Adored By The Mafia Godfather, My Ex Novels & Stories

“It’s too late, Aldo. You can’t undo the past.” “I know,” he said, his voice breaking. “But I can try to be there now. If you’ll let me.” I refused to look at him. To answer that. To promise anything to the man who’d ruined my life—not once, but twice. “There’s something else,” Aldo said, and he was Aldo this time. Calm and cool and calculated. That’s how I knew it was something I wouldn't want to hear, something related to the godforsaken Mafia world I’d been so unceremoniously dumped into.

Abigail murmured. "What is it sir?" Maria said. "Nothing, maybe it is another Adrianna," he said. "Do you have her photo?" Dad asked and she nodded. She took out her phone and started scrolling at it. She later gave dad the phone and from his horrified look I knew it was the same Adrianna who was a mile away. "Do you know her sir?" Maria asked. "No, I don't think so. But Adrianna , who I know, I haven't seen for a long time and she is part of the mafia so I can't say whether it is her or not," dad said and we looked at him suspiciously.

Shivers run down on my spine, just by remembering her intimidating look that time. “King? The underworld mafia king?” a voice came from behind us and turned to see my dad and brother standing on the doorway. “Hm…Yes. The underworld mafia leader of 'Dark Knights'.” I said, nodding my head. “Dude, are you freaking serious? you like mafia princess! MAFIA PRINCESS?” Adrian shouted, holding my shoulders and shaking me. “I..I didn't say that I..I …lik…like her.” I said and closed my eyes in embarrassment.

A move I found very dangerous. However, I made an extreme effort to suppress my grieving passion deep inside, trying not to scare her off with my inner beast, while watching her step into my exquisitely designed trap. "Thank you so much for being too good to me, godfather," she finished. Only if she could read my mind, would she know how badly every piece of me desired her. 'Little Alexa, you have no idea all those dirty thoughts my mind is filled with about you. So don't tease me, unless you are going to please me.' I thought to myself.

“No. But he comes from that life. Just like your father did. He didn’t choose it—he was born into it. It’s in his blood.” “Wow. So romantic,” I muttered. She ignored the sarcasm. “After your father died, I promised—you’d never have to face the mafia world again. But Federico… he's different. I finally feel like I have a reason to breathe again.” I wanted to hate her for it. But how could I? She looked happy and I didn’t want to take away her happiness just like I did the first time. So I told her I approved of Federico. I met Federico once after that. He was polished and handsome, in a silver-fox mafia don kind of way.

Everything managed. I pick up my fork. "How long have you known Derek?" He cuts into his chicken. "Ten years. Since he was fifteen." "His godfather." "In name only. I have no children of my own, and his father thought the association would be useful." "Was it?" "For him. Not for me."

There’s no doubt this is Grace’s mother. My heart sinks in my chest and I feel like curling in a ball on the floor. I have no claim over Adrian, and yet to think that his heart belongs to this woman makes me want to cry. “They aren’t together.” Vanessa answers as though she has authority on the matter. “Adrian is still in love with his deceased ex-wife. She was his eternal moonlight. He hasn’t been serious about another mate since her. I doubt he’ll take another.” Mate? Eternal moonlight? What was she talking about?

I frowned, "You told me everything? By just saying, MY EX FIANCE NANED SOPHIA DIDN'T SHOW UP ON OUR WEDDING. You're so awkward, do you think I'm some sort of AI who can understand so easily?” "You're no moron, are you?”. "If you're willing to explain, I admit I am a moron.". He let out a sigh, running his other hand through his hair to make his curls slick back as usual. “I…. Needed this position as the OFFICIAL second in command of the don who is the mafia Lord of The Butcher's mafia community.” he began. “Oh, like a beta?" I asked.

He never came back. I don't remember what the fight was about, and now I can't even picture Adrian's face. All I remember is that after he left, Mom's heart problems began, and Carl started drinking. Ever since then, names like Adrian, gangs, guns, and mafia became taboo in our household. "You're... mafia?" I stared at the man before me, trying to process the pieces. "I'm the boss of the mafia. You can call me..." He paused, lips curving slightly as if holding back a smirk, then said, "Mr. N."