I glared when his hand reached again to my neck. Our faces only an inch apart. His big hand was almost wrapping it whole. His thumb massaging my throat like a feather. "And when I thrust inside of you, I want to hear you scream my name. Every name of mine."

"Dante. Adriano. Sol. Di. Angelo." His thumb stroking the center of my neck while uttering every name he owned. His eyes hooded in heat, lust clouding the windows of his soul. "And when you cum, it'll be Dante you moan."

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Hailynn Fleury is a talented painter. Growing up as an orphan, she and her best friend Ethan, always wanted to get back to the people that helped and cared for them. When one of her friends convinced her to auction her paintings at one of her charity events, it didn't take much persuasion knowing the money would go to the orphanage. 

On the night of the auction, her future took another turn when she saw a handsome man holding a gun. Later finding out that he was a mafia boss with an intention of keeping her from thereon. 

Witnessing him pulling a trigger to someone would have been the mafia boss' wisest decision to never let her go. Except that he couldn't touch the girl knowing the promise he had with his cousin. Dreams of bedding the girl is no longer an option. But how will he treat his ragazza, really?

Find out how both of their lives took a turn- with the aspiring artist and the Italian mafia boss.

Mafia King

“You know Vassily’s not the only one who’s going to trouble you.” 


I sighed while rubbing my face with an open palm. “I know.” 


“Nonetheless, he’s right. Sol is a name either they fear or adore and they will find the one who owns it. I don’t think you don’t know what happens after that.” 


“I know.” I mused. “You can’t stay here, Leo. I can’t let you drag down with me. Just because I quit doesn’t mean you have to.” 


He snorts in response. It held sarcasm and amusement at the same time. “What the hell are you saying, Angelo? Just because you quit doesn’t also mean you have the right to decide for me.” He steps towards me, placing his hand on my shoulder showing his support. “I wish nothing more than to support you, fratello mio. I will follow you- willingly.” 


My lips lifted upward in amusement. “So you’d rather live an ordinary and normal life than living a life in thrill?” His hand retracted before shrugging. 


Chapter 37