روايات وقصص ضمن Belonging To The Mafia Don

What was all these? He gets up and my eyes lock on him. I’m too scared to take them off. It’s like he would behead me once I look away. Like a predator hunting for its prey. His agile movement comes towards me. One step after another pristine step. Ethan lets go of me as his father approaches us. Ethan’s father is a fucking mafia don. Jesus Christ. I guessed he wasn’t a lawful citizen but this is too much. The freaking mafia. HELL NO I didn’t sign up for this!!

Rodriguez continued, giving a slight nod of acknowledgment to his second in command who was sitting next to him. Rodriguez could easily be described as the most powerful Mafia Don. Ruthless sounded like a word meant for child’s play when it came to describing how he could get. Everyone that offended him, never lived a day to tell the story and full grown men quavered in his presence. His reputation as the most dangerous man to ever cross paths with, preceded him wherever he went. He spared no one that dared to do wrong by him any mercy and till this day not a single soul lived as an exception to that rule.

“He’s ruthless, lethal and really, really powerful. When he came into the hideout where the kidnappers had taken Ethan and I to, they had instantly dropped to their knees, that’s how much he’s feared by people.” My skin crawled as I listened to my parents talk about how dangerous the person I was going married off to was, as the hair stylist did my hair up in my bedroom. I was already dressed up in my wedding dress, and my makeup had already been done to perfection by professionals. “He’s the most powerful mafia Don ever to walk the earth. Every other mafia here in Italy knows he has the final say.” Dad continued and I felt fear clog my throat once again. “And you’re getting me married off t

A simmering tension hung in the air between us. Tommy, a familiar face in the mafia underworld, caught my attention as he sat in a metallic wheelchair. His presence was a reminder of the ruthlessness and resilience that permeated our world. Despite his physical limitations, Amidst the esteemed Dons, I noticed the Mafia Don priest, Krystallo, dressed in his priestly regalia. His dual identity struck a chord within me, a reminder of the blurred lines between the sacred and the profane in our dark realm. I wondered what role he played in this gathering, what secrets he held close to his chest.

"Sell her to him?" "Would he get married to someone from a smaller mafia gang?" Caterina’s eyes hardened. "Dante wouldn't touch a smaller mafia group even if his hand was cut from his body. Untested men who just became mafia dons, yes. But a smaller group...? Never." The bile rose in my throat as Caterina’s words sank in. My mother had bartered away my sister's life for her own selfish gain. To a man who would never even care about her.

he completed. That makes sense. He looked like a lawyer. Stern and calm composure. A very nice combination. “Then what is Silvano if he has a right-hand man?” “A Mafia Don,” he said, and continued eating. I nodded and was about to put another spoon in my mouth when his words sank into my head, and my hand hung in the air. I knew they were mafias but not that Vano was the Don. Oh crap, I might just have dug my own grave with my own hands.

The Dermaco family was one of the crime families here in Europe and they own a lot of territories in the coast making them the most powerful family. “You killed my brother,” I dare to cry, my voice harboring so much hatred. “You killed him!” He was the only sibling l had. I can't say much about my parents ‘cause they all passed away when I was just a kid in a car accident. Damen was the only parent l ever knew in all my 21 years of walking on this planet earth and these monsters came to take the only precious thing away from me. My brother as far as l knew him he was not capable of stealing from anyone let alone some ruthless, sadistic and deranged mafia of some high rank. He’d never do such

The security guards had told me he had been standing there for six hours. His massive shoulders were completely buried under a heavy white layer of snow, his skin was gray, and his lips were deeply blue from the biting cold. He was shivering violently. Looking at him, I could hardly believe that this man was the same Mafia Don who had once brought a bloody storm crashing down across Italy. I saw no trace of the terrifying majesty that once made seasoned mafia capos drop to their knees in absolute terror. He looked completely shattered. I walked slowly over to him, the fresh snow crunching rhythmically under my winter boots.

I sneered once again, my eyes filled with mockery for Sophia. "You are Marco's granddaughter, Sophia," I began, letting go of her arm and letting her stumble away from me. "So you should know what happens to people who see too much!" "I..I was just looking for...I didn't mean to.." she backed away from me, excuses on her lips as her eyes fell on my bloodied shirt. Her entire body shook in fear, as she swallowed hard. I raised an eyebrow, interest flashing past my face. The granddaughter of the biggest mafia lord in Asheville was scared of a little blood?

His large hand slid to the back of my neck, gripping my hair to hold my head still. I pushed against his solid chest. I kicked his legs. He used his massive weight to pin me against the sink, crushing my body against his. I tasted salt. A warm tear slid down his cheek and mixed into our kiss. I widened my eyes. The ruthless Mafia Don was crying? He never cried! His large hands trembled violently against my skin. It was a kiss full of absolute terror and desperate, sick obsession. I refused to fall for it again. I bit down hard on his lower lip.