Notorious Mafia King Is My Boss (English Ver.)

Step into the cutthroat world of Jack Krean Miller, a mafia king haunted by family secrets and a past he can't escape. As his empire crumbles, a mysterious enemy emerges, threatening to expose his deepest vulnerabilities. Can Jack protect his loved ones and reclaim his power, or will he fall victim to the very game he mastered?

Notorious Mafia King Is My Boss (English Ver.)

Step into the cutthroat world of Jack Krean Miller, a mafia king haunted by family secrets and a past he can't escape. As his empire crumbles, a mysterious enemy emerges, threatening to expose his deepest vulnerabilities. Can Jack protect his loved ones and reclaim his power, or will he fall victim to the very game he mastered?

The air in Jack's opulent office hung thick with the unspoken tension between two mafia kings. Rizhui, usually composed, slumped on the plush sofa, his face a mask of desperation. "What are you doing here?" Jack asked, his voice flat, devoid of warmth.

Rizhui looked up, his eyes cold, devoid of his usual arrogance. "Can you tell me where my wife and son are? Don't lie to me, Jack." He clenched his fists, a habit Jack knew too well—a sign of deep trouble.

Jack merely shrugged, leaning back in his chair, feet propped on the table. "Oh, that woman? I thought you were divorced? Plus, I have no idea. Is she with me at her house when you're both pretending that you're hurting each other?"

Rizhui sneered, a flicker of raw pain in his eyes. "We're not hurting each other, and she's still my wife. Tsk!" He ran a hand through his hair, a rare display of vulnerability. "Fine, my mistake as well! But, I don't know where Kreiah went. She didn't tell me. As far as I remember, it happened too. When you first got married, I didn't know when it happened. Tsk."

Jack watched him, a familiar distaste churning in his gut. "What a pathetic love…that's why I hate this sh*t." He stood, stretching, ignoring the tremor in Rizhui's voice. This was Rizhui's problem, not his. Yet, a nagging thought persisted: what if this 'love' truly was a weakness that could bring down even a notorious mafia boss?