The Mafia King's Temptation Novels & Stories

He replied to her. "I'm not praising you." She rolled her eyes. "I'm not even dying to hear the compliments from you." He said while looking at her. "You are so boring." She commented "I’m not sitting here to entertain you." He replied her "Then make me comfortable and entertain me." "Oh hello, excuse me! I’m the King of the Mafia World. " "If you're a mafia king, then don't you eat?" "If you're a mafia king, then don't you sleep?"

“You heard me. You work for me now. Touch yourself, Scarlett. Show me exactly how wet you are for me,I want to see you dripping on my floor as you touch your self. My mind screamed at me to run, to grab my clothes and bolt. But as I stood under the heavy gaze of the mafia king of Chicago, my hand drifted down my stomach on its own accord. I was trapped in his cage, and heaven help me, I didn’t want him to let me out.

“Marry me Giselle.” He breathes into my neck. “I can't, you belong to another Romero.” I whisper. Giselle Gilmore, a girl whose past has been turned upside down in a life of crime and violence gets involved with Romero De La Rosa, the most feared and powerful Mafia Lord and becomes too attached to his daughter Lauryn De La Rosa. When she gets a chance to reunite with the family, a long time family alliance made with another Mafia family engaging Romero De La Rosa to another woman in marriage appears and any bridge of the arrangement will lead to the biggest war ever witnessed in the underworld. Will Romero De La Rosa bend backwards to the underworld rule or will he fight for his love.

Thank God for the masks, so I wouldn’t be easily recognized. Chandeliers cast a warm glow, illuminating the hall. Tables stacked with fine desserts and wines stood at the corners. Bickering and laughter, followed by the clanking of glasses echoed through the atmosphere. There weren’t just normal wealthy elites here. I’d been in the company of people like my father long enough to recognize this was the gathering of organized criminals. Mafia Dons, Heiresses, corrupt politicians and officails who smiled for the public and slit throats in private. This was their night. And somehow, I was a part of it.

he wasn't just a distraction. He was temptation. And temptations in our world got people killed. My phone buzzed on the bedside table. I picked it up, hoping to receive some intel. It was him. Rocco: Still breathing, mafia queen? I swallowed. My fingers hovered over the screen before I sent: Me: Disappointed? He responded too fast. Rocco: Not yet. I could almost hear the smile in his words. I tossed the phone onto the ground like it had burned me. My chest rose and fell too quickly.

I expressed my gratitude for him. “And thank you for accepting me with all my flaws. You still choose to live with a mafia king.” He said and wrapped me in his embrace. I felt happy to be claimed by the mafia king. [ The End ]

I was still getting used to the fact that in such a short time I had become involved in the life of mafia gangs. First, a mafia king kidnaps me, afterward I find out that the so-called man my Uncle wanted me to get married to was a mafia gang leader. I was still trying to process how my life turned around in such a short time. “Come Angelo. Come have a drink with me,” I gestured to the couch across from where I sat. “I have to…” “Oh come on! Loosen up. Nothing is going to happen here,” I assured him. He looked reluctant but came to sit with me anyway. I drank non-alcoholic wine while Angelo drank Vodka.

I asked him. The sabastian’s were another mafia gang not mine but I’m the king of all. The sabastian’s were also a powerful gang but they could not get to me. They tried all means but still nothing. They used Vanessa’s father but we were quick to know the schemes. Sabastian was a young man who was filled with envy and he was very cunning and manipulative but I was smarter and always a step ahead from all of his place making him lose all the time.

My best friend had been fucking my mate behind my back for almost six months, maybe a year even, who knows when their affair began, and he wanted me to give my consent to the elders to let her be Luna so that she would bear his mark. So that her child would take over as Alpha and I would be cast aside and forgotten? I may have bore Lucian’s insults, contempt and burning hate towards me all these years, I may have tolerated shit from the Omegas and his Beta, and I may have been played stupid by Diana… I slapped down the papers on the table and got up, tears brimming in my eyes. …but I will never let him have that satisfaction of watching me break down and cry before him again like the patheti

Until I faintly heard the voice that makes my heart rate low down. “You missed some important part of the story, Pierre Jacques. Heir to the French Mafia throne, 36 years old, unmarried because you had the reputation of a rapist. Should I continue?” Marco bold voice echoes across the room. The silence that follows was deafening.