Novel & Cerita The Mafia King's Temptation

I raised a brow at her and smirked. "We're the knight Ryder's darling. And you're stuck in a room full of dangerous people that are part of the most powerful, dangerous and ruthless Mafia that has America under control by their Mafia king who's in charge of everything that is happening all around you, and their Mafia king who won't take no for an answer from a clueless feisty women like you." Her eyes slowly widen as she glanced around the room with cautious. "Mafia king?" She asked out loud with confusion. "Yes darling. Mafia king." I repeated. She stared at me with wide shocked eyes and I smiled at her. "Me."

He was just like how a mafia king should be, heartless void of feeling any emotion and the BEAST whom no-one could tamed. Handling all the affairs of the Under-World at the age of 16. Instead of learning how to play with friends he learnt how to kill his enemies and make his rivals bow down to him, instead of watching and hanging out with friends he was out hunting for his night companions. Before becoming a boy he became a man. Nobody knows how the Mafia King look like all they know is how he does his work. And the ones who have seen him had not returned Home. The world knows him as Austin King the CEO of Kingston Company. But to the underworld he was the Claimed King.

Stefano Valentino, the king of the Italian mafia. A ruthless man, who kills, like he is taking a walk. A man, the whole world fears. It was time for that, King, to rise and conquer what was his. Yes. Mine Tiara doesn't even know, what she had signed herself, for. She had sold herself to the devil. A devil, who will protect her, only to cage her in his arms. It didn't take long for me to track her whereabouts. Not was tough to dig into her past.

“Okay! Okay! No condiments required.” And just like that, their version of domestic bliss rolled forward: cravings, tears, chaos, and love in equal measure. In the heart of a mafia empire, with chaos and war always brewing somewhere outside their windows, Nico and Lucas built their own little world full of snack wrappers, belly rubs, and soft touches that never needed translation. Even if it smelled faintly of vinegar.

King's mansion was now completely changed because King himself had changed, now, he wasn't that old ruthless, cold-hearted monster but a gentle emperor, he had become a soft hearted person who also cares about his people, his temper was now completely changed, and he had become easier to get along with, and all the credit went to Anna, who changed him that much that his guards were also shocked, it was very difficult for them to believe on what they used to see in the villa every day. The old-fashioned Mafia King had become a modern and shameless lover who would usually find kissing his lover passionately in front of anyone. His temper was so much changed that sometimes he didn't get angry e

“You're on your own now.” “That doesn't scare me.” He sneered. “My father…” “Your father?” The man's voice dripped with mockery. “Where's your father now? He's comfy in his office, while you're bleeding and begging for your life.” “I'm not begging.” Enzo flinched. “No?” The man chuckled. “Then why are your knees shaking?” “What do you want?” Enzo's eyes were filled with fear. “Now you're asking the right questions.” The man smirked. “You see, your father took my products, and didn't pay me. That's the problem.”

What a lovely day it had turned into for everyone except for a particular mafia boss. The mafia boss let out a muted noise of discontentment. Didn't they have anything interesting to report? Traitors to be made examples of? No people playing in territory that didn't belong to them? Anything would've been better than the financial report his right-hand man continued to drone on about. David's head remained supported by a hand under his chin as he forced himself to continue listening.

His rage simmered just below the surface, threatening to shatter his carefully crafted composure. He never got stolen from. It was an abomination to those who knew him. It was an unforgivable transgression. And yet, it had happened. With his rage will come chaos. His perpetrators will pay, they always do. It was a promise, a known fact. He is Stefano De Rico. A Mafia kingpin whose name sent shivers down the spine of even the most hardened criminals. He is the master of the underworld. He tames even the wildest beasts that refuse to bend to his will.

nothing changed. "I actually thought that after marrying you, king will change. I mean the way he argued even with his father at the competition just showed how much he cared for you. But I guess I was wrong. Whole Mafia knows, king is the most dangerous man here. He is ruthless and many times when I look at him, I just can't see any human staring back at me but some powerful being. When he looks at people he always has that look that other person is not important or even human in his eyes. But with you... I always saw something different. I guess I was wrong" she said and I looked away.

When one watched too many people have their life snuffed out of them, one looked for other means to ease the emptiness. And sex had been quite the fix. Until it wasn't. The men in the mafia sucked and were as selfish as hell. That man from the club didn't look like he would suck, though. A very naughty voice quipped in my head and I felt my body strum in awareness. I could still feel his hands gripping my hair tight, his lips skimming down my skin, driving me nuts until all I could think about were those dirty words he had whispered in my ears. I rubbed my thighs together under the silly oink dress. I should have worn pants and dressed like a dammed combatant instead. Perhaps that would have