A Pet For The Mafia Dons Novels & Stories

They were worlds apart. I hesitated but nodded. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Felix eyeing Daniel, a silent warning. Whether Daniel noticed it or not, he didn't show it. He leaned in, his platinum blonde hair falling across his face. For a moment, I found myself captivated by his beauty, almost forgetting I was speaking to a man. But his next words snapped me back to reality. “Alexander is a mafia don. A very dangerous one who kills without remorse. Drug trafficking, money laundering, murder, assassinations, arms smuggling, bribery, corruption—anything evil you can think of, you can link it to him. Alexander is a devil from hell, I tell you!”

Third Person Pov: Thomas Allen is one of the most ruthless leaders in the mafia gang Hayden Wren heads. Its known as 'Python'. Recently, there's been a fued between the two, hence; Thomas moved to Dubai. The members of the gang thought things would dissolve over time... but it didn't. Communication seized between the two for the past two years. Now, Thomas is back to set things right.

KIARA POV “Except whom,Kiara?” Xander asked. “Except Jake Don.” I said with a sign of annoyance. “Jake Don, you mean Marssel Don son, the future leader of the Don syndicate?” Lilly asked. “Yes, that Jake Don.” I responded. “But the Don's are an Italian Mafia, and they would not dare try such a thing in London,” Xander stated. “Well if the rumors I heard about Jake are right, this is something he can definitely do, there are rumors saying he is a crazy guy who isn't concerned with the repercussions of the thing he does,” Daniel said.

I said. Lealtà.— Loyalty. It was a word these dogs clearly didn't understand. "One last time, E," I growled, leaning close to his ear. "Give me something I can use. Or I'll start removing pieces, one by one.” I'm not called Lupo fantasma for nothing. I earned that name— of late, I've been slipping up badly. His breathing ragged. "It's... it's the downtown library, Capo! The one near the park. They use the children's section. The books... they change, but they always leave a red ribbon tied around the spine." He said all in one breath.

I swallowed hard, but he wasn’t done. "You think I’m just some big muscle Mafia idiot." He tilted his head, his dark eyes glinting with amusement. "Let me remind you, Ari. My father was the consigliere. I have more info on the Mafia than the Don himself. And my family have always kept it quiet. You think we would have kept it quiet if we didn’t have any brains? You think we would be the leading Mafia family in the country, in this continent, if we didn’t have any brains?"

Most men make their way out of the building as Don Marino was nicknamed "The Don of Dons", the man became ruthless after his wife and daughter died. He walks up to Emily and kisses her on both cheeks. " Mia," he says lovingly. He eyes Giovanni up and down, the latter lost for words. "As many of you know, my late wife and daughter were killed due to this man's actions. He has held my Mia captive since she was 17 years old. She has now decided to take over the Marino family business! My Mia! The new Don!" He exclaims. August stands there, astounded. Was this Emily's plan? It didn't make sense at all. She just outed herself as the granddaughter of the most powerful mafia Don in Sicily. How woul

"I'm so lucky to have you doll. Your my life you know? That's what la mia vita means And without you I wouldn't be able to survive. I know it sounds cliché and I'm being silly but I wouldnt be able to live without seeing your smile Your beautiful face every time I wake up Your messy buns Your red hair Your cute blush and your fiesty attitude. I want to wake up to your face every single morning of my life. I am so happy you're mine" He smiled down at me and I could see a pool of emotions in his eyes. Love he had just for me His doll. I cuddled closer to him taking in his scent as he wrapped his hands around my naked body Being the Mafia Don's wife has been the best thing to ever happen to me.

Liam had a strong distaste for the whole no-fur trade and never dabbled in it beyond the bare necessity his position demanded. The mafia don had gone so far as to give the no-fur an affectionate nickname, Turquoise. Liam had always been kind, as had his second-in-command. Gran had forgotten to mention to the occult consultant that the dead feline was Terras Macaster, Liam's beloved right hand tom.

I arch my back, pressing myself against him as he pulls away, gasping for air. “I am the mafia,” he declares, his eyes blazing with intensity. “And I will protect you with everything I have. But you see, not because you are the woman I fuck, or dream about naked, but because I am the Don. Every single person who works for me will be protected to hell, heavens, and back. Not because I can but because I need them. You - I need you. You beat my cousin at your little hacking game, and no matter what you may say or believe, I’m not doing any charity here. If you beat my brightest, you are the brightest. And I want the fucking brightest.”

The short bald headed nigga that supervises the affair of the club grinned in excitement while showing his brown teeth. “Marcus right?” I asked him. “Yes, Don.” He answered proudly while trying to put on a brave facade but I saw through that. “You know my rules. I don't deal with human trafficking or slave trading. That's not part of my mafia dealings. I'm not asking you to stop. But the moment your stupid activity is traced to my mafia, I'll give you a long painful agonizing death.” I threatened while promising him something I knew he would not wish for. After threatening him and ensuring that they were all good, I made my way to my mansion hoping I would be able to prepare myself for tomor