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MAFIA CEO'S OBSESSION

MAFIA CEO'S OBSESSION

Mafia
last updateLast Updated : 2026-03-01
By:  YURI TATEOngoing
Language: English
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Dark Romance

First-Person POV

Steamy

CEO

Mafia

Hidden Identity

Second Chance

Twisted

Forbidden Love

Two lives. One obsession.By day, she's a street thief with killer curves and a hidden hunger. By night, she sells her body to the highest bidder.By day, he's a billionaire CEO closing deals. By night, he's the masked mafia king who rules the shadows.She stole his black card. He stole her freedom.But years ago, behind masks in a dark room, their bodies already knew each other scent, scar, birthmark. Now the chase is on. And when the masks fall... neither will escape.

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Chapter 1

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Valentina Reyes

 

New York City never lets you forget you're small.I hadn't slept more than two hours in a row for three nights. The alley off Flushing Avenue in Brooklyn was my spot narrow, shadowed by a fire escape, shielded from the worst of the wind. I'd curled up against a dumpster with my back to the bricks, hoodie pulled over my head, knees to chest. Sleep came in fits, sirens blaring, rats skittering past, some drunk yelling at nothing. Every time a car slowed, I jolted awake, heart slamming, ready to run.

 

Morning light hit the alley like a slap. I unfolded myself, joints cracking, muscles stiff. My body felt heavy full breasts aching from the cold, round ass numb against the concrete, thighs chafed from jeans I'd worn for a week straight. The faint stink clung to me, sweat, alley damp, the sour edge of not enough food. I called it my armor. It made people look away. Made me harder to touch.I stood, stretched, and felt the crescent moon birthmark on my inner right thigh itch under the denim. A reminder of my mother ,Colombian gone too soon, left me with nothing but the mark and the will to survive."Another day, mami," I whispered to the empty alley, my voice hoarse from the chill. "Don't die today."

 

I gathered my few things,a small backpack with a travel toothbrush, a half empty water bottle, and the blanket I folded tight and headed out. First stop was the public bathroom at the McDonald's on Myrtle Avenue. I locked the door behind me, stripped down to my bra and panties, and washed as best I could with paper towels and cold water from the sink. Armpits, neck, between my legs. I dried off with toilet paper that scratched, brushed my teeth with the toothbrush and tap water, and ran fingers through my long dark hair to tie it into a messy knot. A quick swipe of cheap red lipstick from a tube I'd lifted months ago made my full lips pop. I looked in the mirror and forced a smile. Almost human.

 

Out on the sidewalk, I blended into the morning rush. Breakfast was nothing today hunger gnawed at my stomach like an old friend. I headed to the subway, timing the turnstile jump on the L train to Manhattan. The car was packed with commuters smelling like coffee and clean clothes. I stood near the doors, eyes down but sharp, scanning for easy marks,wallets bulging in back pockets, phones loose in hands.My first lift came quick,a tourist in Times Square, fumbling with a map app. I brushed past, hand dipping in, and came away with a wallet holding $45 cash. I melted into the crowd before he even noticed, pocketing the bills in my bra. It was a safe spot, warm against my skin.Second score was an office guy near Bryant Park, distracted on his phone, $20 tucked in his phone case. Small, but it added up.By noon, my bra felt a little heavier $80 total so far. Enough for a hot dog from a cart if I wanted, but I held off.

 

Lunch was a half eaten sandwich someone left on a bench in the park. I sat there for a bit, people watching, the grass cool under my palms. A couple walked by, laughing, hands linked. I wondered what that felt like not having to count every dollar, every glance over your shoulder.The afternoon dragged on in Midtown. More crowds around Rockefeller Center meant more opportunities. I lifted another $40 from a distracted shopper, then a watch I could pawn for $50 if I found the right fence. My stomach growled, but I ignored it. Survival wasn't about comfort it was about stacking just enough to make it to tomorrow.As dusk fell, the city shifted gears. Lights flickered on, the air cooled a touch, and I headed back toward Brooklyn. No room to crash in tonight cash was too low for even a cheap motel. I'd find another alley, maybe the one behind the bodega on Knickerbocker Avenue. It had a cardboard pallet I'd stashed there, and the blanket would do.But night shift came first.

