Adored By The Mafia Godfather, My Ex Novels & Stories

"You chose her. You're really asking me to—" "I need her power. The Vitale connection." His mask slipped, revealing the cold ambition beneath. "The government's been cracking down on my father's operations. We need the underground support that only the mafia can provide. Your family can't give me that anymore." "I don't care what you need." My voice was steadier than I felt. "We're done. I won't be your whore." "Then you'll be nothing. Your adoptive mother will destroy you. The scandal will follow you everywhere. No school will take you. No company will hire you. You'll have nothing and no one."

His men called him Ace and I only know one person who uses that name in the underworld. That freaking mafia. There’s no doubt that this fucking man here is the man who I shared a hot night with years ago, the man who I should never met again — the mafia gang’s godfather. Ace, the mafia lord. Fuck! I should have never gone back to this bar! Ace stared at me as he caressed my cheeks gently. “Why not take off your mask and kiss me?” he asked playfully.

“I just don’t know how not to control you… or feel things for you. It’s the only way I know how to love anything.” A dry laugh slipped out of me. “That’s a fucked-up way to say you love me, Adrian.” He shrugged lightly. “It’s the only one I’ve got.” For a moment, neither of us spoke. I wanted to believe him, but part of me knew that this was who he was. He’s part of the mafia, all he knows is to control everything he touches or at least kill it off if it resists, and somehow, I knew that wasn’t the only thing.

Only God knows how I survived the heartbreak he caused me. My ex-boyfriend. The man of my dreams, 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.

“We're in public, Grossi. Why would you think this is the best place to flex the most embarrassing dancing steps?” “Oh, come on. You're not that bad. I'm going to teach you. Who knows, maybe you'll have someone to impress it with later in the future.” “Grossi, I'm an ex-prostitute and P.A to the head of the Ferrari mafia. Nothing about my position shows that I'll have someone who fancies me enough to have a dance-” “I haven't done something this fun since my husband died and you're the only friend I have. Are you sure you really want to decline?”

Third Person Pov: Thomas Allen is one of the most ruthless leaders in the mafia gang Hayden Wren heads. Its known as 'Python'. Recently, there's been a fued between the two, hence; Thomas moved to Dubai. The members of the gang thought things would dissolve over time... but it didn't. Communication seized between the two for the past two years. Now, Thomas is back to set things right.

It broke him. He dragged himself up, trembling, laughing bitterly through bloodied teeth. “She’ll never love you,” he spat at Adriano. “Never. You think you own her? You don’t even know her. She hates men like you. Hates the mafia. Her dad was killed because of your kind!” I stiffened.

Enough to break him if I walked away now. “It was lovely,” I whispered, the lie tasting like dry paper in my mouth. “It was everything it needed to be.” Dominic set down his glass with a familiar ‘clink' that echoed the room. “How are you finding life as a Morvanti? Is it everything you hoped for... when you said your vows?” Androa squeezed my hand. “Yes, tell him, cara. Tell him how happy we are.” Anger washed through me. “It is more than I deserve,” I said, my voice shaky. “Androa has been more than generous. I’ve found a peace here I never thought possible.”

He just pulled a hand from his pocket and checked his watch, a pure display of bored power. "I didn't think you had the invitation to one, Michael. But I suppose you’ve always been good at sneaking into places you don't belong." My heart stopped. Father? The world tilted around me. The man I had loved, the man who had broken me, was the son of the man I had signed a contract to marry. Can life laugh harder in my face? Just then, Adrian’s eyes drifted past Michael and landed on me. His gaze darkened, shifting from ice to something possessive and predatory.

“You never asked. Besides, she’s not as beautiful as you.” Leonardo cut my steak as he asked, “What, are you jealous?” Bluntly, I said, “I don’t like Katrina. She offended me.” “That’s just how she is. She speaks very directly.” He poured me a glass of wine. “Once you spend more time with her, you’ll see she doesn’t have any bad intentions.” Leonardo said this with bright eyes, his tone tinged with admiration for Katrina. From then on, Katrina’s name was like a fishbone stuck in my throat.