The Mafia King's Temptation Novels & Stories

'Master said I should bring you some food " she said as she dropped the food on the bed . she turned to leave but I stopped her . "please help me " I said but she refused to say a word . "please I need to get home " I begged her , tears filling my eyes. "sorry i can't help you , because nobody can leave the mafia once you are in "she said and left before I could say anything I couldn't believe my ears , the mafia ? I am screwed , how the hell did I get myself into this mess ? I thought as tears streamed down freely down my face.

"You know I always get what I want, besides it's expensive. it possibly can't be a fake." "Oh really?" Said, Angel. "Well, yeah." The party started and the celebrant came out. Maria's eyes widened in surprise. So did her friends. She was wearing the same dress as the celebrant which made her look awkward. Everyone noticed and Maria was being pointed out by them. She begins to feel uncomfortable with the situation. She didn't want them to think she was a copycat. She knew no one dares go against her because of her father, but her status as an illegitimate child before her parent's marriage might give them the guts to do so. Maria's face flushed in embarrassment. soon, they seemed to ignore th

The motel worker looked at the burner phone with fear. 'Boss made it look so easy. But I am more scared to touch Mia Vitiello than the King. Everyone in the mafia world knows about what the King did to those biker gangs in Russia for kidnapping his queen. Where did I got stuck in? If I don't follow my Boss's orders, he will kill me. If I follow, then the King will kill me. I guess, my life is now numbered ' he thought to himself with fear.

I asked "where the hell you went not lifting my call" he replied "sorry sir I was searching for the details about that black panther group people" I sighed and said "fine upto where your investigation came" he replied "they already occupied two more groups sir they're trying to become strong day by day we can say that their team leader is quite intelligent soon he might become mafia king" I hitted the wall and said "mafia king is my position no one should take it no matter what I wont let someone to steal my position" he replied "sure sir we wont let that to happen"

Maybe, here in this house by the sea, they could carve out a different kind of forever. A forever where love was stronger than blood. Where promises meant more than power. Where a mafia king could fall to his knees for the reckless, beautiful girl who taught him to feel again. And stay there, grateful, for the rest of his life. ---

It was too quiet for my liking. Sol would definitely prefer it this way. That’s why my babbo wanted him to lead the family. Babbo was named the Mafia King. Sol took over when he died and now… there’s me. A woman who is leading one of the world’s biggest mafia. After making people know that the king was actually a queen, I thought for sure someone would dare come after me. Perhaps I have instilled fear too much after wiping out those scums. “What’s with that sigh, Cara?”

We were through before the echo died. Inside, the prince sprawled on a white leather sofa, silk robe half open, crystal glass in one hand, powdered cocaine rimming his nose like a spoiled child’s birthday cake. Two women shrieked from the kitchen, half-naked, clutching each other. I ignored them. Momo did not. He calmly shot both in the head. Collateral. Witnesses. Not my problem anymore. “Please!” the boy squealed, slipping off the couch, hands raised like a petulant priest begging an angry god.

Again the voice asked and in that moment I realized it was my demon speaking. A dark reflection of my past and the figure that I used to be. "What do you want from me again?" I asked. "Don't pretend like you are surprise. The moment you choose to become a Mayor instead of reclaiming the table is when you allowed me into your life." "But I am changed now. I have lost alot and learned my lessons." "No!" He yelled. "You are not a politician. You are not a mere puppet. You are a King, a Mafia boss that controls the city."

I couldn't get even a pinch of food to eat and couldn't scream out to demand one. It was obvious he intended to starve me until I begged for a meal. Such a monster. To think I was falling for him in the first place. How could a charming-looking man like him be this heartless and cold within? Well, as they say, the cute ones are the most dangerous... He was a mafia man and that was enough to answer my question. Not just a mafia man, he was the fvcking King. I now see why he is proud and...... Pompous.

"It’s just a charity event, Voss. High society fluff. Snap a few flattering candids, get quotes, leave. Easy paycheck. Just… stay out of trouble." Easy paycheck. She almost laughed. There was nothing easy about walking into the den of a man the papers called the Mafia King. She’d heard the rumors, of course. Everyone had. That he’d risen faster than anyone in the Moretti crime family’s history. That he’d built his empire with both elegance and blood. That he never lost. And now she was about to walk into his kingdom. Camera first. Taking a breath, she stepped inside. --- The hotel’s lobby was nothing short of a cathedral to wealth. High ceilings stretched upward into an expanse of gilded pan