Accidentally Sexting The Mafia Don Novels & Stories

Her fingers hovered over the keyboard for a moment before she typed one more search. “Dante Moretti mafia don” Dozens of results appeared. Photos. Rumors. Police reports that went nowhere. The file photo stared back at her: Dante Moretti, youngest mafia don in Eldridge City. And she had just touched his cock.

"You don't use a mafia don, Roxy! He uses you! He has a contract!" "So what?" Roxy stood up from the bed and stepped right into my face, her eyes dancing with dark amusement. "Dave was a cheating, lying piece of shit who made you feel small. Marcello looks like he would burn a city down if someone touched your hair. Use the man, Sienna. Let the big, scary mafia don ruin you a little bit if it means you forget all about that loser back in LA." "This isn't a rebound, Rox! This is adjacent to human trafficking!" My chest heaved as we stood toe-to-toe, our voices clashing in a fast and furious wave of bickering.

There was a dead, suffocating silence on the other end of the line. “Danny...” Erica’s voice suddenly turned into a shrill, panicked whisper. “Are you out of your fucking mind?! Tell me you are joking right now!” “I am completely serious!” I huffed, my smile fading. “Why are you yelling at me?!” “Because you don’t know how the mafia works, Danny!” Erica shrieked. “You can’t just go around transferring millions of dollars to another Alpha’s property! Do you have any idea what kind of trouble you could get into?! Call him back, cancel it, do something!”

All his life he'd worked hard for it and now he had a stable stand as the don of one of the world's most famous Russian Mafia. Gianna Moira Donovan is unlucky when it comes to love. She vows to never throw herself into the said pond of heartbreak after severe fallout with her childhood sweetheart. But a clash between a Mafia don and a Donovan in unfavorable conditions spirals despise and loss of hope to something else. Something agreeable? Something horrible?

The way they had stopped whatever they were talking about and paid attention to him surprised me. They were talking about some mafia stuff and I stood there looking like a lost puppy I still hadn't come to terms with the fact that my life was now constantly in danger because I was married to the mafia don. I don't think anyone could. "And who is this little piece of candy that's been standing here ?" A man spoke up causing everyone to look at me and I just stared at my own two feet. "She's not important" I looked at Julius with wide eyes. "So I can go show her some moves on the dance floor?"

"Señorita, are you all right?" "I'm not. Donna, please the cops. Call Adam!" "If Luke and the rest would get caught, Martin would also be investigated. So far, only a few know that he's a mafia leader. That he is no other than the notorious mafia boss of the Scarface Gang in Italy. Señorita, do you want that to happen?" Donna intuitively asked a question I couldn't get to find the right answer. I just shook my head in my response. "Let's go to your room. You need to rest!"

Destros said. Bargaining with him would let him know that Nightingale meant more to me than a one night stand. If I agreed to this, he wouldn’t hand her over, he would make more ridiculous demands till he was satisfied. I know how gangsters worked. I was part of the mafia now, but once upon a time, I had been a mere gangster too. Besides, the mafia was really just an upgraded style of gangster life.

She had just finished her shift at the local café and was looking forward to a quiet evening with her brother. As she turned the corner, she heard the sound of shouting and commotion coming from a nearby alleyway. Curiosity getting the best of her, she decided to take a look. As she approached the alleyway, she saw a group of men dressed in black suits and sunglasses, surrounding a young man who was on the ground, bleeding profusely from a gunshot wound. Bella's heart began to race as she realized that she was in the middle of a Mafia hit. She quickly turned to leave, but as she did, one of the men caught sight of her.

She groaned and tugged at the strands of hair on her head. Alexander Moretti was forbidden fruit, he’d always been. In the past he was her older brother’s best friend, her father’s best friend’s son and a Mafia successor, but now he was the Don and he had a girlfriend.

The short bald headed nigga that supervises the affair of the club grinned in excitement while showing his brown teeth. “Marcus right?” I asked him. “Yes, Don.” He answered proudly while trying to put on a brave facade but I saw through that. “You know my rules. I don't deal with human trafficking or slave trading. That's not part of my mafia dealings. I'm not asking you to stop. But the moment your stupid activity is traced to my mafia, I'll give you a long painful agonizing death.” I threatened while promising him something I knew he would not wish for. After threatening him and ensuring that they were all good, I made my way to my mansion hoping I would be able to prepare myself for tomor