The Mafia Emperor Copyright © 2022 by Seerat Kaur All rights reserved. No part of this book/Series may be reproduced, stored or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, scanning, or otherwise without written permission from the Writer. It is illegal to copy this book, post it to a website, or distribute it by any other means without permission, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. This book is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental. THE MAFIA EMPEROR - Book Two Excitement blasted through my veins as I stepped into my husband's house. Our new home! I always wanted to be in New York before my wedding. But when I got married to him, I thought all my dreams would end in ashes. But he changed my thoughts and brought happiness to
' Duante has created a unique kind of atmosphere around me. When he's not around me, I can't stop thinking about him. A small smile is always tugged on my face. I'm leading a happy life in our successful marriage. It's our first wedding anniversary today. He'll give me the moon if I ask to. I want this night to be special. I've been attracted to him from the day I saw him.' I removed the apron and kept it on the dark green counter. I whirled and ran my hand on my silver dress. I had prepared the dinner myself for us. I grabbed the trays from the encounter with a blissful smile and took the stairs. The clink of my silver plump heels broke the silence of the night. I had told the guards to leave me alone. I didn't want anyone to inform him. I slid the tray onto the table and glanced around the decoration. I had chosen the roof garden for our celebration. My smile broadened as it rested on the shining moonballs on the grass. It wasn't actual moons. But they looked li
A gasp jumped from my lips. My eyes widened in shock. I walked in slowly. Still, wondering, he remembered this day. I whirled on my bare feet looking at my surroundings at all kinds of red, and white flowers. Red roses, orchids, daisies, lilies, all kinds of bouquets, dozens of red roses. My inside tinged with happiness. I twirled as I felt him. His coat was hanging in a deadly grip, his face was severe, eyes blazing. The top three buttons were unfastened, showing his hard muscles. His furious gaze met my tearful eyes. I quickened my steps at him and curled my arms around his torso. "You remember! I thought…" Tears rolled down. I glanced up at him. His arms came around me, slowly. His gaze was perplexed a little, "I cooked for us. I was waiting for you. I thought you forgot our day." A chill ran down my spine continuously staring into his dark eyes. "You didn't check the room," His voice was slow and intense. He schooled his cold expression after a soft sigh.
DUANTE'S POV Silence fell. I took a deep breath. I was f****** upset that she forgot our day. It had been a year. I didn't plan this day to celebrate killing snakes. It was a sign. I had one more enemy who was dying to go to his grave I glanced upstairs. There could be hundreds of crawling creatures. It was my wife's favorite place, "Burn it," I told Aakash. He grabbed the Kerosene barrel, "Ok, boss." He ascended the stairs. Zhang came out of the room, "There were only two." He said. I could see blood on the shiny blades "Check the entire house," I told him and walked toward the stairs. I climbed up. My gaze darted around the decoration. She was looking hurt. Aakash was gathering them on the grass, "People will know it, boss." He said as he opened the barrel, "Morning's headline will be. International Billionaire's penthouse caught on fire." He laughed. The corners of my lips curled up in a slight smirk. My
I never questioned his decision. But I loved our house. My throat closed up when he said we were moving. He hadn't stayed in one place permanently, except in Mexico and Hyderabad. Assassin opened the door for me. I stepped out anxiously. It was his parents' house. For the last ten minutes, I was watching grass ground, trees, guards with guns, and most eyes catching a white villa in the center of it. A fountain in front of it. I could see the blue water around it shining proudly from a distance. "Thank you, but I can do it," I said to him with a smile. He nodded and stepped back. "Ready," Duante asked quietly as he extended his hand after climbing down from the driver seat. I took his hand excitedly and curled my second hand around his arm. I was hoping it would be our permanent residence. He had business all over the world. Duante didn't leave me alone. With it, it seemed impossible. His fist clenched and unclenched. He must have a lot of m
One side of his mouth lifted as he kept talking to Uncle. His wry smile added more charm to him. His gaze averted on me. I always felt he could see deep into my soul. Sometimes, I tried to hide things from him, but his eyes would be on me. In less than a second, he would know it. My phone beeped. I stared at it expecting a new message from Mini or Rose. My smile faded when I looked down at the screen. I could feel He was watching me with his intense eyes. I exited the room and dragged myself toward our room. I swiped my fingers on it while drifting toward the room. I clicked on it. 'Why aren't you wearing a golden dress today?' My heart pounded against my chest in fear. My phone began to shiver in my hand. Ricky's ghost frightened me in my nightmares. Duante never left me alone, particularly at night. I was his obsession, he had killed many people just for reaching me. I trembled when his hand caught the phone and his second arm wrapped aro
