The Mafia King's Temptation Novels & Stories

" The Mafia King studied him for a long moment, smoke curling from his lips. Then he chuckled softly, like Martin had just told a joke. "Be careful what you offer." He said. He glanced around the room once more, at the blood, at the body on the floor, before his eyes returned to Martin. "You don't have money." He continued calmly. "You don't have power. And you don't have time." Martin shook his head again. "Please—" "I'll take one of your children." The Mafia King said, cutting him off. The words landed heavier than a gunshot. Martin froze. "What...?"

Nataliya Since taking over the Barsukov Russian mafia, I have gathered enough blood on my hands to paint the entire town in red. It hasn’t stopped me from killing more, washing this city clean of ever follower my father had allied himself with. Most people in this city know to fear me, to never touch me, even if most of them have no idea who I am. Most people have common sense, and those that don’t know to follow like sheep. I am a predator, a hunter, a cold-hearted killer. I have murdered most of my family in cold blood and even though I have cleansed this city of the evil that was ruling it for generations, I still came out as the villain. Men want to either fuck me, control me, or kill me

I staggered backward, my back hitting the walk behind as I panted heavily. That name—Moretti—shouldn’t have been said in front of me. Whether he was the Moretti being referred to or not. “That’s him. The devil that caused your near-death.” Freya’s voice sliced through my thoughts. I turned toward the TV. Dante’s face filled the screen. He looked impossibly handsome, that smug smile everyone adored. Sienna showed up behind him, a smile on her face too. My stomach clenched as hate rose hot and bitter.

“Yeah, I wanted to get his attention to see that he was, you know, completely done with me. He told me to never call him again, but you know Johannes.” “No, what I know is that Johannes is the king, and his friends are just like, they’re not as important. If I can get a meal ticket with the big guy, then that is who I am after.” “Damn, Borham, that sounds so bad.” “I want money. I want security, and if the guy has a big dick, then that is just a bonus, and we all know what Johannes is like in bed. He is fucking amazing. I am going to miss him, but I tell you, his wife, what is her name?”

“You’re going to tell me who this client is, Talia. I’d like to have a few words with him.” “John,” I began in a warning tone. “I promise I’ll be on my best behavior, Talia. But I have to speak with him tonight. You came here with him, right?” “John, forget—“ “For fuck sake, Talia! Do what I say you should!” John yelled, grabbing my arm. "John, if you ever try to lay a finger on her again, I swear I'll cut them off." I heard Lorenzo’s voice and I spun around to see a very angry-looking mafia king.

I kept on repeating while moving stepping back. My fingers were trembling so badly but that was the least of my concerns. This was a nightmare. A sick, twisted joke. I knew what this meant… I had heard the stories. The Mafian King, A man that can put terror on anyone just from his mere presence. He was a ruthless man who ruled with an iron hand. And not just that, the terrible way he treats his numerouse concubines like a plaything is nothing to write home about. I remember a particular story of his fellow rival mafia who refused to obey him.

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?

•GIA• Mario Montez... He was my nightmare. He was a ruthless mafia king who killed for fun and didn’t care about anyone’s feelings but his own. He had two little sisters whom he protected with his life, and when my father killed his youngest sister in a failed assassin job meant for Mario, he came after my family and took everything that my father owned. He made him pay for his sins, and he stripped my father of everything that belonged to him. Including me.

"You don't have to understand me, Lorrie. You only have to trust the parameters I set." And with that final, cryptic directive, the Mafia King disappeared back into the shadows of the mansion, leaving the door to click shut behind him. Lorrie remained on the balcony, more profoundly confused than she had ever been before. Because the cold, ruthless man who constantly claimed that love and emotion were fatal weaknesses kept doing things that looked suspiciously like genuine kindness.

"I am sorry Miranda, please try to understand that I can't get away from him now. Salvatore not only owns the biggest casino in the city but he also has branches all over the globe. He is as wealthy as he is powerful, they even named him the Mafia King." I looked up at my father, it's just like saying that I couldn't say no and I have no choice. The old man said they would kill him if I didn't agree.