All Chapters of Taming the Mafia King: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter 1: No Mercy for ThievesLeonardo Draconis D’Angelo held a gun to pretty boy’s head as he bawled his eyes out in fear. The stench of blood and urine filled the filthy room, making it almost hard to breath, but Draco didn’t flinch. He was used to the scent of fear and he seemed to bask in it.“Now…what made you think it was a good idea to steal one of my precious family heirlooms and try to run away?” Draco asked the boy. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice the little deception? Or were you trying to play the player?”“I-I-I….I-I…” the boy of about twenty years swallowed hard as tears fell from his eyes like a waterfall. His clothes were soaked through with sweat and the bloodstains on the wall made him even more fearful for his life. He wasn’t getting out of here alive and it was a fact he had known the instant Leonardo’s men had hauled him into the sub from the busy suburbs of New York.How he had been found was beyond him, but he must have been a fool to even imagine that he cou

Chapter 3: The Official EncounterDraco’s P.O.VWho was that woman?It was the first thought that came to mind as soon as my eyes met vivid green ones from across the room. She stood out like a beacon, a flash of wildfire amid the monochrome of the crowd. She had violated the dress code on purpose, that much even I could tell, especially from the tilt of her lips into a sly smile that few women knew how to pull off.But why? With the mix of her Italian-American features, paired with that hourglass body…there was no way she would go unnoticed even if she wore a rag to the red-carpet. Then why had she chosen to wear that devil red dress that made her even more attractive than any of the supermodels I had dated in the past?Well…wasn’t that a question every single person in the party was dying to know?She walked in slow, measured steps, extending her hand to the passing waiter as he stopped just for her, so she could fetch herself a champagne flute. I saw the waiter transfixed in his pl

Chapter 5: An Intriguing little PuttanaDraco’s P.O.V“Capo! Capo!”Riccardo burst through the doors to my study, making my head snap in his direction in irritation. Leaning up from the naked woman on my desk, I sneered at my guard. “This better be good, Rico.”“It’s Devon!” Rico sounded out of breath. “He’s in bad condition…”“The bagman?” I growled. “If he’s incapable of collecting our dept then chop him up and throw him to the sharks!”“No, Capo.” Rico lowered his head. “Someone tried to burn him alive.”That got my attention instantly.“Leave,” I ordered the puttana still lying on my desk as I picked up my shirt from the floor and buckled up my belt. She immediately got off, and clutching her clothes to her chest, ran out of the room. Outside, my men lowered their eyes, giving her the dignity she needed to find an empty room and get dressed.“Lead me to him.” I ordered Rico once I had put my shirt back on.Rico complied and began leading me towards the infirmary where Devon was cu

Chapter 7: Saved by the QueenRegina’s P.O.VI caught a hold of the man’s arm and bend it all the way backward before he could react or recognize me.The scream of pain that he emitted was just as I had expected. Pathetic. A sore loser who jerked off to a woman’s pain, was only good at berating those weaker than them; but when faced with a stronger opponent, they wail and cry and act the victim instead.“Listen up, little fucker,” I spat at him as I kicked his shin, sending him straight to the ground. “No, means NO!”I twisted his arm further back and had the pleasure of hearing his wail once again. It garnered the interest of a few passerbies’ but once they noticed the scantily clad woman next to me, they simply turned away and began minding their own business.I turned to the girl who he had been harassing for about fifteen minutes now, but no one, not even her brethren had come to her rescue. However, it was expected of them, wasn’t it? After all, there was no loyalty among whores.

Chapter 9: La SorellaRegina’s P.O.VA bucket of ice cold water being thrown over my head brought me back to consciousness.The first thing I noticed, even before opening my eyes, was the fact that I was on my knees, held suspended by metal cuffs attached to my arms.I opened my eyes to beautiful blue orbs staring right at me and even before I noticed the rest of his features, I knew exactly who I was in the presence of. The Lion of New York never failed to leave a memorable first impression.His hair was gelled back and yet, a few dark strands had dared to grace his forehead. Broad shoulders, a lean waist and strong legs…he filled every inch of the expensive suit he was wearing. Black jacket and pants paired with a silken red shirt underneath. If I hadn't been so intimidated, I would’ve reminded him that we matched…even though the situation didn’t call for light-hearted teasing.“You’re ‘the sister’?” Draco gave me a suspicious look, not believing me for an instant. “You? La sorella?