I woke up in bed instead of on the couch. I pushed myself up, fixing my palms on the mattress. I gazed around but there was no sign of him. I sighed as I let all those thoughts hit me again. "How could I sleep so long?" I muttered to myself in a sleepy voice. I could feel sadness rising inside me. I stepped out of the bed. I walked toward the door. Reluctantly, I reached for the door handle. I twisted it. A smile crawled on my lips when it opened. I pulled it. Freedom! Assassin was already on his feet on the other side of the door. I ignored him as I walked out toward the front door of the mansion. I wanted to go out and feel the fresh air. I didn't have my phone. There was only my gun with me. His threat was running over my mind. The morning was chilled as I paced in the garden. I could hear the chirping of words. The atmosphere was peaceful away from the hustle and bustle of the city. Though I could hear the slight noise of horns, ch
I plopped onto the couch and rested my head on the arm of it. Why was he bothered now? My brows rose a bit at the sight of him standing in the room. The door closed with a thud. I turned my back to him. His hand curled around her upper arm pulling me up. I didn't pluck my gaze from the wall. He tugged me in his lap as he sat on the couch, "Does it hurt?" He asked the same question. I didn't want to answer him. His calloused fingers slipped in my hair, his fingers brushed my scalp. He found the bump on it. He looked shocked for a second. Then he set his jaw stone. He looked in my eyes, "You should fight back," He crooned. 'And infuriate you more!' I called in my brain. I blinked. I tried to study his face. He was repenting over it. I stayed calm in his arms. The silence fell. I didn't know what he was expecting. I was sure he wouldn't hurt me but I couldn't swallow it without feeling pain. I wanted to change my option. It was the third time he
A smile crawled on my face. The dark was hiding me. They took care of each other like brother and sister. Tom should be with his wife. He was comforting my scared wife as a father does to his scared little girl. "I won't talk to him when you find him. He shouldn't have disappeared." My wife wasn't looking certain about her threat. It broadened my smile. Like my wife, Tom believed it too that I could be alive and out somewhere watching them. They weren't wrong. They don't need to know it, just for now. "Do you think Andrew could be the stalker?" I saw fear in her eyes. I should have listened to her when she first voiced her dread. It's never too late. We might not be together but we were safe. And we were a family. Tom shook his head. "You're not thinking about it, your nightmare or anything. Your baby needs you now. You should be happy." "I don't know how to smile and be happy without him. He said right I didn't die without him. But I don't know how to l
I hopped in silently and accelerated the car. My phone vibrated in my pocket. I ignored it but it continuously began trembling in my pocket. I clicked on Bluetooth to answer it. "Boss, One of them survived. Aaron sir went in to interrogate him, himself." "And" I kept my eyes on the road. I could not take the nagging thought out of my head that they could have kidnapped her. There would not be any chance left to capture him but to attack him. "He has given us an address." It could be a trap. I hadn't known anyone spilling their guts out of their mouth until Aaron had made wounds on his already cut skin. "I'm not certain." I muttered. If I wasn't sure about anything, I couldn't sit until I got into the bottom of it. "Hire someone from a local gang. I need the report within six hours." I clicked to disconnect it. Meeting with Aaron or everything could wait. There was something essential. Why did my wife run away? I pulled t
"Devil," I hoarsely said. I was chasing my wife, and I checked into the same motel. It must be related to the footage. I was fucking furious at her My jaw was clenched under the mask. "The famous devil?" Assassin asked, looking a little shocked. He didn't know anything about me being Devil. But he was aware that there were some hidden guards watching my wife from afar. No one needed to see the face behind the mask. "I should recognize you from your look. No one has ever seen you." I nodded. Anger was still boiling inside me. My wife's eyes were on me. I looked at her, coldly. "Um, the shop owner must have called the police." She muttered, looking nervous. "I've messaged the cleaned-team." I said. Drake would be here with guards soon. I needed one of them alive. It could be a big help. My wife wouldn't be the only one Andrew would have sent to be kidnapped. For now, I wasn't going to leave my wife's side. "I don't know what a cleaned-te
