Adored By The Mafia Godfather, My Ex Novels & Stories

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne

Whatever it was, Sarah was resolved to convince her bestie when she returned. Work came in and she had been busy all through this morning. She had decided to let Aldo choose the spot for dinner tonight. As she sat at her desk, her phone buzzed with an incoming message. Curiosity piqued, she unlocked her phone to read the anonymous message that flashed across her screen. "Sarah, be careful. The man you love is not who you think he is. Aldo Accardi is a powerful mafia boss, running one of the most dangerous criminal organizations in this country. Don't trust him blindly."

I asked her quietly. “To the world Jonathan is a CEO and a billionaire with a lot of money and a lot of companies and employees under him but I know he works for the mafia organisation. I know he's one of their bosses.” She lowered her voice. “I don't ask him because I don't want him to think I am disappointed in him. He did all he could to survive and that was all that mattered to me. That was why I asked us if I didn't,” Grandma told me and I understood how heartbreaking it was for her. She couldn't do anything to stop him because she knows that she was helpless.

She saw Luciano still asleep on his stomach, one arm possessively wrapped around her. Carefully, she removed his arm and slid out of the bed, wincing silently at the pain in her body. She turned her head and threw a furious gaze at her mafia ex-husband. He was truly a feral beast. She gathered her clothes from the floor and dragged her aching body to the bathroom, only to be shocked by her reflection in the mirror. God, her whole body was stained blue and purple with hickeys, and her lips were swollen and cracked from his bites. She shook her head, knowing this was inevitable—she had signed a deal with the devil.

My gaze snapped toward the stage—toward the unmistakable glint of golden, wavy hair under the lights. My heart skipped a beat. Even if I’d been blind, I’d have known that hair anywhere. What the fuck was my ex doing in Monaco? And in a goddamn auction house?

Massimo said nothing, but I heard the sound of something shattering. Buried in medical jargon, my mind began to drift. I sank into darkness and had a very, very long dream. I was born into a Mafia family that was glamorous on the surface but rotten to the core. For as long as I could remember, I watched my parents tear each other apart in a world of bloodshed. My father, Don Antonio Ricci, was a cold, greedy, and brutal Don. He favored the most savage methods when expanding his territory. And his private life was legendarily depraved.

“I heard you were auctioned to a ruthless drug lord. Don’t tell me you’re here for an abortion already?” The blonde frowned, hand on her belly. “Who is she?” “Uhmm… she’s my ex,” Matteo announced, stepping closer, rain plastering his hair. “Remember that obsessed ex I told you about? The one that wouldn’t stop texting and begging me to take her back even though she now belonged to the Mafia? This is her.” I laughed—sharp, incredulous. “Oh wow, Matteo, you piece of—” “Watch your mouth.” He grabbed my wrist hard, nails digging into the fresh bandage. Pain flared; I gasped. “You should know your place, Elena. I’m done with you.”

He expresses his confusion via his facial expression. “I put you in a position where you had to shoot someone, again. I guess Harlow was right. I just become your weakness, I’m not good for you, maybe we’re not-” he cuts me off saying, “Don’t finish that sentence.” He cups my cheeks and kisses my tears away, saying, “I’m sorry. I brought this upon you, if the mafia life was something that I’d never have been associated with, then, Santino’s brother would’ve never turned up. It’s the demons of my past that are hurting my angel, you’re my angel. The only light in my life filled with darkness, Tesoro. Never, ever think otherwise. I love you.”

He stands up straighter, towering over me, his dark eyes swirling with a storm of secrets he refuses to share. “I’m a mafia leader, Harper. There is always someone out there trying to get at me,” he says bluntly, his chest rising and falling heavily. He looks away from me, a flash of genuine pain crossing his face. “And now, they can hurt you to get to me. You’re a weakness.”

He laid me down with the utmost care, as if I were fragile… but I wasn’t. I was his. And he was mine. I was completely surrendered to my ex-mafioso.