Watch Me Burn, Mafia King

Name: Watch Me Burn, Mafia King
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Author: Nocturnal

Nocturnal

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Revenge Alpha Billionaire Love After Marriage Love Triangle

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Her ex-husband threw her away like trash: humiliated, barren, and pregnant with his heir. But death didn’t take her. Another man did. A mafia king with blood in his hands and a code, "never harm the innocent". He saved her once, and when he saw her selling her body just to eat, he saved her again. But this time by keeping her close, too close. "Who are you, Claire Valli? There's purity in you, but there must be some darkness too, one strong enough to hook a beast like me." He says, and I whimper. Hot and sweaty. While she swore never to be caged again, he promised she'd never have beg again. But when her ex-husband, her captor, comes hunting for his “property,” war ignites. She’s no longer the broken wife he humiliated. She’s learning to fight, to kill, and to survive the mafia's cruel world. New complications arise: her ex-husband and her new lover are old friends. Against these odds, she’ll make sure the man who discarded her watches her win with a new king, a new power, and a heart that no longer bleeds for him. Claire Valli is no more a victim but a Mafia Queen.

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PROLOGUE

~Prologue~

~Cassian Moretti~

"Five dead at a spray shooting in Royston Diamond. Twelve at the general market bombing. Two more found with their throats slit in the open street.”

I drop the tablet and cross my arms. The darkness and coldness of this room isn't as engulfing as the man tied to a chair in front of me.

"Bingo. Had to leave my signature." He says like it's a damn joke.

I grab his neck, my eyes pinning against his green ones. It's devoid of life. "It's not even a week since your escape. Nineteen dead." I spit. "All innocent."

"Here we go again." He snatched his neck from my grasp. "I didn't raise you this way." His eyes have no remorse.

"No, you raised me to be a monster. I just learned to keep mine tamed...Father."

He blurts in, spitting at the floor. “Don’t call me father, you bastard. I don’t raise weaklings.”

Of course, he doesn't.

I turn to my bodyguard, Nyx. She slips the cold weight of a pistol into my palm. Just like father had taught me, my fingers don't tremble even as I near him.

“Mother died in a war you started,” I whisper. “You ruined everything this cult because of your ruthlesnes. I'll fix it without you being in it."

He laughs louder, even as I raise the barrel to his forehead.

“You don’t have the balls." His laugh increases, echoing. "You’ll always be a little bitch hiding behind your mother’s—”

Bang!

His head falls back with a hole in it. I expect an emotion. Perhaps guilt or regret but only feel my father's warm blood across my left cheek. Mouth opened with his sentence unfinished.

And just as he taught me, I felt nothing. No sadness. No despair. It's been a long time since I wanted to end him for every unspeakable things he made me do growing up.

"Boss, a phonecall." Says Nyx next to me.

I pick it, face emotionless. "Salvatore Russo— old friend. To what do I owe this pleasure?"

"Your thick ass will do." Salvatore snorts, and I shake my head. "I heard of the killings in your city."

I start to walk outside the basement. "That's been taken care of."

Salvatore makes an excited sound. "Oh? I want to the full gossip. Fill me in on the cruise ship."

"Cruise ship?"

"I'm bored of my city. I want a vacation, so I got a new cruise ship. Tag along with me. I have lots of women coming."

"Ah, nah. You know I'm not good with your kinds of women. They are assassins and smugglers." Salvatore has a thing for stoic and deadly women.

"We are assassins and smugglers. That's why we're Mafia kings. And for someone who rules LA, please tell me you're over your delusion of finding a pure woman to marry." Argh, of course, again, he uses that against me.

I roll my eyes as I say, "fine, dumbass. I'll round up here."

Salvatore howls through the speaker, ruining my ears. "Yes, baby! New Jersey awaits your arrival."

I cut the phone and stare into the ocean in front of one of my penthouses. Maybe father was right. Maybe I'm just as deadly as he was. My emotions are dead but that's the only way I can remain on the throne. And that's why I must find my queen. Soft, tender, loving, and most of all sweet and pure as a peach.