A Pet For The Mafia Dons Novels & Stories

I tried to stand up but the bitch kicked me off. Oh, Regina. Why do you behave like a man? So tough. "The last time I checked, you're not a part of this mafia group." I chuckled, nodding my head. "Guess he didn't tell you about me. I'm Don DeMarco's sex slave and my job is to satisfy him sexually. When you stormed in earlier like the ill-mannered cat you are, the Don and I were in the middle of something. He can't do without fucking me because I'm sweet in the middle, kitten."

“You don’t want the answer.” “Don’t tell me what I want.” I poured her a glass of water and set it on the desk between us. “The Mafia isn’t a charity, Lucia. It’s a war zone dressed up in Italian suits. Women die here just like men do. Sometimes faster.” “So they were all just… collateral?” I looked her dead in the eye. “Yes.” Her lips parted, disbelief written all over her face.

It was winter in the year 2000. A new café had opened in Palo, Sociles. The owner was a disfigured woman who was always wearing a half-veil, and she made very good coffee. No one knew that she was the all-powerful Donna of a mafia family. Another figure was the homeless man who would quietly sit at a corner outside the café every evening to watch her make coffee. No one knew that he was the once-renowned Don of the Lucas family. The man who had once ruled over everything had lost it all in the end.

I was practically smiling into nothing, he must have noticed because he furrowed his brow. “What's funny ?.” I wavedy hands in a dismissive way, “oh don't worry it's nothing serious.” He shook his head, “ No I want to know what's making you smile like you've won a lottery.” That statement made my smile to grow more, “ You know I kind of thought that, Mafia Don’s always looked scary and all that.” He breathed out a laugh like what I said was amusing, “ Why do you think ?” “No it's just, People out there said you eat human flesh and you could burn someone alive while laughing like it's a game to you.”

"Then take it to the Don. Family rules." His jaw clenched, but that fake tough guy look stayed plastered on. "What, you wanna settle this in secret?" I dropped the pen, stared him down. "You forget who you married? I'm not some deli guy's kid." "This was a mafia deal from the jump," Sofia chimed in, smirking. "If you're tapping out, better get the Don's blessing." Damon gulped. Sweat slid down his face. Yeah, he hadn't thought this through.

I say. "Are you threatening me? Are you involved with some kind of mafia? If not, then get the hell out of my office because I am not afraid of you. I am not afraid of anyone. Do not think that you can just walk into my life and make decisions for me. I will not allow you near me," Maddie says. Oh, if she only knew how right she was. I am part of the Italian mafia. I am a Don in the Italian mafia, and I always get what I want. She does not want to mess with me, but I don't want to hurt her. However, I think I should show her what I can do.

“Papa, this is Selene.” The air shifted. He didn’t move, didn’t speak. He just looked at me, gaze steady and piercing, like he could peel away every secret I’d ever had. And in that silence, realization hit me like a bullet. Her father wasn’t just a man. He was someone powerful. Someone dangerous. He was a mafia lord. The dining hall was too grand to feel real, like I’d stepped into the pages of a history book. A chandelier of dripping crystal hung above us, scattering golden light across a table long enough to host a small army.

“Wow. That was interesting. You told Caterina off. I am impressed. Lavinia said. “I just corrected her perspective,” I replied. “And you changed ours also,” Chiara said. I raised my eyebrows at her. “We thought you were like…” she trailed off, not knowing what to say next. “The mafia's,” I completed for her. “Everyone is scared of your boyfriend and we just don't want to make you angry.” A laugh escaped my lips. “Boyfriend?” I asked. “Yes. Everyone knows Don came back with his girlfriend.” “Wow. Words spread fast here,” I said and they nodded.

And it was at my father's funeral that I met Landon. Turns out, long ago, Landon was just an illegitimate son abandoned by the Gambino family's Don. After his mother died, he couldn't even feed himself. My father secretly helped him. He fought his way back into the Gambino family with sheer ruthlessness, eventually becoming Don. He'd come back to thank my father, only to find me holding my father's funeral. He knew I wanted to escape Jesse. After helping me finish my father's funeral, he took me to the Gambino family, a place Jesse would never find.

"A man with your thick, mouth-watering build should not be wasting his energy on manual labor." Mike exhales slowly through his nose, his large chest expanding against his tight work shirt. He handles the premium plasma bags with deliberate care, trying to block out the intoxicating scent of expensive cologne and pure, lethal power radiating off the mafia don. Lot is a creature of pure dominance, with dark eyes that strip a man bare and sharp cheekbones that scream high-born cruelty. "The donors are arriving in an hour," Mike says, his voice a low rumble. "I need this section cleared."