All Chapters of Mafia King: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Ever since my cousin gave up the mafia and chose to live peacefully with his new family, I made sure no one dared to harm them. Sol was the face of our mafia although ironically, he was careful not to let anyone be familiar with his face. He was a prudent man. As much as he could, he wanted to avoid war or anything that would bring harm to the family. He was more like my padre who chose peace and order rather than conflict among mafias. However, that wasn’t enough to avoid greed and envy from others. In the end, he still managed to attract enemies. Our name and reputation was no different than royalty in our world. Just an utter of our name, people no doubt will know. When he stepped down, I had to do things differently- aside from the fact that I do handle things differently. In order to divert his enemies, I had to show my face and claim his name. I have enjoyed eliminating them one by one, especially those who do not appreciate my friendly offer. Things have been quiet after th

I instinctively stepped back the moment she moved to put down her legs and rose. There’s something about this woman that doesn't sit well with me. Her aura was dark and dangerous. The darkness of the room only added to that. She stepped out behind the desk and took careful steps towards me. Once she was halfway towards me, I could see her more clearly now. She was wearing an all white business suit. One that perfectly fitted her. Her long dark hair was up in a ponytail. She was very tall. A few inches taller than me. My back hit the wall as soon as she reached before me. She didn’t need to push me with her own hands. Her presence alone pressured me to push back. I couldn’t believe that there was a woman taller than me. I was already tall, over six feet. And the height she possessed added more to her menacing aura. “I believe you have something that belonged to me.” She spoke in a way that was calm yet firm and intimidating. “I...I-I… don’t know what you mean.” She snorted

“How do you even know where my basement is?” Sol asked as we made our way towards his basement. “You know I know everything, fratello.” I smirked mischievously at him. He stopped walking and turned to me, making me stop as well. “What are you up to, sorella? What is this that you want to talk about?” My smirk immediately fell, replaced with solemnity. “You’ll see.” I replied as I started walking again and he followed suit until we finally arrived in his basement. The room was dark and I did not intend to switch the light on. I let the moonlight do its work. Franco stood at the corner, waiting for my orders. And in the middle of the room, Dylan Ross sat on the chair with his hands finally tied behind his back. His head bent to his front. He was consciously on and off from all the beatings I did to him back at his apartment. “Sorella…” Sol began. “Explain.” He spoke calmly but there was curiosity and hint of firmness behind it as he watched the man in question in the center of the

“No, please. No.” I begged, shaking my head in misery. “Come along now.” She spoke with a hint of impatience. She was standing outside by the door of the car, waiting for me to step out. But I didn’t want to step out. I knew what awaits beyond the door. I don’t want anything bad to happen to my family. No, not like this. I regretted complying to that bastard’s demands, at the same time not. I had no choice. Right now, I don’t know what to do. They’re going to be in danger again because of me. Tears pooled my eyes as I begged for her mercy. “If you don’t step out of the damn car, tesoro, I will visit them myself.” She snapped. “No, no, no! I…” I stopped her as she almost turned around to leave. I gulped. “Please… I’ll tell you who’s behind it. Please just leave my family alone.” She stared at me blankly. I know she’s waiting for me to speak what she wants to hear. My mouth opened ready to spill it to her but I couldn’t. I choked. My eyes were wide in alarm when she slammed th

I instinctively swallowed down my own saliva, throat bobbed up and down at the sight before me. Her beauty is that of a goddess and a body to match. She’s perfect and beyond. She grins when she sees my stunned state. “Ciao, tesoro.” Her voice pulled me out of my reverie. I remembered that despite being carved to perfection, she’s actually a witch. The nickname managed to put a frown on my face. I still have to find out what the heck that means. “I… I’m ready to talk.” There was a huge burden on my shoulders weighing me down. I don’t know if telling her the truth is right. It’s not like I have a choice. But she’s right here with my family and if I do something wrong, I don’t know if I can ever forgive myself for letting her harm them when I have the power to avoid it. Cara sat on the edge of my bed, discarding the towel that once caressed her dark hair. She pats the bed, gesturing to me to sit beside her. I followed defeatedly like a dog. She was silent and I knew she wanted me t