Accidentally Sexting The Mafia Don Novels & Stories

I winced, and he promptly apologized under his breath. Did he truly say that? Bending down, he blew softly on my wrists, soothing the burning sensation as he continued to clean the small wounds. Gradually, the pain subsided, allaying the discomfort with each gentle breath he bestowed. As I lay there with my eyes closed, I could feel him gently wrapping the bandages around my wrists. The touch of his fingers on the bandage sent shivers down my spine. Slowly, I opened my eyes and found myself staring at him, bewildered by his actions. Why was he doing this? My heart skipped a beat when he lifted my wrists and tenderly kissed each one. I was left speechless, my mouth hanging open in disbelief.

A beautiful combination of chaos and beauty. But I'd intentionally hurt her because of my selfish pursuit to renounce what I had always known— what I didn't want to acknowledge or give a name to because I was Luca Moretti, Mafia Don of a Spanish Mafia Empire. I was ruthless, feared, I was black inside and I didn't do relationship. I use women for my own pleasure and toss them the moment I get fed up. I didn't do love. I was incapable of it. Ever since my father fell into a slump after the death of my mother. I'd vowed not to be like him, to have no weakness and certainly not one as a love interest but then she appeared into my life.

he said. "No sherlock. When I say great and the almighty is because the guy standing in front of me and talking to me is The italian mafia leader, Ace Vincenzo,"I said with a grin. "How..?" The guy who had held me asked. They both looked shocked by the way. "What? You are not that good at hiding some details. Maybe you are able to do that to the world and some people but not me. And besides, your security codes in the mafia can easily be hacked," I said and they looked at me as if I had seen a ghost.

Charity demanded once Milet removed her hand. Milet glared at her, exasperated. “Charity! Of all the people in this club, you had to bump into him?” “What’s so special about that guy?” Charity asked, frowning as she rubbed her temple. Milet dragged her to a quieter corner outside the club. “Listen to me: if you ever see that man again, avoid him at all costs. He’s part of the Mafia. He’s involved in all sorts of illegal activities. He’s dangerous, Charity—a monster! You’re lucky you didn’t provoke him.”

Dad asked. “Yes, I'm fine. He called, he called to ask for help.” “What fucking shame!” Both cried out in mockery, not even letting me finish. “Calm down,” I flapped down my fingers. “You don't even know what I'm about to say.” I snappily moved on to say before they stopped me again. “Alisa wasn't a true friend but the fiancee of a Mafia Lord who operates an underground sperm donor ring. He was a potential target to his ancestry. Now he's been forced to accept the eight year–”

When Darius Rossi pushed the photo toward me, I froze. He held me in his arms and kissed my cheek, his voice still hoarse from our earlier passion. He said, "I'll arrange for you to meet him in the next couple of days. With your looks and charm, he'll easily fall for you. Gina Costa cares about her image, so once she sees you two together, she'll come running back to me." Gina was the marriage partner Darius needed, the daughter of another mafia family in Paulirmo, and the woman he truly loved. They grew up together, and he harbored feelings for her.

His slender fingers grabbed my chin with so much force that my eyes teared up from the pain. "Don't forget that I'm the Don of the Marinos, Mia. I have many ways of making a person vanish into thin air in Micosa. Do you want to experience it?" This was the mafia's logic. It was their version of Quid Pro Quo. Once they gave a person something, they thought it would give them the right to take everything they could from the person. "You'll regret this, Ernest," I said slowly with clenched teeth. Ernest reacted as if he had just heard a joke. He let go of his grasp and instructed the bodyguards in black standing guard at the door.

“Are you saying the donor could be… mafia?” “It’s possible,” she admitted. “The clinic closing so suddenly, the lack of records, it all points to something bigger. Maybe they wanted to cover their tracks.” I picked up the cross, running my fingers over its smooth surface. It felt cold, heavy, like it was carrying the weight of a secret I wasn’t ready to uncover. When I told Aunt Maggie everything, I expected her to be angry or horrified. Instead, she listened quietly with a calm expression. When I finished, she reached for my hand and held it tightly.

written by Isabella The air seemed to thicken as he stood there, his presence commanding attention. The old lady's eyes flickered upward, her gaze meeting his for a brief moment before she looked away, her expression unreadable. The granddaughter, however, couldn't help but stare, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and fascination. The little girl, Violet, flinched in fear as she met eyes with the mafia man, Shawn. She quickly hid behind her grandmother, her eyes wide with terror. Shawn's expression was cold and calculating, his deep voice firm as he asked, "Why are you here?"

"You nearly killed your fake dad." Vincenzo grunted, hand on his chest. "I’m honored." Mei offered him another forkful. "More?" "No." Noel leaned in and kissed Vincenzo’s temple. "You’re ridiculous." "For you? Always." They sat like that…one ridiculous mafia husband, one recovering beauty, and a little girl trying to feed them both into an early food coma. Laughter filled the hospital room, a brief reprieve from the shadows that loomed just two weeks before.