Book review | The Mafia King

In a tale woven with intrigue and passion, penned by the masterful storyteller Sakura Joe, delve into the hypnotic world of "King of the Mafia." A moment charged with desire unfolds as his hand reaches for her delicate neck, their faces locked in a magnetic intimacy. Each name he whispers—Dante, Adriano, Sol, Di, Angelo—leaves an indelible mark on her skin, a prelude to a darkness tinged with forbidden lust. Amidst this enigmatic dance, Hailynn Fleury, a talented painter shaped by orphanhood's shadows, finds herself entangled in a dangerous game of power and desire orchestrated by a mysterious mafia kingpin. Secrets, promises, and the allure of the underworld collide in a narrative that unfurls the intertwined destinies of an artist seeking solace and a mafia boss bound by duty and desire. Explore the depths of their connection as they navigate a landscape fraught with danger and seduction, where choices made can shatter lives forever.

Part 1: The Mafia King story line

Part 2: The main characters of The Mafia King

Part 3: The most popular chapters of The Mafia King

Part 1: The Mafia King story line

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." --- 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.

Part 2: The main characters of The Mafia King

Male Character Description:

The male protagonist exuded an aura of danger and allure, his movements calculated yet brimming with raw passion. With a commanding presence, his large hand enveloped her slender neck, a juxtaposition of power and tenderness in his touch. Dark and mysterious, he possessed a commanding gaze that spoke volumes—eyes hooded with heat and desire, concealing the tumultuous depths of his soul. Each uttered name—Dante, Adriano, Sol, Di, Angelo—dripped with charisma, promising a world of pleasure and forbidden longing. Despite his position as a mafia boss bound by unbreakable oaths, his internal conflict between duty and desire added layers to his enigmatic persona, leaving his true intentions shrouded in mystery.

Female Character Description:

Hailynn Fleury stood as a beacon of resilience and creativity, her spirit shaped by the trials of orphanhood yet imbued with a fierce determination to give back to those who had once offered kindness. A talented painter with a heart brimming with gratitude, she embodied grace and strength in the face of adversity. Her bond with Ethan, her faithful friend, showcased a deep-rooted companionship built on shared experiences and unspoken understanding. Innocent yet spirited, Hailynn found herself thrust into a world of danger and temptation when she crossed paths with the enigmatic mafia boss. Unaware of the intricate web of power and desire that awaited her, she would soon discover that her encounter with him would irrevocably alter the course of her life, challenging her beliefs and unraveling hidden desires she never knew existed.

Part 3: The most popular chapters of The Mafia King

The Mafia King Chapter 4

"Get up."

The owner of the voice pulled off the blanket covering me. I stirred slightly. "Get up. You're going to cook." Shaking me roughly this time, finally, waking me up. I rubbed my eyes while sitting up.

I stare at him groggily, trying to clear his godly image. The mafia boss was scowling at me.

"Don't make me wait." He then stormed out leaving me to still process everything.

"So you decided that I'm going to be your maid?" I asked once I set his breakfast.

"For now. You saved my inconvenience to hire someone. Can't have another repeat of what happened the other night." I winced, inhaling a sharp breath.

He started eating his breakfast. I cleared my throat before speaking. "I need clothes." I said almost in a whisper.

He stopped delivering the food to his mouth and he turned his head to look at me. There was a slight glare on his eyes. "What?"

"I need clothes. I have been wearing this outfit for two days now." I made sure that I didn't sound demanding and respect was found in my voice.

He snorted. "Is it another way of telling me- darling, buy me clothes, so I could give you my credit card?" He crossed his arms as he leaned languidly to the chair.

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I stare at the monitor of Ethan's laptop in my room, brainstorming how to finish his work. Now that I'm the owner, I officially decided to continue the book.

Unexpectedly... and unfortunately he stopped writing at the peak of the two leading characters' heated scene. I'm actually surprised that I no longer blush reading this kind of genre. I have always read Ethan's book before he sends it to his editor. He will ask me what I think about it and sometimes ask for suggestions.

He had gone for teacher and student, doctor and patient, the typical ones like boss and secretary. The pending book was about the driver and his boss. Apparently, he had this idea when we asked Avery on how she met her husband. Except that the driver here is a guy and his boss was a cold hearted lady. And he manages to worm his way into her heart.

