A Mafia's Obsession By Adaririchichi Novels & Stories

Marco’s eyes darkened. “All of it.” I unhooked my bra and let my full tits spill out. My nipples were already hard. Then I slid my thong down my legs, stepping out of it. I stood completely naked in front of four dangerous mafia men. Marco walked around me slowly, inspecting every inch. He cupped one tit and squeezed hard, then slid his hand between my legs. Two thick fingers rubbed along my slit and pushed inside me easily. “Already wet,” he said with a low chuckle. “Dirty little slut. You like the idea of paying your daddy’s debt with this tight cunt, don’t you?”

How did I end up here? From keeping the side of a dangerous mafia lord for three years, to work for a mafia boss as a prey. I wanted to step back, to run, to vanish back into the safety of the world I knew. Victor, the calm, collected man before me—was the same man who had almost killed me once, yet now he spoke as if nothing had happened. And he wasn’t even mentioning Adrian. Not once. Only work. Like we didn't have a history. “Are you in?” he interrupted. His tone left no room for hesitation. Sharp. Precise. Almost terrifyingly calm.

Rosa stayed quiet, watching her. Aria continued, ““Last year, I saw a news about a r*pist. He was found dead. The police suspected that he was killed brutally by a mafia group. And the worst part? The body was so horrifying, I couldn’t sleep for like three or four days. I don’t even want to remember it. Their world is bloody. Dangerous!” “Mafia?” Rosa whispered. Aria nodded. “Yeah. They’re the scariest. My dad told me never cross paths with one. They can kill people for no reason.”

he was back to being Chadwick my tormentor but then something far darker, I felt it. "I am in the Mafia! I am the Mafia!" he roared, his eyes dark and wild. "I murder people! I make them disappear! I run illicit businesses! That's the life you signed up for! I am not a campus boy who would go on a casual concert with you, do you understand?!"

Five guards step out of it, and fall into step behind me instantly. With my phone in a pocket, and a pistol in my hand; eyes filled with deathly fury as we approach. The moment I step in, the sight before me makes my heart stop. Not because its new, I've seen thousands of dead bodies, it was worse after an all out war between two ruthless mafia Lords. What made my heart stop is the implication. "This is a lot." I mutter, noting the extent of damage that had been done. The thought of innocents being murdered, and killed for something they didn't do or had no idea of; makes my heart ache.

BANG. Both collapsed mid-charge, blood pooling beneath them. She could hardly process it. Less than twenty seconds, That’s all it took for him to take them all down. The room was silent again. The only ones left were Rafael, Celia, and the leader still holding her hostage. The man’s grip on her tightened, his entire body rigid. His breathing had turned shaky. Celia realized something then. He was scared of Rafael. The mafia leader’s lips curled into a snarl. "You love to rebel," he spat. "But you should know by now, you’re no match for me."

Dominic’s POV The underground club was alive with shadowsand smoke. Bass thumped through the walls, aheartbeat beneath the city, where men like methrived. Deals were made here. Fortunes sealedin blood and silence. I stood at the back of a private booth, fingerswrapped around a glass of whiskey, watchingthe men at the table. Three of them. Russian.Old money. Arrogant bastards. They thoughtthey could sit in my city and negotiate terms. I let them talk—for now.

Do not let him forget who you are. Amara looked at the documents on the desk, the names of the powerful, dangerous men, the intricate strategic plans. She looked at her hands, no longer trembling, but steady. The fear was still there, a constant hum beneath her skin. But now, it was tempered with a terrifying clarity. She had seen the Mafia underbelly, its brutal efficiency, its undeniable power. She understood Dante's methods, his ruthless logic. And she had received a cryptic warning, a lifeline, from his trusted right hand.

then he walked out and closed the door. Mia gasped as she greedily sucked air into her air deprived lungs. She massaged her neck as she fell on the bed, her breath coming out hard and fast. This was not the first time she felt close to death but each time she was always afraid. After all, no one wanted to die. She really did not want to die. Just like other mafia's, Adrian Osiander was ruthless and heartless. Imagine him trying to kill her with his hands just after mere seconds of asking her to spread her legs for him.

He asked her. “I want to know. I rather know the truth now than to remain in the dark, blind to the world around me.” She replied. “Fine, I will tell you the truth but no matter what you know, I will not let you go no matter how you beg me to. So you better be prepared enough to handle it.” He took a deep breath before telling her. “I am actually a mafia leader. The group is called The Osborne. It was founded by my grandfather and expanded by my father, after my father passed away, I took over his position as the leader.” He responded.