Novel & Cerita Accidentally Sexting The Mafia Don

Although I was aware that having sex with a mafia man was idiotic, I was still perplexed as to why I had so carelessly gone and clung to the one person that made me feel like I was wanted only to be used. Even though I should be ecstatic that I would soon be free, I couldn’t help but feel as though he had ripped a hole in my soul. “And you’re not in the least bit concerned that I’ll expose you and your mob to the police?” I looked into his eyes, looking for answers. “No, I trust that you won’t along with other factors being that you have told me quite a few secrets of your own regarding your royal family.” He responded. How could I be such a fool?

This man was bizarre. "So, you know already, if you betray me, unfortunately, I won't be held responsible for my actions, dear Emma. Now you'll be my wife." In one day, I'm just a waitress serving orders in a diner, the next, I'm handed over to the worst man I could have ever imagined meeting, the mafia Don. I don't know what I will do from now on.

He protested, his snort entering his mouth as he spoke. Ohh, dear reader… I forgot to inform you... I am not your regular mafia boss. I am the topdog in the mafia world even though I am still monitored by my father. Denver is not just my consigliere and best friend, he is the head police of narcotics and crime. He helps me run my dirty work. If a young guy or lady gets caught at the airport smuggling drugs, they would be given options– It is either they sign a deal working for me at my different clubs as strippers or they get arrested. Some young boys and girls are workers at my club because their parents couldn’t pay up their debt. Some work as security personnels who transport my goods– dr

“Papa, this is Selene.” The air shifted. He didn’t move, didn’t speak. He just looked at me, gaze steady and piercing, like he could peel away every secret I’d ever had. And in that silence, realization hit me like a bullet. Her father wasn’t just a man. He was someone powerful. Someone dangerous. He was a mafia lord. The dining hall was too grand to feel real, like I’d stepped into the pages of a history book. A chandelier of dripping crystal hung above us, scattering golden light across a table long enough to host a small army.

"I am scheduling a vasectomy. I will cut the tubes myself if I have to. We are never doing this again." I stared at him. The feared Don Marlowe, the man who executed traitors without a second thought, sat in a hospital room threatening to sterilize himself to spare me from childbirth. A laugh bubbled up in my chest. I cupped his face, rubbing my thumbs over his stubble. "What is funny?" he demanded, scowling at my amusement. "You," I chuckled, bringing his hand to my lips. "The big, bad mafia boss. You look like a terrified little boy right now."

Aurora will become the second in command of the Italian mafia, and I am supposed to take over my father's family as the Donna. I'm glad that everybody knows who I am, because everybody treats me with respect. They think my father is the wealthiest man in this city, but they do not realise what a dangerous man he truly is. Only those who are in the Italian mafia know who my father is. I am done for today, and I walk over to my car, where it is parked. I have finished my classes for today, so I am going to meet some of my friends at a cafe for a milkshake and something to eat before I go home. Get into my car, and I'm so deep in thought that I do not look where I am going. I reverse straight i

As I sat there and listened to him, while Val held my hand and stared unblinkingly at him, I felt hollow inside. I wondered if Father Isaac knew that the money dad used to donate to the church was gotten from his work with the mafia. I wondered if he knew that he had been working with an international criminal. And I wondered just how many things in my life were tainted by Marco Giordano. I felt dirty even thinking about him, as he’d haunted my nightmares for several days after the incident.

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

My fiancé, Luciano Marino, was the Don of the Marino family, and he was an extremely careful man. For the five years we'd known each other, he'd kept me on his estate outside the city. "Eleanor, you're my weak spot. I'll never let any of my enemies lay a finger on you." "The fewer people who know about you, the safer you are." So I'd never once appeared in public with him, let alone met his family. Three days before our wedding, I was outside the study when I overheard him talking to the butler. "Don, are you sure you want to schedule your wedding to Ms. Vanderhall for the same day, three days from now?" "That's right." "Then... what about Ms. Ashford?" He took a deep drag on his cigar. "Ele

He brought out a packet of gum from his trousers popping it into his mouth tilting his head to my side, "I'm just saying, since you're practically talking about how you want the whole world to know that I'm in a dangerous mafia, hope you're ready to really explain our relationship, somethings have to match... don't they?" A rush of different emotions swirled in my blood as I folded my fist in pure anger, the thoughts in my head were simple, "deny everything" but with my feeble nature, could I? I rushed to him, dragging him by the collar. I really don't know what ghost possessed me but I was too mad to reason, "you literally exposed Heather, Leslie and I to danger and now you're using our ill