Novel & Cerita Accidentally Sexting The Mafia Don

The child I held on to let out a cry, calling my attention that I was gripping his arm too hard. I glared at him and felt guilty when he whimpered. Poor kid didn’t deserve my anger. The man who ought to bear the brunt of it all, stood a few meters away, nodding at something some dude was bragging about. How could the public believe that someone as cold and heartless as that was donating to orphanages and doing charity? It was obviously a front. All pretense just so he could continue his shady mafia dealings right under the noses of everyone. “What the hell is that smell?” A very familiar nasty voice that I had come to hate almost as much as I hated Luciano’s annoying face.

He waved his hands and the man locked the suitcase and stood back. "I don't think you want to know what happens if you don't comply, Miss Evans." He pulled out another envelope from his pocket and threw it on the table, allowing me to look at it's content. Stephanie was in those photos, how the hell did they know my best friend? "Heard she loves a good fuck, I was hoping to be her next client." "Fuck you!" I screamed at him. "Don't you go near my best friend. She is not a prostitute!"

"You don't understand how I felt about it,I knew something was wrong so I went back there I just d-dont know how it happened!" Mikhaila said fidgeting, she was trying so hard to not look like she was scared of Alek even though it was obvious she was.There was no sane person that wasn't scared of Alek Nikolai, he was the mafia boss and the CEO of the largest networking company. People had their suspicions about him using the company to cover up the fact that he was into weapons and human trafficking but there was no legal proof, so many police officers have tried their best to catch him but they all failed and the ones that pushed beyond their boundaries ended up dead, Alek was feared that no

“Wow. That was interesting. You told Caterina off. I am impressed. Lavinia said. “I just corrected her perspective,” I replied. “And you changed ours also,” Chiara said. I raised my eyebrows at her. “We thought you were like…” she trailed off, not knowing what to say next. “The mafia's,” I completed for her. “Everyone is scared of your boyfriend and we just don't want to make you angry.” A laugh escaped my lips. “Boyfriend?” I asked. “Yes. Everyone knows Don came back with his girlfriend.” “Wow. Words spread fast here,” I said and they nodded.

"Then take it to the Don. Family rules." His jaw clenched, but that fake tough guy look stayed plastered on. "What, you wanna settle this in secret?" I dropped the pen, stared him down. "You forget who you married? I'm not some deli guy's kid." "This was a mafia deal from the jump," Sofia chimed in, smirking. "If you're tapping out, better get the Don's blessing." Damon gulped. Sweat slid down his face. Yeah, he hadn't thought this through.

"I speak in fewer, clearer phrases. For fifteen years, you will be mine. You have to follow my mafia's rules and regulations throughout that period. You'll be released after that, he said. I gave him the side-eye while picking up the contract. I had no faith in anything he said. I carefully examined the contract looking for gaps before I discovered it. A sly laugh escaped my lips. The contract was smashed on the table by me. I'm not like your stupid henchmen, you know. I'll be your property for fifteen years, according to this contract. It must have been a pleasant notion. to declare that I am Luca Martinelli's property. It makes no mention of the previous contract becoming void. You'd still

it pains me that, I left my newlywed wife at home to deal with this bastard, and he still wouldn’t speak the truth. “you didn’t ask him if he had any evidence, maybe we should listen to him, and probably do some investigations to clear our doubts” Damien says as we get inside the elevator which takes us to the last floor, where our offices are situated as the highest ranking members of the Martello mafia.

I turned and walked back to my car. And I didn’t look back. That night, I sat in my study with the lights off, watching the rain blur against the windows. I should’ve gone after her. Should’ve kept her here, caged or not. But what right did I have? I destroyed her world. Set it on fire with my own hands. Letting her go was the first selfless thing I’d ever really done. But it felt like cutting out my own heart. ⸻—— The next day, I went to the quarterly Mafia assembly at the Ridotto, a dimly lit cigar lounge buried beneath one of the luxury hotels downtown. The meeting hall was lined with men who wore power like perfume—cologne of blood, money, and secrets.

Her asshole had just been drilled by his massive cock, and her entire body was covered in spayed cum. This was not what she wanted; she had done it with Don and enjoyed it, but it was different now. She could not feel anything, except guilt. Only if it was her boss. She had actually wanted it to be her boss, but now it was another cruel mafia lord, one she couldn't bring herself to like. “What the fuck?” Martin said with a laugh as he entered. He turned to Marco, who was working on his pants, and said, "Damn, you actually fucked her hole." Hold on, Don needs to see this.”

It gave me joy, and also fed me. As an orphan, I had no choice than finding a way to earn a living and fend myself. It was all good, hacking and getting money until Julian came with this deal— a shady deal that involved infiltrating Don DeMarco's Mafia organisation. I never knew Julian— my innocent nerd of a boyfriend actually worked with the Mafia until two days ago. Fuck that son of a gun, he took to his wings immediately I was caught. "Don Alessandro, I swear by the heavens I'm saying the truth." I tried to convince him but the sneer on his face made me understand that he cared less..