 

I stopped at a quiet spot to change ducked into a public restroom at a gas station, slipped into the black dress I'd kept folded in my backpack. Tight, low cut, hugging every curve. Heels that made my legs look endless. Makeup heavier now, smoky eyes, red lips that promised everything. And the mask ,black lace, covering my eyes and nose, leaving my mouth free. It was my rule. Made me anonymous. Made me powerful.I walked to Eclipse, the underground lounge in Williamsburg. No fancy sign, just a black door and a bouncer named Tony who knew me by sight. He nodded as I approached. "Busy night, Val. You good?""Always good, Tony. What's the crowd like?""Rich assholes, as usual. Couple high rollers in the back. Stay safe."I flashed a grin. "Safe's boring."

 

Inside, the bass thumped low, lights dim and red tinged. The air smelled like expensive booze, perfume, and anticipation. Men in suits clustered at the bar, eyes scanning. I moved through them like smoke, hips swaying just enough to catch attention. A few heads turned. I ignored them until one stepped up a tall guy with silver hair, Rolex glinting, suit screaming money."You here alone?" he asked, voice smooth but eager, leaning close.I tilted my head, mask shadowing my eyes. "Not if the price is right."He smiled, predatory. "Name it.""Five hundred. Upfront. Cash."He pulled out his wallet without hesitation, counted out the bills, and handed them over. I tucked them into my bra, then took his hand and led him to a private booth in the back. Curtains drawn, the thump of music muffled.

 

I pushed him down onto the leather seat, straddled his lap slow, feeling the hardness already straining against his pants."Hands to yourself until I say," I whispered, my full lips brushing his ear. "I'm in charge here."He nodded, breath hitching. "Whatever you want."I ground down, rolling my hips in a rhythm that made him groan. My heavy breasts pressed against his chest through the dress, nipples peaking from the friction. I grabbed his tie, pulled him closer, and kissed him hard dominating, teeth grazing his lip. His hands twitched, but he kept them at his sides like I ordered."Good boy," I murmured, sliding one hand down to unzip him. He was thick, ready. I wrapped my fingers around him, stroking his dick slow and firm, watching his face contort. Power surged through me ,this rich prick reduced to putty under my touch. For these moments, I wasn't the girl scraping by in alleys. I was the queen, taking what I wanted, making him beg."Please," he gasped, hips bucking up.

 

I leaned back, hiked my dress higher, exposing the lace thong barely covering me. "Not yet."I teased him more stroking faster, then slow, my other hand pinching my own nipple through the fabric, letting him watch. His eyes locked on my curves, the way my round ass flexed as I ground against his thigh. The booth filled with his heavy breathing, my soft commands, the wet sounds of my hand on him.When I finally sank down onto his dick, taking him deep in one slow slide, he moaned loud enough to echo. I rode him hard, controlling the pace, my full lips parted in a mix of power and pleasure. Breasts bouncing with each thrust, ass slapping against his laps. He came first, shuddering, but I kept going until I shattered too ,clit rubbing against him and waves crashing through me.I stood up, smoothed my dress, mask still in place. "Time's up."He panted, fumbling for more cash as a tip. "Same time next week?"I took the money without answering and slipped out, the rush fading as the cool night air hit me.

 

i was Back in the alley by 2 a.m., curled on the cardboard under my blanket. Cash hidden safe. Body still humming from the control.Tomorrow would be the same grind. Lifts by day. Power by night.Until it wasn't.

