Novel & Cerita Adored By The Mafia Godfather, My Ex

“ Can I go out now? “ I asked, I was silently hoping to get a positive answer because I’ve been away from my mum for days now. I don’t even know if she’s doing good. “No, not yet and if this is about your mother, she’s fine, or is there something or someone I need to know?” He asked. The only man I had in my life was my ex, maybe he was also in the mafia I thought and immediately my body became cold. “Answer me, woman,” he asked again. “No, you have nothing or no one to be worried about, “ I said to him. After he was done, he walked up to me and said “ Act classy, stop drooling over me” and left. I felt like smacking his ugly face. Well, nothing about this man’s look is ugly. His character i

“He’s an asshole.” “Correct.” “He’s rude and arrogant.” “You’re also correct.” “He’s ruthless and shows no mercy.” “Bingo.” Joseph shrugged, “He’s in the mafia, he has to be all those things.” Victoria snorted, “I was married to Maximof, he was nowhere like that. My ex husband was in the mafia, but he was also kind to me. He wasn’t an asshole to everyone who dared breathe at him, and I’m sure he’s never killed anyone too.”

"Do you know what it means to live with me forever?" I couldn't help the little smirk that pulled at my lips. I leaned forward, completely unapologetic. "Don't worry, I have done my homework. You are in the Mafia, right? First son and heir... and you are a bad guy that has no business going to heaven. Don't worry, I can deal with it." Chad stared at me for a beat, completely stunned, before he suddenly burst out laughing. It was a real, loud laugh that shook his whole chest.

For twenty-six years, the only exertion I knew was the effortless swing of a premium golf club or the brief motion of signing an expense report at a five-star restaurant. Now, my existence was measured by the number of uniform crates I could stack before the evening headcount. "Hey, Hartley, look at this," a low-tier inmate named Miller muttered, nudging my shoulder with his elbow as he pointed a grease-stained finger toward the small, dusty television screen mounted on the wall above the supervisor’s booth. "Ain't that your old man? The one who owns the shipping empire?" I raised my head slowly, my hazel eyes locking onto the screen as a live high-society broadcast flashed into view. The sc

His voice pulled me from my reverie, and I jolted back, my heart alert to his inquiries. “It was just an accident, a mistake I live to regret every day and every moment of my life,” I replied bitterly, my tone almost wavering. He turned his head toward me, sitting on my right. He narrowed his gaze, his expression unreadable. “How do you explain the fact that you and your men were actually at the scene if it wasn't for an operation?” he asserted. I grunted. I knew Aaron didn't know the level of atrocities I had committed, nor my secret mafia dealings, which I wouldn’t disclose—at least not yet, and maybe not ever. My coming into his life as a friend was for a motive I was yet to accomplish an

Fred noticed the way his body reacted when he mentioned Mia's name. "So she does mean something to you." Fred sat up and folded his arms, his gaze unfaltering. "Where are you going with this? Why are you so invested in who she is, not me?!" Fred nodded his head absentmindedly. "Who is Mia to you?" "I suspect you two must have been intimate once in the past." "She was my ex-girlfriend." Jason confessed. Fred nodded his head again. "That explains it." "That explains what?!" "...Why your father tortured you so much. He knew you were eventually going to come for the pill." Fred said, his eyes resting on the pouch that lay next to Jason.

I saw the man. Slowly, I smiled. “I’m not a coward either. So let’s do this. I trust you.” Elias’s whole face lit up—like a boy who’d just been handed the world on a silver platter. The King of London… undone by a single yes. … The very next day, he brought me to meet his family. He said he didn’t want to wait another second before introducing me as his girlfriend. I expected icy stares. Formidable mafia types. But instead—his parents were warm, gracious.

I gasped. I was… I did. Frantically, I grabbed my phone again and opened it with trembling hands. I went straight to the recording app. I let out a deep breath the moment I saw a new audio file saved. I hit play. "Oh… Tito Damien… Damien! Faster! Please! Daddy!" My jaw dropped. The phone slipped from my fingers. “Fuck! Mica!” I cursed at myself. I slept with him. With my ex-boyfriend’s father. It was real. I thought maybe it was just a dream.

“You say that like it’s news.” “It isn’t,” I admitted quietly, meeting his gaze. “I just wasn’t sure. But… My ex was a mafia. I could tell with you too. The way you speak. The way people move around you.” For once, Matteo didn’t smirk. He studied me, his silence stretching long enough for me to feel the weight of it pressing down on my chest. Then he gave a single nod, a confirmation without shame. “Yes,” he said simply. “I am.”

As I try to free myself from their grip my body starts to feel weaker and weaker until I faint. ************* (Dimitri P.O.V.) I sigh exhausted. I still can’t believe everything that has happened in just a few hours. Tatiana came back, I almost lost my wife who was escaping to who-knows-where behind my back due to my mother’s lies, and then I found out that Tatiana betrayed me with the son of Alessandro Esposito who is now the new head of the Italian mafia. I can’t believe I was so blind that I never realized my girlfriend was having an affair with Vincent Esposito. I feel like a fool, but I don’t have time to dwell on it, I have to find her as soon as possible. We have been looking for Tati