I don't know if someone already used this kind of concept but Ethan writes amazing R-rated scenes which makes the readers feel absorbed in the book. I don't even know if I can match his writings.

"Kinky. What about a mafia boss and a sexy painter who happens to have an amazing ass?" I gasped in surprise at the sudden voice. I jumped off my seat when I felt his lips against my ears.

The Mafia King Chapter 6

I ignored his movement and instead asked him another question. "Why does Avery call you Angelo?"

He stopped midway, almost hovering me. He leaned back only to sit beside me and annoyingly too close for my comfort. He rested his back languidly on the backrest, placing his right arm behind me.

"Everyone who knew me calls me Angelo, a nickname that grew on me. My men call me capo or don and there are some who call me Sol. As for the answer to your question, I have my men here but I try to be discreet and not give away who I am. They are blending in and trying to act like normal citizens here. But if something goes wrong, they will in no doubt act instantaneously. And they basically just await my orders.” He shrugs. “Trust me, amore, you don't want to know or see them."

"Oh." I answered rather blankly. He's right. If I see them, I'm pretty sure I'll be scared shit of him again. "Is Angelo your surname?" I asked again, deciding to let go of the topic of his men. I remember him reciting all of his names.

"It's Di Angelo. I'm pretty much the prince of the family thus everyone calling me Angelo."

I snorted a laugh. "That's so ironic considering what you do. You should be called diavolo."

He smirked playfully. "So you knew italian for devil and yet not for amore."

I glared at him. "It was some random fact I read from Ethan's book."

He frowned. "Ethan again." I rolled my eyes. "You can only roll your eyes when I fuck you, amore." I flinched when I felt his mouth close to my ear. I immediately jumped back at the same time my heart did.

The Mafia King Chapter 7

“Do you want me to apologize, amore?”

I try to ignore him. He was sitting on the kitchen island waiting for his dinner. I’m no longer in the mood for our usual banter. I’d rather ignore his assiness. What he said this morning was below the belt and it very much offended me.

“Amore… speak. I dislike being ignored.” His tone changed. It was cold and hard.

I paused, having second thoughts whether to reply to him or not but the obvious edge in his voice made me do so. “I don’t want your apology. Not when it’s shallow.” My voice was low and rough.

He chuckled, deep and reverberating. “It’s not like I care, amore, but I figured you’d like my apology.”

“Well, save it.” I retorted coldly. There was silence for a moment before he started talking again.

“The painting... did he make it?” There was no malice in his tone but only filled with pure curiosity.

“We did.” I replied curtly with a purpose of only answering him.

“Do I need to apologize for ruining it?”

I stopped stirring. I slowly turned to face him. “That painting, Mister Di Angelo, in which you obviously know it, was special to me. He finally succumbed to my request of doing a painting with me after months of persuasion, only he died months later. No money or even your soul could equal it. So please… save your empty apologies, Dante. I don’t need it.” I turned around swiftly and continued cooking.

The Mafia King Chapter 8

“I met people who're as innocent as an angel like you…” His clear water eyes peering at me heatedly. “…but they’d still point a gun at me.”

I rolled my eyes. “Well, have you ever wondered why?” He raised a brow when he noticed a hint of sassiness. “What you are, said so.” I sighed. “These things didn’t cross my mind at all...” I waved my hands trying to mean the things that involve him and the mafia. “...when you weren’t in my life. Although I was mourning, I was content. You came and changed everything.” I pursed my lips together. “I trust Avery and your promise that you won’t do anything to hurt me. That’s the only thing that's keeping me sane here.”

“I need to step up my game then.”

“On what? Killing me?” I rolled my eyes again.

He suddenly grabbed my wrist in the midst of my sass. He was so fast with his movement that I didn’t catch him nearing me.

“One day, amore, my cock will shut you up.” He tightened his hold when his eyes travelled down to my lips. “Let me kiss you again.” He said breathily. He sounded quite desperate which I find hard to believe. He wanted someone who was so ordinary and so normal.

I was curious. “What’s with you and kissing me?” Thank god, he didn’t force himself again.