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11 Chapters
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Valentina ReyesNew York City never lets you forget you're small.I hadn't slept more than two hours in a row for three nights. The alley off Flushing Avenue in Brooklyn was my spot narrow, shadowed by a fire escape, shielded from the worst of the wind. I'd curled up against a dumpster with my back to the bricks, hoodie pulled over my head, knees to chest. Sleep came in fits, sirens blaring, rats skittering past, some drunk yelling at nothing. Every time a car slowed, I jolted awake, heart slamming, ready to run.Morning light hit the alley like a slap. I unfolded myself, joints cracking, muscles stiff. My body felt heavy full breasts aching from the cold, round ass numb against the concrete, thighs chafed from jeans I'd worn for a week straight. The faint stink clung to me, sweat, alley damp, the sour edge of not enough food. I called it my armor. It made people look away. Made me harder to touch.I stood, stretched, and felt the crescent moon birthmark on my inner right thigh itch und
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Alessandro RossiThe alarm never had to wake me. I was already up by 4:45, the way I had been every morning since I was twenty three and realized sleep was a luxury men like me couldn't afford.Penthouse on the 72nd floor of One57, Manhattan. Floor to ceiling glass looking out over Central Park like a dark mirror. The bed was king sized, black sheets, empty on both sides. I hadn't shared it in years not since the night I realized trust was a blade turned inward.I rose, bare feet silent on heated marble. Naked, I crossed to the bathroom, the city lights still glittering below like fallen stars. Mirror fogged from the shower I hadn't taken yet. I studied my reflection the way I studied enemies, critically, coldly.Dark hair still damp from last night's restless sweat. Blue eyes sharp enough to cut. Jaw shadowed with stubble I would shave in exactly seven minutes. The jagged knife scar on my left hip three inches long, raised and pale caught the low light. I traced it once with my thumb, f
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Valentina ReyesThe wallet was heavy in my hand, a solid weight that felt like victory as I slipped away from the Rockefeller crosswalk. I didn't look back never look back. The crowd swallowed me whole, bodies bumping, voices blending into white noise. My heart pounded in my chest, not from fear, but from the rush. The thrill of it all. One quick brush, one dip of my fingers, and I was $300 richer, maybe more.I ducked into a side alley off 48th, leaning against the brick wall to catch my breath. The city hummed around me horns blaring, a vendor shouting about hot pretzels. I flipped open the leather, my fingers steady now. Crisp bills, a few hundred. Credit cards I'd ditch. And then... the black one. Matte, no name, no numbers just that gold line shimmering like a promise. I turned it over, felt the smooth surface under my thumb. Limitless. The word echoed in my head.A small smile tugged at my full lips. This could be big. Food for a week. A real shower. Maybe even a night off the str
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Valentina ReyesThe sheets were cool against my skin, but my body was still humming restless, like the city outside the window refused to let me settle. I lay curled on my side in my red dress knees drawn up, the blanket pulled high. The room smelled faintly of steak and red wine, a reminder of the meal I’d just devoured like someone might take it away any second. King bed. Soft pillows. No rats. No sirens right in my ear. It felt wrong. Too good. Too temporary.I stared at the ceiling, the faint glow from the city lights casting long shadows that moved like they were breathing. My hand rested on my stomach, fingers absently tracing circles.The black card lay on the nightstand beside the empty wine glass, matte surface catching the light like it was watching me back.The burner buzzed again. Rosa.You sure you’re good for tomorrow? High roller. Quiet type. Pays extra for control play. Your favorite.I stared at the screen. Control play. Masks. Power. The things that usually made me feel
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Valentina ReyesThe sidewalk kept moving under my feet, but I felt like I was standing still while People brushed past in suits ,on phones, tourists with cameras, and a delivery guy on a bike yelling at someone to move. I walked because stopping felt worse. The emerald dress swished against my thighs with every step, the fabric soft and mocking. It had felt like power ten minutes ago. Now it just felt like a costume.My hand was still shaking when I shoved the burner back into my purse. The coffee cup was crushed in my fist, cold dregs dripping onto my fingers. I tossed it into the next trash can without looking.The blue elephant stayed in my head. Big ears. Tiny trunk. Black button eyes. Smiling like it knew nothing about the world.I swallowed hard. Kept walking.The ache in my chest didn’t fade. It spread slow, heavy, familiar. I’d learned to carry it years ago, like an extra heartbeat. But today it hurt sharper. Louder. Like the dress, the hotel, the card had cracked something open t
