Betrayed And Bound To Be The Mafia Queen Novels & Stories

I say simply, shrugging my tiny shoulders, as if the weight of the situation isn’t pressing down on me at all. He stares at me, disbelief creeping into his blue eyes. “Are you kidding me right now?” He laughs, but there’s a flash of something darker there. “You think I can’t force you to sign?” He leans down, his face so close to mine that I can feel his breath on my skin. “I’m the fucking mafia don, Rose.” “I won’t sign it.” I chant the words stubbornly, my resolve hardening with each passing moment.

“I… I guess so.” I searched her face carefully. No hesitation. No deception. Only confusion and fear. She was telling the truth then slow realization settled into my chest. Now I understood why Calus wanted her. Why powerful men were moving like shadows around her. Why chaos followed wherever she went. She wasn’t just another woman caught in mafia crossfire. She was the key, the surviving bloodline. The record to the next mafia throne. My voice dropped into a near whisper. “You are the answer to so many things.”

“He made it possible for you to live, and this is my own way of thanking him. He did all this for his mother. Why should I abandon him after getting what I wanted?” “Ava, are you hearing yourself?” Peter’s voice hardened. “Don’t be fooled by his generosity. Men like that don’t change overnight.” I pulled my hand away from his. “There’s a rumor about him being in the mafia. There’s a whole conspiracy surrounding him. I did quite a lot of research about him, and something is not adding up.” “I don’t care.” The words came out immediately. Peter stared at me. “I’m not leaving until my contract ends. Matter of fact, he has agreed to terminate my contract after one year if his mother gets well.”

But it's too late for pretending because now I actually know the kind of shit that I am in. The mafia. The word echoes in my head and settles on my tongue like rusted metal and rot. It's cold, ugly and real. This is another family, another night and another situation that I'd been trapped in for thirty-one or so days now. I press my palms into my knees in an attempt to try and steady the trembling that's beginning to bubble beneath my skin. The sharp memory of my sister crashes into me like a tidal wave. Her lifeless body crumpled beside me as blood bloomed across white tile like a cruel red flower.... The man who pulled the trigger wore a tattoo that's impossible to forget...

he murmured, “and don’t come in here without permission again.” I nodded quickly. As soon as he released me, I left, almost running. In the hallway, the air felt heavier. The walls are narrower. I regretted leaving my room. If I had stayed there, I would have avoided another assault. Another breakdown. I took a deep breath. As I was about to go upstairs, the front door opened. The women of the family came in. Wives. Widows. Daughters. Sisters-in-law. All tied to the mafia by bonds that never break. All dressed in restrained elegance, discreet jewelry, and perfect posture. Women are trained to smile while swallowing their own will.

Poor girl looking like she will cry any moment. "This is not fair. You are our queen. It has never happened in the history of Mafia. A queen is cleaning floor? No. I can't let this happen. I am your personal maid. I am responsible for all your needs and if some one tells you to do some work, you can order me to do that. My whole life is dedicated just for you my Queen. Please let me do this" She keeps telling me this that her life is dedicated to me. It feels really wrong.

I asked as I tried to sound confident, but honestly, I was starting to feel a little afraid. I looked past him. A black car was parked outside. The windows were completely tinted, making it impossible to see who was inside. Who were these people? And why were they looking for me? “I'm Malcolm,” the man introduced himself. “Please come with us.” I blinked. "What?” “Please come with us.” “No.” I said it immediately. He looked at me not surprised at my answer like he expected it. People had started to gather, guess they all wondered what these mysterious men where looking for in this town.

As the song came to an end, Dante leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “This is only the beginning, mi amore,” he murmured. “You and I… we’ll build something untouchable.” Isla closed her eyes, knowing that from this moment forward, there was no turning back. She was no longer just Isla. She was Isla DeLuca. And the world would soon learn to fear the new queen of the mafia. End of Chapter 56.

I wanted to throw up. Dad always claimed that Emily’s mother was his best friend’s widow, and caring for her was simply his responsibility. But the truth was far more complicated, wasn’t it? Emily was also his daughter. He had betrayed my mother's trust. He had slept with her murderer, and created this monster. "But the man who saved her has too much influence in Italy. It’s difficult to handle Miley now–” “It’s just a mafia! Why should we be afraid of that scum? No matter how powerful he is in his underworld, we have plenty of money to shut him up. Right daddy?”

However Justin ignored her. "Are you stupid or something? You disturbed me in the middle of a photoshoot to tell me to buy you a pair of shoes?" Isabella yelled in anger. "I think it's time I send my men from the underworld to take care of you." Justin, who was unaffected by his sister's threat causally sipped his coffee. The same however couldn't be said for Jasmine. Everyone knew that Isabella Gerano Fraser was the wife to the Mafia king which made her the Mafia Queen.