Novel & Cerita The Mafia King's Temptation

Over the past handful of days, the hospital had been rife with rumors. “I am.” Still no inflection, like the man had become the mask. No explanation, no excuses. So, I pressed on. “That you unified the Mafia for profit.” “I did.” I should be grateful that he wouldn’t deny what I knew to be true—that Aldo Marcello was one of the most feared Mafia kings to ever rule the streets of New York. Iron-fisted, my co-workers whispered to each other, words hushed by fear and awe. Ruthless. Domineering. Nobody can oppose his rule.

It's red, the mafia's code…I opened it and started to read but I didn't expect this here. ‘It looks like the King has killed our first trap to get the Queen…But, how are you going to stop the second one, King?' My eyes widened when I read that…what does this possibly mean? Trap…why the hell someone is using this man as the trap and King & Queen? So, this person is from the mafia as only mafia people knew me being the king and this person is the same one from today morning but like I thought he was not only my enemy but also hers. Why the hell should mafia people follow her? Because I only knew her yesterday and then decoding her full history in a day is not possible. They must have followed

She finally, being in her right mind and with all of her senses on high alert confessed her love to him. "I love you too, I fancy you, I want you, I need you." He said, making her chuckle. "You're such a baby...are all the Mafia kings like this?" She asked. His arm was wrapped around her neck while his other hand was in her long hair, his cold fingertips caressing her warm scalp. "No...this mafia king has been tamed by you. " He said and she nodded while humming. "Hmm, so only I can see this baby's side?" She asked and he nodded.

"You’ve helped me in more ways than I can count since you entered my life. In such a short period of time, you filled a void in my heart and made me so happy. I was scared after you told me about the mafia, but I knew deep down that you wouldn't hurt me. Yes, we've been through hell and it's not over, but I believe we can get through it together as long as I have you by my side. I promise to always love you, to be faithful to you, to be there for you when you need me, and to hurt anyone who tries to take you away from me. I never want to be without your touch, kisses, laugh, smile, scent, or just you in general. Nobody will ever be able to replace you, Alessandro. My mafia king, you're mine.

She reached between them, palming him through his trousers, stroking the impressive size. “Fuck,” he growled, flipping her suddenly so she was beneath him on the wide couch. The mafia king loomed over her, dominance radiating off him in waves, he shoved the robe fully open, exposing her completely. His mouth descended on her breasts, tongue laving one nipple while his fingers pinched the other. Lower, his free hand pushed her thighs apart, tracing the soaked fabric between her legs. “You’re dripping for me already,” he said, voice thick with lust. Two thick fingers pushed the lace aside and plunged into her tight heat.

his partner, Lina nodded at him, smiling professionally. “You’re younger than we expected the king to be.” Damon said smoothly, changing the topic, his eyes still watching Killian closely after the deadly glare he threw at his partner. Killian turned his cold gaze to the man while Damon continued “Seems like the news travels fast.” 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.”

"Then what are you waiting for!" The roar came fast. His hand cracked across my face. Slap. My head snapped sideways. The heat from the slap spread through my cheek. "Do you think your life matters more than the name Moretti?" He gripped my chin, fingers digging deep through my skin. "You are a Moretti. We don't run. We fight until there is nothing left to fight." "I'm sorry," I choked out. "Sorry won't put a million dollars in my pocket. Sorry won't stop the other families from laughing at me." He released me and turned toward the window, staring out at the dark gardens. "I can't have a coward for a son. I won't."

He started walking toward us with others trailing behind him. When they came near, my stomach dropped by his sight. Noooooo.....no...way....pls don't let him be him.....pls God..... But my little prayer was not heard by God as I could easily get the close view of him. ALPHA KING more like Royal king. I stood there like a statue watching him heading to our side. ......He has a connection with some mafia too. .........Never get caught my eyes. ............Mafiaaaa. Ohh God....save me.....i..i...What should I do......run...yes...run...

The driver parked the car in the underground parking lot after dropping Catherine and Sarah at the doorstep. Something caught Catherine’s attention when she has just reached the door. She turned back to take a good look when she found a video playing on the big screen on the opposite building of mart. The video was of a very fine, handsome man giving an interview. She recognized the man in an instant. The man is the president of Vitale Group, Evan Vitale, her brother’s closest friend, and her childhood sweetheart. Their parents also shared the closest bond despite being from two Mafia clans, so the children also became the closest kin to each other.

Her smile doesn't reach her eyes. Adriano says almost nothing through the whole meal, eyes on his plate, deliberately not looking my way even once, and I catch myself watching him not look at me more than I'd like to admit. "Oh," Valentina says suddenly, "I've dropped my napkin." She glances at me, sweet, apologetic. "Elena, would you mind?" I bend without thinking, reaching under the table, and freeze. Valentina's foot is pressed high against Adriano's cock, rubbing it deliberately, unmistakably, and Adriano's jaw is tight, his hand gripping the edge of the table like he's holding himself back from taking her right there.