A Pet For The Mafia Dons Novels & Stories

Trust me, I didn't mean to hurt you or make you cry. “Let go off me Clinton, you can be with her for all i care” she said and removed hid hands from her waist her and walked upstairs. As soon as he was gone, Mr. and Mrs. Peterson entered with their security behind them. Clinton saw them, and left immediately. The mafia clan Where the hell is my fucking money? The father of the gangster Ace, Mr. Carlo Benaldo, yelled at Mr. Chadwick. He was formerly a mafia member before his life was given to his son.

None of them looked scared or guilty so we are good to go for now. “It’s Yaks!.” I said and I saw the look of shock on their faces. I am very sure they didn’t expect him to do something like that. I didn’t expect him to. Yaks was born into the mafia just like Rick and I and so he was supposed to understand that the mafia don’t tolerate betrayal. “Where is he Don so that we can send him to hell!.” Nico one of the men furiously said with his hand balled into a fist. Trust Nico to always be ready to die for the mafia.

“What’s a don?” Maksim laughed. “You curious thing.” He kissed her, straightening up to deepen the kiss. “A don is the head of a mafia family. In this case, Papa is the head of the sinners men. The Kalashnikov’s family. For us, we refer to our dons as the grand sinners. The Sinner Men is the Russian faction of the mafia in Sin City. Some call it the bratva. Just as the Japanese call theirs the yakuza.” “Oh my God.”

Destros said. Bargaining with him would let him know that Nightingale meant more to me than a one night stand. If I agreed to this, he wouldn’t hand her over, he would make more ridiculous demands till he was satisfied. I know how gangsters worked. I was part of the mafia now, but once upon a time, I had been a mere gangster too. Besides, the mafia was really just an upgraded style of gangster life.

A simmering tension hung in the air between us. Tommy, a familiar face in the mafia underworld, caught my attention as he sat in a metallic wheelchair. His presence was a reminder of the ruthlessness and resilience that permeated our world. Despite his physical limitations, Amidst the esteemed Dons, I noticed the Mafia Don priest, Krystallo, dressed in his priestly regalia. His dual identity struck a chord within me, a reminder of the blurred lines between the sacred and the profane in our dark realm. I wondered what role he played in this gathering, what secrets he held close to his chest.

"It's not good, you know? This double thing. Kind boss during the day on the plantation, and one mean don in the dark hours. You'll flip somewhere." I gave him a level stare. "Don't you have a vineyard to run?" I said in a low voice, which meant I was close to losing my temper and hitting his face if he lingered. Fillipe was a friend; also involved in both the wines and the mafia. And he was a helluva annoying guy. Being about a year older than me, he had an inclination to gossip. Until he was in the field, and he was as tough as a nail.

“I didn’t order them to handle you like that. They acted on their own idiocy.” “Oh, well, that makes me feel so much better,” I snapped, sarcasm dripping from every word. He chuckled softly, the sound low and dangerous. “I’m sorry, Sienna. I just wanted to have you around me.” I blinked, my anger momentarily swallowed by confusion. “How did you…?” He smirked, leaning closer. “Know your name?" He chuckled softly."Funny. I’m a Mafia Don, Sienna. Every piece of information in this city passes through me. Nothing goes unnoticed under my watch.”

Of course, his sons, led by the new Mafia Boss, Piers Delano, had been spearheading the search. And now, the Don had killed the man who had been the one to ‘buy’ Proserpina at the auction on the dark web. But before that, the Don’s Woman, disheartened and depressed, had slit her wrists. Jamie was still talking, “Mumma’s at the hospital, Ethan, but Pappa is with her.” Ehtan smiled. Jamei was such an adorable child. She believed that now, since her father, the powerful Don, had killed El Toro and was beside his wife in the hospital, the world was fine again.

I snapped at myself “Did you say something, young lady?” “I-I said I’d pay my Father’s debt. Take me with you” “Do you know who sent me?” He arched a brow “Mafia, Vermont Cardoniss,” I replied sharply. A smirk crawled to his lips. “I’d take this one.”

Six years ago, Anaya disappeared. Now, she lives under a completely different identity. At twenty-one, she is known on campus as Brian, a handsome medical student who keeps everyone at a safe distance. No one knows the truth behind the boy she has spent six years pretending to be. Then Anthony Vicenzo arrives. Cold, powerful, and dangerously attractive, the mafia heir is the last person Anaya wants anywhere near her carefully guarded life. Because Anthony isn't a stranger. Six years ago, he was the son of the family her mother worked for—the same family Anaya believes destroyed everything she loved. Anthony doesn't recognize her. Why would he? The teenage girl he once called Little