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All Chapters of One Night with the Mafian King: Chapter 1 - Chapter 4

4 Chapters

Episode 1

~Lisa's POV~"Dad! No! You can't do that. You can't take my money," I whined over the phone to my drunkard father. He replied, "Sweety, it's only for the week. Everything will be fine." He sounded really drunk, which made me wonder why I was making that call in the first place. It was like running into a dead end.That was the third time that week my father had taken my money to go spend it in some bar, and I wasn't having it. Ever since my mom died, this was what I had to deal with—my father's irresponsibility. It was one hell of a chore taking care of a grown-ass man."Hey, Maribel," I said after she had heard my line connect successfully to my best friend's."Hey, what's up?" Maribel replied rather coldly."Uh, could you do me a favor?" I asked nervously."Sure, I'm the one to call whenever there's a favor needed," she replied sarcastically."I just really need your help, Maribel. I'm sorry, but I can't help it sometimes," I pleaded."Let me guess, your father took your money again

Episode 2

One Night with the Mafian King/EllaRose

~Alejandro’s POV~"Boys, we need to pay that man a visit. It seems he has forgotten who's boss," I said to my boys after checking my records and seeing that Sancho still owed me a lot of money—up to $215,000. He was going to pay me by sweat or by blood.I had my boys look for him, and as expected, he was at a bar, drinking away his life. I had my men bring him to my den, tie him up, and beat him up a little. "You have something that belongs to me—a lot of it," I said menacingly, hoping to put fear into him. But he was too drunk to mutter a reasonable word. I was frustrated enough at the fact that he owed me, but I was even angrier that one could hardly ever catch him sober."What was I thinking lending you money?!" I muttered to myself angrily and landed a hard blow across his face."Finish him," I said and turned to walk away, expecting my men to do exactly as I said while I went to look for another solution to his impending debt."You, Torres! Go and bring me any or all of his succe

Episode 3

One Night with the Mafian King/EllaRose

~Lisa’s POV~"You?!" I yelled when I saw his face. I was so confused; I barely remembered anything that happened the night before, but I remembered seeing him in that bar. However, he looked so different now. He had tattoos everywhere. It was scary. I was scared for my life, and I had no idea who they were, which just frightened me even more."Lisa, how could you be so stupid?!" I scolded myself."Will you calm down, or should I tell my boys to calm you down their way?" he threatened in the most masculine aura I'd ever seen. He seemed dangerous."Who are you?" I finally brought myself to ask."Your new nightmare," he replied, and I scoffed."What do you want from me? Why am I here? I swear I have nothing to offer," I said, and he just stared coldly at me. Then he signaled to his boys, and the next thing I knew, they threw a dead body at my feet. Upon looking at the face, I instantly recognized him as my father."No!" I screamed, trying to struggle my way out of that chair. I cried and

Episode 4

One Night with the Mafian King/EllaRose

~Lisa's POV~"Mmm, baby, you look spectacular," he said, scrutinizing me from head to toe.I was told to make sure to look my best, as I was already in his favor, but I could be his favorite mistress. However, I had other plans in mind. Yes, Lois had told me about his late wife and how he grieved the death of his unborn son. I wondered if I could give him that son. Then I would be free from poverty and attain some level of power. I would be his queen. I hatched my plan, and nothing was going to make it fail."I was told your favorite color is black, my Lord," I said, walking seductively toward him."Of course it is, and oh my, what did you call me?" he asked, opening his arms wide for me."My Lord?" I said, walking into a warm embrace with him."Say it again," he grunted in my ear, and damn, he reeked of alcohol."My Lord," I said more smoothly this time, then suddenly he pushed me away."Strip for me, that's why I pay you," he commanded, and I almost fell in fear.I started dancing s