A Pet For The Mafia Dons Novels & Stories

His poker face curls up into a dark smirk. “I left you a piece.” He motions his head to towards the captives and I follow his gaze as they stare down at the other guy in chains. He seemed to be in a better shape than his friend. “I guess you did.” My feet carry me further into the room. “Juust the two of them?” I ask. “The other one blew his brains out before we could get him.” The code of silence. It wasn't a foreign policy in the mafia world. To live and to die by the oat to protect your family, no matter the cost. I shift my gaze back to the other two chained to the wall in front of me. But some people break easily than others.

thinks the Don. The Mafia Don is still actively handling the matters of his mob, which has branched out to become a powerful organisation, but one that is totally against human trafficking. He has made his millions through his arms dealings, a point that his Woman frowns upon, but in her gentle way, for she is a Buddhist and these ideas go against the grain for her. But more pertinently, Proserpina Delano is aware that her annoyance in this matter will not count. So the Boss continues his dealings, but most of the travelling to settle the deals is conducted by his eldest son, Piers.

The way he delivered that sentence, made it so frightening and still managed to maintain his smile made me shiver Now I see why they call him the devil. This is a man that can kill you, while smiling at you making you believe you are friends. “I do not understand what you are talking about.” I said , shaking my head because surely he was joking. What league of assassins was he talking about? My father was just a businessman and he never involved himself with that mafia. In fact I knew just how much he hated them… so does this man really expect me to believe his rubbish?

Scarlett paused again. “I didn’t think I would ever live to see a Mafia Don hold back so many tears, he was literally breaking but couldn’t rely on anyone and still… I was selfish enough to have him comfort me.” She finished with a sniffle. “Scarlett.” I called, my voice low and tired, the drug was making me drowsy and I didn’t know how much time I had left before falling asleep. “I’m not trying to advocate for him or anything, I just want to let you know that he loves you so much, so fucking much Maeve.” She continued.

I passed nurses who looked at me with horror, seeing the blood-soaked man in the thousand-dollar suit wandering like a vagrant. I didn't know where I was going. I didn't know who I was. The Mafia Don was dead. The man who had survived The Ivory Queen, who had built an empire on bone and shadow, had been hollowed out. There was nothing left inside me but the cold, grey ash of the coma Davina was currently trapped in. “If she wakes up, the last thing she needs to see is the man who killed her family.” Lexi’s words echoed in my skull, a rhythmic torture. I had won the war. Ivan was at the bottom of the ocean. Tatiana was a corpse on a pier. And my prize was a body kept alive by a rhythmic, clic

“Now we’re casting circles, chanting Latin, and asking ancient ghosts to help us survive.” Sokolov lit a cigar. “Ain’t this just the weirdest mafia movie ever made.” Vulture raised a brow. “To be fair, the alternative was letting Valeria turn our loved ones into meat puppets. I’ll take the weird over dead.” Petrov snorted. “Still. How the hell did we go from feared dons to apprentice warlocks?” Bain leaned in, voice low, steady. “Because family doesn’t end in blood. And this isn’t just my fight anymore.”

What a poor way treatment. ‘Come on, Ronin, this was not how I was expecting to be treated by a mafia don. Manipulative Don, was not my ideal!’ I scoffed. Then i took a careful step towards him. “I have heard that mafia dons are obsessed with having mistresses.” I chined up, levelling my gaze up to steal a look with him. “But don’t you think that’s too low for you. I mean making your own son’s ex-girlfriend, your mistress! Imagine how bad you’ll have an impression on the world.” I clicked my tongue, smiling at him, I crossed my arms on my chest.

My lips curled downwards in derision. "A goddamn great man to all who knew him," a man added. I rolled my eyes inwardly. "He was a fool." Those words stopped me short. Not because of what they meant but who had said it. Nero Vecchio. I knew who he was. Hell, everyone in this funeral knew him. He was a snake, a predator. A mafia Don. And one of the most dangerous ones at that. A glance at him showed he was flanked on all sides by his men like the imperious predator of a man he was.

“if I don’t stop this now it’s still early, there would be a repeat of this incidence, and our enemies will make a mess of us. No one, can mess with the Martello’s and go free. He should be thanking his stars he’s still breathing, and this is because the shipment was found, nothing was missing, and my deal with the Russians went through. However, pray he speaks up and tells me who he works for, or else you will be picking up his bloody body parts off the floor since you care so much about him Damien.” I stare at Damien for a while, till he cowers a little, breaking my eyes away from his, I proceed to kick my prey hard in the spine “I need you talking asap” I say after picking up the chain sa

Then, in a flat, merciless tone, he said— “Break his fingers.” The photographer screamed before the first snap even came. Back at the Villa the silence was suffocating. Aelia sat on the edge of the bed, gripping the sheets so hard her fingers ached. The events of earlier replayed in her head on an endless loop. Cassius. Pedro. Daisy. Mafia. She exhaled shakily, her stomach churning. She had suspected Pedro was dangerous, but she never imagined it ran this deep. And Cassius…who even was he?