Accidentally Sexting The Mafia Don Novels & Stories

Angelina looked so innocent and for some unknown reason,it made the Mafia Don feel as though it wasn't right to be around her or touch even a strand of her hair. It’s true Xavier can handle anything. However, sometimes it's exhausting because he's only human. He was mad earlier on the phone because Diego called and informed him that one of his men had fucked up the shipment. The mafia don was so pissed off because he invested a lot of capital and time to make sure that everything will be okay but…one of his men sided with the enemies and failed the operation. Xavier heaved a deep sigh when he gave it a thought, trying his best to keep his anger in check.

Five guards step out of it, and fall into step behind me instantly. With my phone in a pocket, and a pistol in my hand; eyes filled with deathly fury as we approach. The moment I step in, the sight before me makes my heart stop. Not because its new, I've seen thousands of dead bodies, it was worse after an all out war between two ruthless mafia Lords. What made my heart stop is the implication. "This is a lot." I mutter, noting the extent of damage that had been done. The thought of innocents being murdered, and killed for something they didn't do or had no idea of; makes my heart ache.

Oh oh I’m cumming daddy! Buzz buzz buzz Jumping up I realize my alarm is going off rubbing my eyes and feeling a little disoriented. I started looking around looking for him. After realizing I’m alone in my bed I come to terms with it all as just a dream. A lovely exotic dream about my step brother Sebastian again. Not just my brother but a mafia boss. What is wrong with me? Why do I keep fantasizing about my step brother? He’s dangerous and kills people for a living. I’m not stupid I know what he does.

“Later, Lucien.’ And added, as she saw the look on his face, ’Please my Master. I swear, I am so sore now, I can barely walk!!!’ He held her for a moment longer and then let her go. She helped him to dress although his eyes kept straying to her now open bathrobe, the soft breasts with the red marks visible, making him harden. ‘F*ck, woman, f*ck you.’ She looked up, startled. ‘I want to take you somewhere, someplace where I can keep f*cking you, away from the children, away from your work, away from your f*cking kitchen.' She stepped away and said in a prim voice, folding her arms, “Yes, and when we return, I might be carrying another set of triplets, right?’ The Mafia Don smiled despite hims

"It's not good, you know? This double thing. Kind boss during the day on the plantation, and one mean don in the dark hours. You'll flip somewhere." I gave him a level stare. "Don't you have a vineyard to run?" I said in a low voice, which meant I was close to losing my temper and hitting his face if he lingered. Fillipe was a friend; also involved in both the wines and the mafia. And he was a helluva annoying guy. Being about a year older than me, he had an inclination to gossip. Until he was in the field, and he was as tough as a nail.

The atmosphere in this room seems deadly "How rude of me sorry my name is Luca Morelli the Don of the Sicilian mafia," he says extending his hand and my eyes widen. My blood runs cold. If it wasn't for the sound of the bacon sizzling and the sound of this man's lips spreading into a smile I would think I was dreaming "Cazzo " I whisper shutting my eyes and he chuckles

“I swear man. I don't know their names. We only communicated through books.” “What the fuck do you mean through books?” Slamming my fist on the table, the metal vibrated with force. "Books? You mean to tell me you were taking orders from children's stories?" Grabbing him by the throat, my grip tightening. —ready to choke him to death. "Don't insult my intelligence. Tell me the truth or I swear to God, I'll make you beg for death." I watched him gasp for air, his eyes wide with terror. "It's true, Capo! I swear! They left messages inside specific books at the library. I don't know who they are!"

I feel his eyes on me, watching. "Did you have a good day?" he asks softly, like he's struggling to form the words. "Aside from this situation, fine." I turn my back to him, tucking my hands under the pillow. "Good. That's good." He clears his throat. It hits me that he's nervous, which is so crazy. This is my husband, this is Alessandro. He's the Don of a powerful mafia family. Why the hell would he be nervous? True, we've never slept in the same bed together before, but we've done so many other things—this shouldn't be a big deal.

Then I unbuttoned the sleeves of my shirt and rolled them above my elbows. “Is that supposed to intimidate me?” Antoine spoke, grinning. A sly, evil smile spread across my lips. “No. Your girlfriend must be dead by now.” Without warning, I fisted my hands and punched him directly in his eyes. He yelped in surprise. His head threw back. “Terzo Siciliano, you must have heard of him in your line of business. He’s an Italian mafia don, is outside, and you shot his cousin and signed your death warrant.”

He tried to salvage the situation, "Dante Romano is the Don of the Italian mafia." All air left my lungs as I sat in my seat frozen in fear. Fuck. I just put the Don of the Italian mafia in his place like a child. I even teased him and talked back to him, as if I had the right too. My eyes darted over to Dante to see him smirking and enjoying every second of my shame and embarrassment. What in the fuck did I get myself into by coming here?