. The other men kept their heads slightly bowed, fear clear in the way they avoided meeting his gaze. This wasn’t a rich man with bodyguards. This was a king. A Mafia King. My stomach dropped. I had not moved into a mansion. I had walked straight into his kingdom.

As Alexander entered the hall, everyone stood up and bowed their heads as the mafia king walked in with his generals. As soon as he took a seat, the door opened, and a guard walked in. "Mafia King, your loyal man, Mr. Mike, is here." "Send him in." A young male entered the room and received curious glances from everyone in the room. The Mafia King spoke up. "I planned to attack Chands. It's time to make them bow their heads to Branson's. If they compromise willingly, then it's ok, but if they try to revolt, I will kill the whole family or I will take their most precious things away so they will be defeated."