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Alessandro RossiThe sun set like it was bleeding out over the Hudson red streaks fading to black. I watched from the penthouse window, tie loose around my neck, scotch untouched on the desk. Day shift was over. Rossi Enterprises had closed deals, moved stocks, built walls of legitimacy that no one could see through. But night? Night was when the real work began.Isabella waited in the living room when I came out. She was nursing a glass of red, legs crossed on the leather couch, her dark hair pinned back like she was still in boardroom mode. My sister three years younger, sharper than me in some ways, softer in others. The only family I had left after our father's "accident" and our mother's heart giving out from the stress. She'd taken over the legal side of the business cleaning money, handling contracts, keeping the feds at bay."You're going to the warehouse?" she asked, not looking up from her tablet.I adjusted my cufflinks. "Meeting with the Colombians. The shipment's delayed."Sh
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Isabella RossiThe penthouse was too quiet after Alessandro left.I stood in the living room for a long moment after the elevator doors closed behind him, glass of red still in my hand. The city lights glittered through the floor to ceiling windows, indifferent. I swirled the wine, watched the legs run down the inside of the glass. My pulse was already up but not from the alcohol.From what i know I had twenty, maybe thirty minutes before he came back.I set the glass down and Walked to the hallway that led to the private wing. The door to the guest suite was cracked open. Light spilled out, warm, low.I pushed it wider.Mateo was inside.My sexy personal bodyguard he is six foot three and built like a wall with dark hair cropped short, jaw sharp enough to cut glass. Tattoos crept up his neck from under the collar of his black shirt. He’d been assigned to me two years ago after a close call with one of Enzo’s men. Alessandro’s orders “Keep her safe. No exceptions.”Mateo never left my sid
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Isabella RossiThe guest suite door closed behind Mateo with a soft click that felt louder than a gunshot.
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Alessandro RossiThe scotch burned going down, but it didn’t dull the edge.I sat in the booth, curtains drawn, the club's pulse throbbing through my veins. The crowd had thinned to the late night die hards ,the ones who didn’t know when to stop, or didn’t care. A masked woman with red hair approached the table next to mine, leaning in to whisper to a suit with too much money and too little self control. He slipped her a wad of cash. She led him to the back.I watched them go, the sway of her hips reminding me of her,Luca slid back into the booth across from me, a fresh beer in hand, face flushed from working the room.“Talked to Tony,” he said, voice low under the music. “He remembers a girl matching the description red lips, green eyes under the mask, full figure. Came in a couple times last month. Didn’t stay long. Left with clients who paid big. Said she was ‘professional but distant.’ No name. No regulars. Just cash and gone.”I nodded once, fingers drumming the glass. “And Kira?”Luc
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Valentina ReyesI stared at the coffee. Black. Cold.Waiting for tomorrow suddenly felt like suicide.The declined ATM was a scream in the dark. They were close. Too close.I couldn’t afford another night in the hotel. Couldn’t afford another swipe. Couldn’t afford to wait for $18k.$12,200 was all I had.But it was enough to beg Javier for mercy.Enough to leave tonight.I stood. Left cash on the table for the untouched coffee. Walked out fast heels clicking, emerald dress catching every light like a beacon.No going back to the hotel.No bags.Just me and the cash.I pulled out the burner one last time.i Dialed Javier.He answered, voice rough. “Val? Again?”“I’m not waiting for tomorrow,” I said. “I’m coming now. $12,200. Take it. Get me out tonight.”Silence.Then a long exhale.“$12k? That’s suicide money, mija. Group run only. Desert walk. You’ll be lucky to make it.”“I don’t care. I’m leaving now. Same spot?”“You’re insane. But fine. 4 a.m. Flushing Ave tire shop. Bring the cash. Nothing else.
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