A Mafia's Obsession By Adaririchichi Mga Nobela at Kwento

at first I moaned because I felt a little pain, but later it also disappeared and was replaced by a strange taste. Because of the strange position that the mafia boss is doing, I feel more lust, and I feel that a lot of juice comes out from the small hole of my cherry. I hugged him tightly as his body swayed faster and faster. "OHHH… SH!T!" he exclaimed as he flicked the ins and outs of his tool. The waves of his body became faster and we alternated our moans. His whole body was almost covered in sweat, but he still couldn't come out. We're both exhausted, but we're still not done.

"I didn't choose this life, Bianca. It chose me. It's inbred in me that I can't walk away from it even if I tried. The moment you're a male in the famiglia, you're a part of the mafia, whether you like it or not. I took an oath when I was old enough to decide for myself. I can't break that oath as long as I live. The only way out of the mafia is death." "Will you ever know peace? These gang wars, this territory dispute. It must be draining to always expect an attack." "It's the mafia, Bianca, not a Disneyland fairytale." I joked, chuckling lightly. She looked at me undeterred. "But does the nightmare ever end?" A small smile touched my lips. "Once in a while," I said softly. Truthfully. "Aft

His grip tightened on my hand, and his nails began to dig into my skin. "Let me go! You're hurting me," I hissed in pain as he dug deeper. "Do you want to know how I run my mafia?" He spat. "I don't give a damn about that anymore, just let me go!" I gritted. Mamma Lia was such a liar; he wasn't angry at himself, nor did he care. Adriano was a control freak. I thought he wouldn't be that way with me, but there he was, exerting power over me that he had no right to.

No daylight, no damn ventilation, just me, four walls, and the lingering scent of piss and betrayal. I wasn’t chained up like some criminal. No, they wanted me alive enough to bleed slowly. I clenched my jaw, as my thoughts drifted somewhere else with blood crusted at the corner of my mouth, the metallic taste making me growl. The only thing ringing in my head louder than the news broadcast was one word: Alessia and The White Book. That file was my damn insurance policy and my last resort to destroy everything that existed in the Mafia Family. A powerful ledger so vile, so goddamn explosive it would make the FBI piss their pants and make the Mafia run for cover.

And then my eyes landed on Rico and beside him with Diego , the mafia leader of the Italian mafias , I could tell deep within myself that he had already bought ties with the man he sat with . “If it isn’t the famous Killian Blackwood, then who else would it be ? The potbelly man who I had seen when I walked in announced loudly as he let out a hard and disgusting laugh that utterly took me off the edge. Zade and Luca took the seat beside me as we sat facing the man. Rico smiled at me, the kind of smile that meant a challenge or even still the rotten anger in his face was just ending to show that he had something to do with this.

The mafia side built empires on the things those systems couldn't see. By 7:45 I was in the Maybach again, heading to the Bronx warehouse. Marco drove silent. I scrolled messages ,rival moves in Queens, a shipment delay in Jersey, a name I hadn't heard in years Enzo Bianchi surfacing in whispers.I closed the tablet. Some ghosts you didn't chase. You waited for them to come to you.Warehouse district smelled of rust and salt water. Luca waited outside the loading dock, cigarette between his fingers."Boss," he said, falling in step. "Everything's accounted for. No leaks.""Good."Inside crates stacked high, men in black jackets unloading discreetly. I walked the rows, checking seals. One crate h

I slammed my fists on the steering wheel, the horn blaring out in rage. Veins were popping on my forehead, jaw clenched so tight at the thought of my fucking allies kidnapping Araceli. Shit. This is what the mafia does — these fuckers use wives, mothers, children to bring us to our knees. But Araceli alone is fucking enough to destroy me. I don’t want a single strand of her hair missing. Shit— I will kill the motherfucker and peel off his skin so slowly he’d beg for his own fucking death.

"Go fuck the devil, bastard!" He pressed the trigger and the loud gunshot echoed inside the library. Dante's head blew open, splattering blood everywhere, his brains spewing out. Blood splattered on his sons yet they remained silent, averting their eyes. They didn't cry over the death of their father. They didn't even flinch. They were ready to die as proud mafia men. Isabella on the other hand quickly looked away. She gripped the sofa tightly, hating what Antonio was doing, hating that he was making her watch it. If she had known something like this would happen, she would have remained in the room.

It turned out Ercole Muraro was connected to an Italian mafia and despite the game being a personal one, he was using his power to collect his debts. While Nek and her parents were being assaulted, Delfina and Caprice were struggling to not sob aloud. Ercole Muraro’s thugs went through the house looking for any and all valuables which might be used towards the million-dollar debt. What the thugs found were two women huddling together in a closet terrified. Dragged downstairs by their hair and thrown at Ercole’s feet, the elderly man stumbled backwards and then ordered his men to cease. He’d found what he wanted to take in exchange for the lives of Nek and Delfina’s parents.

Maria was going to be sure to spread the gossip. “If you want to come to the supermarket with me, just to ensure that you know how to tell Diablo how I defied, cheated, or found myself away to betray him, please do come. I really am impressed by the way you tell your stories. The fiction of behind them is amazing.” I said, and she looked at me. I could tell that she was angry, but judging by the fact that she took a step forward, I knew that she was coming. “What are we going to get?”