A Pet For The Mafia Dons Novels & Stories

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?

Luca introduced and I smiled. "Lovely to meet you," I said humbly. "Tesoro, this is Nikolai Makarovich, Don of the Russian Bratva and a very good friend," Luca announced and the man in question nodded. "You have an issue, you can come to me," he said and I nodded. "Actually... we are looking for the newest Dons here," Luca said, going straight to business. "Ah," Nikolai voiced. "That would be the... Rooks, the Aces and the Ravens correct?"

That was the dangerous thing about getting involved with the Mafia, there was no forgiveness and death was always the reward of a betrayal. "Get rid of his body, Matt." The Don said to the other man and he nodded. The Don just went back to eating his food after killing that man as if nothing had happened. "Won't you eat your food?" He asked and I looked up. I couldn't eat, I had lost my appetite. "I'm full," I lied. He laughed," Is it because of what just happened?" He asked and I could feel the mockery in his voice. " You better get used to it because you will see even more." He added gazing at me.

But the don doesn't seem like he's even really looking at them—like they're not even as important as a speck of dust. "I suppose I can give this man a light punishment for his grave offense," Don Federico says. He takes a slow sip of wine. I suddenly realize that, even though the don isn't smiling, he's definitely enjoying the power he's holding right now. After all, he's being so exaggeratedly slow with all his movements—he must like keeping them in suspense. Does he just enjoy making them wait? Or does the don get a sick sense of pleasure from their fear? Finally, the don speaks his judgement. "This man will not be invited to any mafia gatherings for the next year—and he'll donate ninety p

“He is too soft for a position like that! He lost his wife and went into ghost mode for years! He will fail the entire family if he takes that position” I nodded my head in agreement, and he stood up angrily. I couldn't help but carefully look at the tailored satin suit he wore which obviously cost an arm and a leg. The Don is the youngest and hottest among all the other mafia’s. Well I mean Maverick is a bit hotter than him, but Micheal has style, he is so much into fashion, and he is a crazy-ass psychopath! I love that about him. I am not gay, but I could turn one for him.

"I want access. You’re Raphael's brother. You work inside his empire. I want you to be my eyes and ears. Feed me information. Sabotage when necessary. Undermine quietly." Lorenzo recoiled slightly. "You want me to betray my brother?" Martin's smile didn't waver. "I want you to help me destroy him." "You’re insane." "Maybe. But I have the video. And I know how to make it go viral. Police, press, social media. You'll be roasted alive." Lorenzo balled his fists. "You're blackmailing me." "Let's call it bargaining." Silence stretched between them as the city lights shimmered below.

“Give her out to him, dad. Let Valentina marry the Don!” “Stop it!” I screamed as I grabbed Camila, “shut it, Camila. I'll do no such thing.” “Why? It's only decent you repay us for everything we've done for you,” Camila stepped forward, holding my eyes, “we took you in after your mother died, fed you, clothed you and now you can't even repay us by marrying a Don?” “He belongs to the mafia, Camila. Do you not get it?” My eyes were widened as I forced her to understand, “they're dangerous. She held a knife right in the open. Do you know what that means? They made dad kneel!”

However, what I was most grateful for was that he actually treated me like a human and not like some pet or sex toy he purchased. He doesn’t beat me, he doesn’t humiliate me so I guess it was much better than all the stories I have previously heard of how girls are mistreated once they become pets to mafia lords. Xavier has been so good to me despite our disputes and little quarrels here and there and it made me honestly think that living together with a mafia boss wasn’t as bad as I had thought, and I’m so thankful for that. And to me, I think he even barely acts as a mafia boss. I mean apart from the numerous bodyguards, the diners we attend, and all, nothing about him screams the mafia. H

His large hand slid to the back of my neck, gripping my hair to hold my head still. I pushed against his solid chest. I kicked his legs. He used his massive weight to pin me against the sink, crushing my body against his. I tasted salt. A warm tear slid down his cheek and mixed into our kiss. I widened my eyes. The ruthless Mafia Don was crying? He never cried! His large hands trembled violently against my skin. It was a kiss full of absolute terror and desperate, sick obsession. I refused to fall for it again. I bit down hard on his lower lip.

He gives in, panting. "The mafia don's behind the death of The Kingstons." He informs. The woman rolled her eyes, expecting something more valuable than the Kingstons, whoever they were. Dominic Bianchi, the Sicilian Don, was known to end lives. The woman was aware that it was the Don's favorite past-time. His hands were stained by the blood of those he had killed. Though it's not like Bella's hands were clean.