A Pet For The Mafia Dons Novels & Stories

I apologized. “Tiffany spoke to me on your behalf but that’s beside the point now. As the assistant head of my security, there’s someone I want to introduce to you.” Don Ethan said, waving me over. I tried to move but my feet were stuck and it took everything I had to force myself to move towards the table. “I’m sure that you must have heard about Don Alessandro, the famous mafia lord from Los Angeles. He came all the way here to speak to me on several issues and we’ve quickly bonded over common interests already.”

“Oh god, you’re falling for all three of them.” I shook my head violently, which didn’t help with my coughing spell. Finally, I managed to say no in the weakest voice possible. “Honey, they’re bad elements.” She shook her head sadly. “I sang at a party hosted by the head of a powerful mafia family last night, and they were there. They work for a Don called Bernardino. They’re his lapdogs, sweetheart. They do all his dirty bidding.”

and one was even labeled “Operation Barashka.” “What the hell is that?” Dante asked. Marcus opened the files. “Turns out Giovanni wasn’t just a part of the Romano Empire alone. He was a part of the Russian mafia three years ago. MI6 had eyes on him, but then he disappeared from their radar.” My heart dropped to the bottom of my feet instantly. “He used to be a part of the Russian mafia?” I asked. Marcus nodded. “It gets even worse. He was promised a seat as one of the bosses if he helped bring you down, Dante.”

“Sell it? I thought you said it belonged to the donor.” She leaned back in her chair, her face tense. “That’s the thing. This isn’t just any cross, Clara. It’s… unique.” “What do you mean?” Lucaa hesitated, as if deciding whether to tell me the truth. Finally, she sighed. “There’s a tradition among certain mafia families. The cross represents loyalty, faith, and… power. I’m almost certain this belonged to someone connected to them or worse… one of them.” I stared at the cross, my stomach twisting. “Are you saying the donor could be… mafia?”

it grew from bad to worse when I was kidnapped by a mafia leader. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

“I have been awake for approximately five minutes and already regret buying this fucking castle. “Congratulations. Your experiment has concluded. Now sit down because I have questions.” The mafia don sits. The two ghosts immediately appear behind him like an extremely dysfunctional supernatural board of directors. I look at all three. “Right. Nobody speaks until I ask.” The ghosts exchange a look. The mafia don smiles. “You really do run this place now.” I take another sip of iced coffee. “Damn right.” “Ok so now who the hell is third tenant” I paused for brief moment and I look at mafia and ask him if he wants to part of this conversation.

Guilio, The psychopath, was ushered in by Luca and Malak, two of the Don's loyal soldatos (Soldiers). Mica's head remained bowed as he awaited his fate, he has resolved to dying with dignity, no struggles, no unnecessary drama like the ones he had seen through his span in the mafia.

She strapped the cock back on and fucked me slowly on the floor while the family watched, claiming me as her personal trophy in front of everyone. I came hard around the strap-on, moaning her name as my mind sank deeper into submission. The mafia had bought me. And I was already addicted to being their shared, broken, willing pet.

“And the Don isn’t called the god of death for nothing, princess. I decide who gets to scream my name in pleasure… or in pain.” Don? The single word crashed over me like a bucket of ice water even as my pussy clenched hard around his fingers. “You’re… you’re a mafia boss?” I whispered, shock and raw terror flooding my veins. He tilted his head, studying my face like a predator savoring prey. “Tell me, princess… does that scare you? Knowing the man knuckle-deep in your dripping cunt is the king of the underworld”

And second—always follow the first rule. Rhys knew the day he stepped foot in this mafia world that this was not going to be easy, and he was not the boy to do easy things. He preferred challenges, thrilling and dangerous ones. And his trust in himself brought him near the pillars of success, as most feared man in underworld and worldwide. He had both the looks and money to buy anything, with just a flick of his fingers. Women, cars, houses, buildings, he could even buy those two lost shipments once again only working a minute. But love….