Is this happiness I'm feeling? Did my father feel it when my mother was pregnant? I would have definitely asked him if he were alive. But I haven't been this relentless then. I ran my thumb over the black-and-white photo. My child. I haven't seen him, hold him but I feel attached to him. Tom must be feeling this. I couldn't talk to him. There are some battles that we have to face alone. He was acting on my advice and concentrating on the business. But he was also digging into the matter, trying to find the person who was behind all this. I heard the softest footsteps. It was easy to detect when you were aware of your surroundings. My eyes lifted from the file. Cristiano strode into the hall, his hands were shoved in his pockets. I motioned him to the front chair. " I was expecting you, but not alone?" My brows shot up. I was certain he would fall in love with Angela. Her frightened look reminded me of the day when I first saw my wife, draped in a bea
I did everything to keep her safe. I'll do it again. I have pushed her away from me. I hope it will be the last time. I pinched the bridge of my nose. It's going to be a difficult time for her. I hope she will keep my words in her mind. "We should tell Tom." Aaron's voice reached my ears. I shook my head. My wife would do anything to hear the truth from him. Uncle and his son, Andrew would notice it instantly. Andrew might be an eccentric person but he was good at playing mind games. It kept him alive for a long time. He should die in that building. "I want them to trust that. If he would be smart, he would remember our last conversation." I stared out at the night sky. I never let my guard down. My brothers know me. My wife has witnessed the happy side of me. I'm possessive and protective. "You're right, but I hate this." He told me. "I know." I muttered, it was a hard decision to take but to end this game forever, I had to do t
For now, it would be only Aaron and Drake. It would be better if fewer people knew about it. "Drake, call them to meet me in the warehouse. Now!" He said. Aaron's eyebrows shot up. "We have a meeting after two hours." He rubbed his fingers on his two-day-old stubble. "He can wait. Just message him this location. Traffic is going to keep him busy. It would earn us some more time." His blazing gaze turned to Drake. "There should be no trace of human activities." Drake nodded. "We can call them after meeting with Antonio Sir, boss." He suggested. "Just tell them to be here." He lashed. Drake bowed his head and drifted out of the old wooden office. "You should hear him. There may be a point in his suggestion." Aaron said. He smiled his way. "I know what I'm doing." His grip fastened on the back of the old chair. Aaron looked at him, holding no expression on his face. "I have a feeling. You have already planned eve
AFTER TWO DAYS... Anger surged through him. He leaned across the counter and stared out with a deep scowl. "He cut his body in hundred pieces," Drake said, a disgusting look on his face. "And Sofia and her son?" He asked. His arms were folded over his chest. His hands were fisted tightly that his knuckles went white. "Arsh and Aakash are searching for them. We haven't gotten a clue yet, boss. " Drake shook his head. "Boss, Aaron Sir has reached," Cey said. He slightly nodded his head and pushed him away from the counter. His eyes were matching the color of his, and two inches shorter than him, his cousin, walked into the hall. Opening his arms, he embraced him. "Brother, it's important or I would have never asked you to come when Eveleen is pregnant." Aaron said. He patted his back strongly. "Is everything alright?" He asked him. "You need to hear it out." Taking long strides back, he took the couch. "I can trust your Ten?" He ask
Antonio's POV I hadn't heard from my daughter. I had called her grandma. But she wasn't answering. He had sent his guard to check on them. He never liked the habit of her denying the security around her. She wanted to lead a normal life and he loved her so much to give her anything. Duante walked in the hall. Drake was always with him. He still remembered the small boy smiling but it was for a short period. After his parent's death, he adopted a cold expression. He was glad that he opened up for his wife. He could still see a little glimpse of his happy side around his wife. But it faded after he lost his memories. "Did we get any clue, son?" Antonio asked, getting on his feet. His head was still mulling over his daughter and grandchild. He glanced at him for a long second. "Is Sofia alright?" Duante asked, his poker face wasn't giving anything. "It has been a week. I called Betha's house. She didn't answer. I'm worried. She always leaves a message
He was smirking, madness could be seen in his eyes. His lustful eyes were glued on the display. He ran his thumb on her rosy lower lip. "Soon! The day isn't that far. The day you'll be in my arms, beneath me." He laughed, rubbing his hand on his chest. "Er... It's a bad idea. She's pregnant." Cole told him, looking over his shoulder at the display. A wave of fierce anger rose in him. He jumped on his feet and turned to him with a sharp expression. He grasped his neck in a death grip. He began to jab several punches in his face. Cole groaned in pain, trying to dodge his punches and lifting his both arms. It only infuriated him more. He was a mad person. His knuckles were crimson with his blood. He broke his jaw. " Andrew," Max came running into the room. "He's important. You can't ruin his face." He curled his both arms around his middle pulling him away from him. Cole fell to the ground, and the front of his shirt was soaked in his blo