A Pet For The Mafia Dons Novels & Stories

Men in dark suits strolled around with guns slung over their shoulders and around the house was nothing but thick forest and rolling hills as far as the eye could see. "There's no escape, Alexandria." He said from behind me. "You can't just keep me here! " " Who is going to stop me? " "Wh-who are you?" I croaked out of a painfully tight throat, "You're not just the owner of a club." His dark eyes flicked over me, "Giovanni Morelli. The Don of the Italian Mafia." He said, "I'm a man who is used to getting what he wants and your body is mine now."

We do take other contracts as well, but when that contract is about another Don or Donna, that takes precedence over everything else. I’m not ashamed to say that I have killed a few Dons in my time with the Mother’s Revenge, but they were investigated prior to them being killed and their families exiled. The one law the mafia has is that human and sex trafficking is a no go. The rest is fair game.

I said softly under my breath that he could barely hear me. “Fine, a decade ago, your dear father was into money laundering. I don't know what he did to his mates, and you were involved as a bargaining chip to pay off the debt because a huge amount had gone missing under him.… But you know, here in the Mafia world, the one with a button stick is the leader. Those people who took you wanted to sell you, which was not part of the plan. That's when your father came to us asking for help,” he said coldly, not even looking at me.

Then sharply, as if on instinct, she turned to take a good look at the van which was hiding her, boldly on the van was written; The Mambas Organisation. Holy moly! She gasped. Mambas Organisation? Crap! That was one of the mafia gangs in their street if not the whole of New Jersey, not just one, it was the leading gang, the most powerful mafia organisation, being headed by the most fierceful mafia Lord ever known, Lord Lucario. She had heard so much about him and his mafia gang, heard from her grandma and from the ‘johns’ she serviced. They always talked about him, and his gang, and how powerful they were.

“Do you know what he is into?” Maria asked, I nodded no. It hasn't been up to a day since Cassian came to my rescue, that wasn't enough time to know everything about him. “So you really do not know anything about him” “What about him? Maria” “Mr. Cassian is one of the youngest brutal Dons in the Mafia colony, he often attended some of the parties that were held for some of the cartel leaders” Maria said. I let out a little laughter. There was no way Cassian could hurt a person. Maria's suggestion that he is involved in the Mafia means that Cassian must have killed so many people to get the title Don.

“That’s not true, I respect you.” Salvatore shook his head. “What you respect is the gun.” “I’ll pay you back, give me two weeks.” He clicked the roof of his mouth with his tongue. “Too long.” He turned back to me. “Where’s the other child?” Beads of sweat started to gather on my forehead. I could see from the fire in his eyes that he wanted Bella. After all it was common in the Mafia for Dons to use their daughters as a tool for trade. I was never going to let that happen.

The security guards had told me he had been standing there for six hours. His massive shoulders were completely buried under a heavy white layer of snow, his skin was gray, and his lips were deeply blue from the biting cold. He was shivering violently. Looking at him, I could hardly believe that this man was the same Mafia Don who had once brought a bloody storm crashing down across Italy. I saw no trace of the terrifying majesty that once made seasoned mafia capos drop to their knees in absolute terror. He looked completely shattered. I walked slowly over to him, the fresh snow crunching rhythmically under my winter boots.

He had one eyebrow slightly raised, watching me with this intense, patient quiet. I swallowed hard, feeling this bizarre, warm prickle run across my chest, and forced out the most completely unhinged sentence of my entire miserable existence. "Don't worry about him, kiddo," I said, offering Luka the faintest, softest smirk I could manage. "The giant, ugly dog behind me is on our side. He's the one getting us out." Alfonso’s jaw dropped. Literally dropped. The fierce, untouchable mafia Don blinked twice, his mouth hanging slightly open, looking so deeply, personally offended that I almost burst out laughing right there on the cot.

At that moment, he was looking at me with disdain. He was Pardo Vicino, Alano's only son. If all went well, he'd be the next Don of the Vicino family in a few years. Suddenly, Pardo's expression shifted. He looked surprised and asked, "Why didn't it attack you?" The Mastino was known for its ferocity. In the mafia world, it was often raised as a fighting dog. In my last life, this very dog had killed many traitors within the family, earning a reputation as a deadly killer.

explained Jia. Remembering how the mafia Don flirted with his sister , his eyes narrowed as he asked, "What do you mean in exchange for Ashly?" "Alexander needs a Donna so he can start a family and remain a mafia don and he's decided that it's going to be Ashly ," replied Jones. "You can't just let the government hand Ashly over to that mafia like she's some..some pet," cried Ohm, "What kind of parents are you -" Before Ohm could finish his sentence, Jia slapped his across the face.