Accidentally Sexting The Mafia Don Novels & Stories

He fell with a groan, and I heard Clara’s voice pierce through the room. “Dad!” she yelled, but I didn’t care. I was so satisfied by the fear in his eyes as he stared at me, knowing I could kill him at any moment. It gave me so much satisfaction. “The sixth rule of the mafia is that killing a non-guilty member of the mafia would have you uninstalled as the Don. You can’t kill me. If you do, you will lose everything. I did nothing wrong,” he said, and I yelled out as I let go of him.

He scanned every corner. Then he noticed something on the coffee table. A small black envelope. His expression darkened. “Elena, stay back.” He walked toward it. “What is it?” she asked. Adrian carefully picked it up. There was no name on the envelope. Only one sentence written across the front. YOU CAN RUN FROM THE MAFIA, ADRIAN. BUT YOU CAN'T RUN FROM YOUR PAST. Elena swallowed. “That's not good.” “No.” Adrian opened the envelope.

I was practically smiling into nothing, he must have noticed because he furrowed his brow. “What's funny ?.” I wavedy hands in a dismissive way, “oh don't worry it's nothing serious.” He shook his head, “ No I want to know what's making you smile like you've won a lottery.” That statement made my smile to grow more, “ You know I kind of thought that, Mafia Don’s always looked scary and all that.” He breathed out a laugh like what I said was amusing, “ Why do you think ?” “No it's just, People out there said you eat human flesh and you could burn someone alive while laughing like it's a game to you.”

I sneered once again, my eyes filled with mockery for Sophia. "You are Marco's granddaughter, Sophia," I began, letting go of her arm and letting her stumble away from me. "So you should know what happens to people who see too much!" "I..I was just looking for...I didn't mean to.." she backed away from me, excuses on her lips as her eyes fell on my bloodied shirt. Her entire body shook in fear, as she swallowed hard. I raised an eyebrow, interest flashing past my face. The granddaughter of the biggest mafia lord in Asheville was scared of a little blood?

And as a woman, when you sleep with those men, you're eventually seen as unfit for marriage, damaged goods. I was warned to stay far away from him. Because, after all, Asher was the don’s son. Not that there weren’t rules—but sometimes, they bent for him. He was the first son. The heir. And they would learn the rules for him, especially since my father was practically a nobody. But something happened when I was sixteen… People were looking for dates for prom. Asher was already at university by then. He had come home—I didn’t know why or for what purpose. You don't ask shit in the Mafia world, especially if you were a woman.

Most men make their way out of the building as Don Marino was nicknamed "The Don of Dons", the man became ruthless after his wife and daughter died. He walks up to Emily and kisses her on both cheeks. " Mia," he says lovingly. He eyes Giovanni up and down, the latter lost for words. "As many of you know, my late wife and daughter were killed due to this man's actions. He has held my Mia captive since she was 17 years old. She has now decided to take over the Marino family business! My Mia! The new Don!" He exclaims. August stands there, astounded. Was this Emily's plan? It didn't make sense at all. She just outed herself as the granddaughter of the most powerful mafia Don in Sicily. How woul

I whispered, "I'm sorry if I did anything wrong. Please. I even remember the rules. Respect, obe-" "No, Bella. Stop. " He said sharply. "You're mine. I won't let another man lay a hand on you." His words were a balm on my reopened scars, but his tone was cold. Eyes trained on Zach's, he seethed under his hard veneer as Arthur unlocked the door caging my rapist. This wasn't Mariano. This was Don. The head of the Italian Mafia, the one I didn't know too well. As soon as Zach took a step, Mariano shook free from my grasp abruptly, and stormed to him, punching him in the face, and pressed Zach against the wall.

Don hissed loudly causing her to suck in a breath as the rest of her words to die in her mouth. "Look what you made do?." Don tsked in his accented voice that had soon become Breanna's Kryptonite, strutting to her with a pistol in hand. To think that she used to find the Italian accent attractive. W*****d and romance novels lied to her about Mafia and gangs. There was absolutely nothing romantic about them, they were simply brutal evil people. Nothing more. "Do you know what you have done?," He raised his voice, leaning in. "Five years of pushing your boyfriend to this position of being so desperate."

All I want to do is kill this person right now. “ Do not hurt her! Don’t ever think of laying your fingers to her!” growling, I snapped. My mind is running with too much thought right now and they are all scary thoughts. I have been in a mafia for so long that I know how brutal and violent humans are. Humans are more monstrous, a creature of hell. “ Marry me,”the other line said and I stilled in my feet. “ Megan?! Fuck!” I shouted at her. She is dumbed in pretending to be someone and then dropping the bomb of her identity.

This man was now pulling the final strings of my self restrain and in case he wanted to know what I tasted like, he wouldn't take long to finally get a guess and I bet that is going to be fucking wild. "Keep Summer's name out of your fucking mouth, Matteo," I reply, my voice a low menace. "Summer? I wonder how she is going to feel when she knows about your new addiction. You would never change, Sinclair Sorvino," he says pulling another strand of my nerve. "What do you mean?" I ask knowing exactly what he is talking about. "Come on, Sinclair, don't play games with me. News flash. The new mafia don of Seattle is engaging in an affair with Vincent Cabero's daughter," he lays out.