Adored By The Mafia Godfather, My Ex Novels & Stories

I look between them: Victor—ice-cold billionaire who once owned every inch of me and now wants it back. Nico—my beautiful, lethal best friend who’s loved me in silence and is finally done hiding it. Both monsters. Both obsessed. Both ready to tear the world apart for me. And God help me… I want them to.

Only God knows how I survived the heartbreak he caused me. My ex-boyfriend. The man of my dream, the guy I thought I would spend my forever with. The same guy that tore my dreams and killed my spirit, he broke my heart in the most brutal way. Marco Alfonso, yes, the same Marco Alfonso that runs the biggest Italian mafia. He is the one standing before me. "Zoey." Luckily, Sophia snapped me out of the daze. I was the first to break the stare, I'm not going to let him see me weak.

He tricked me into believing that. My Ex gave me a nasty smile as he said, glancing at the empty crate then at my face, "You almost had your way Anna. You would have taken the drugs to your lover if you had tried this move with me one month ago, but the heaven had a different plan that's why they kept you away until my brain was filled with all the knowledge I needed about you and that asshole Mafia boyfriend of yours." "Mafia boyfriend?" I smiled, understanding what was going on here.

That was what I was. And Enzo kissed the hypocrite softly and passionately, like broken glass he needed to fix. I had a dead ex-husband, a sick son. Of course, I was broken glass. But he was Enzo Moretti, mafia gang leader, owner of a dynasty, and the top boss of the biggest drug cartel in New York. And I was staining his record. He had some political interests to meet and I was dragging him into mud by being with him. Enzo’s lips brushed mine as we took a breather, not full but not starving anymore. At that moment, with Enzo rubbing my skin and staring at me with love, I imagined this being the last time I got to hold him.

I'm the one who kept having withdrawals for seven fvcking years. Reaching the cabinet, I retrieve the first aid kit to clean the wounds. Hades, the fvcker, should start picking his funeral song because he'll pay. Not only for hitting me but for taking my wife away from me. The condescending piece of shit always made it clear that I shouldn't be with her. She's a mafia princess, and I'm a nobody, a killer who should remain in the shadows and only come out when he's needed to take care of extracurricular activities.

" Oh my God... We now had a Mafia Don in our friend circle, no correction, international Mafia King, it's awesome " After knowing about their relationship, Maddy was like suffering from amnesia, he had completely forgotten that the person sitting beside him, at the dining table, was actually a Mafia Don. He was so happy for Anna, and after eating his favorite food after so many days, he was feeling like he was flying in the air.

He said, “Trust me, that’s a compliment.” I didn’t answer him. He was thirty-nine, and he was the mafia leader in Rome. He probably had a trail of bodies in his wake. “Oh come on, don’t look at me like I’m the devil, birichina. You love Nero because you are drawn to his darkness. Even after everything he has done, you still look like you want to jump into his arms.” How did he know that? “There is no room for the two of us in this world,” I told him.

I covered my face with my hands “Shit! I like him” I murmured when I noticed how my mood had quickly switched thinking of the kiss we shared. The way he grabbed me when we broke the kiss and how he had held onto me possessively not minding what the older man would think of him. I wonder who the man was. “Godfather? He did say he is a mafia don”

Old age was evident on him. We entered the church, and all eyes turned to me. The bride. The soon-to-be wife of Don Adri, the son of Dante one of the most dangerous men in the Italian Mafia, so feared not even the police liked to interfere. So popular, he had loyal men in and out of Italy and, after his death, all that was his became Adriano's.

“I just wanted to be myself for once—not some recycled version of an ancestor reborn every generation. Just me. Adonis. Even if only for a little while.” I cleared my throat, my mind juggling disbelief. “O...kay. But what does that have to do with us?” He didn’t look away. He held my gaze like it was the only thing anchoring him. "I’m the Padrino. The Godfather of the Italian Mafia. With Greek blood.” I stared at him, unable to speak. “There’s something else,” he said, voice lower now. “It’s about Dalia…” He hesitated, eyes flicking away before locking back on mine.