Bought by the Mafia King

"The rules are still the same, Zayden. If you want my throne then find a girl. Say I do in front of a priest. f**k her and then the throne is yours."Zayden clenched and unclenched his hand on the paperweight trying to control the rage busting inside him while listening to his father, the current Don of Montreal crime family. His hands itched, to kill someone, anyone, him! But again, He reminded himself that the man was his boss and his father. Zayden Moretti might be a twisted man but even he had certain limits. He respected the man, it's just that he didn't like what his father was suggesting. "You will turn thirty this year. Time is slipping Zayden. Find the girl or let me find one for you?" Zayden eyes his father. "You found one for yourself, she ended up six feet under the ground, I think I will pass on that offer." Salvatore only chuckled, a glint came to his eyes. "Jealous that you couldn't say goodbye to your mama one last time." Zayden only raised a brow. As if it mattered to the man who killed his own wife brutally and Zayden understood it, clearly. The woman deserved to die, no one could remain alive when you fed information to cops. She wanted to run away from them, Zayden understood it better than Marco, his brother because it was him who found his mother cheating on his father when the manwhore was fu**ing loyal to his wife. In the end, She got what she deserved. Death! Salvatore laughed! He laughed but Zayden would not be Zayden if he couldn't see that the man was still not over it. His wife. Why else would he not have married another woman? Simple, he couldn't give her place to anyone else. Even dead, the woman still plays with his mind. "I have something for you," Salvatore said. Zayden frowned, his fingers drumming the black mahogany desk, waiting for his father to proceed. He then placed some pictures on the desk, in front of Zayden. Zayden's eyes stopped on the pictures of a girl, a beautiful girl with blonde hair, ocean blue eyes, sharp cheek and that luscious curvy figure of her. The girl was pure perfection. Zayden could feel the blood rushing into his male part. Zayden Moretti desired her, he could feel himself drowning in her warmth. Salvatore gave him another crooked smile. "calm your di*k, son, she is not that easy to get! Don't you want to know who she is?" He asked, gesturing at the pictures. "The only thing I know is that this is going to be my new mistress..." Zayden chuckled, eyes still on those pouty lips. He could imagine his c**k in her mouth. "She won't be your mistress but your wife, Zayden. Marry her, f**k her and rule the heart of Canada." Ever so slowly, Zayden raised his eyes and settled them on his father’s. He leaned forward, "I won't marry only to f**k a girl..." "She is Dominic Romano's daughter. Isabel Romano and the only way to control Dominic and his territory. You are lucky that she is pretty to look at, she could be an ugly duckling." Salvatore jabbed. He could see the wheels running in his son's mind. Dominic Romano's daughter. Zayden knew what that meant. She was off-limits. Her father was a cruel man. It's not like Zayden feared him, oh not at all, he just respected the man, he was also aware of Dominic's influences and power. He was someone who could not be taken lightly and the other reason was sitting in front of him. His father considered Dominic his friend. "There is another way to rule the territory..." Zayden still jibed, just to see his father's reaction. The smile on Salvatore's face vanished. "Don't even think about it. He is a friend, there are things you don't know and I want them to remain that way." Salvatore sighed, calming his [expression] with a f**k-off look on his face. Zayden's mind stiffened. Again, the bad news as if it would ever end. He waited for his brother to recite the reason for being in a spoiled mood and then his hands twitched. They twitched for violence when his brother told him. "Access denied." "Who denied the access?" Zayden Moretti asked his brother Marco once again even though he never did that, asking the same question twice. "Who other than Dominic Romano? This is the third time he denied access to our shipment, Zayden. He wants us to pay him fifty per cent of our profit to import drugs in his territory," Marco muttered. Zayden fisted the paperweight in his hand. Tightly, so tightly that his knuckles turned white and why not when he was seething in a hot raging fury. He needed to calm down because Dominic Romano was not someone who could be dealt with lightly. If it was anyone else instead of Dominic he would have gone to that bastard's territory and killed that man for denying Zayden Moretti but no, Dominic was not someone else. He was the strongest man in Churchill, the man who even at the age of fifty, still ruled over his territory like a king. His name certainly justifies his character. He was truly the King of Churchill and he ruled like one. But Dominic forgot one thing that in every story the Moretti has the power to overthrow the king. So, better one must not mess with the Moretti and certainly not with Zayden Moretti. "If he is asking for war then who am I to deny it to him? He denied the access when I gave that man the respect he deserves but now I will give him what he wants!" Zayden chuckled as his one lip tugged upward. Now, Zayden would himself go to Churchill and deliver the drug, personally. But the question arises why would he go there himself when he had hundreds of people under him to do the deed. The answer was simple. To prove his point, he would go into Dominic's territory to warn the man that his actions would lead him to trouble. The trouble with the Vancouver crime family of which Zayden was going to be the next boss. Second, he respects Dominic enough to give that man one last chance to stop the war and not to miss that Zayden Moretti was interested in Dominic's most precious thing. His daughter, Isabel Romano!