Bring It On My Mafia Life Romane & Geschichten

He wasn’t kidding when he said his apartment was bigger than mine, his walk-in closet was bigger than my living room and kitchen combination. I grabbed another t-shirt and some shorts and padded around until I found the bathroom. I took off the old t-shirt and hopped in the shower. I don’t know why but the word “mafia” wouldn’t leave my head. What did I know about it? Not a lot, just what I’d seen in old movies and TV. Illegal activities, bribing cops, drugs, murder. I sighed.

"Is he dead? Is my father dead?" "No. He was taken and will be returned after you wed Fabian Belucci." "Who took my daddy?" My tears spilled. She wiped them with her thumbs. "Tell me! Let's go to the police! Why are we not going to the police?" "Mija, these people own the police. Your father was taken by the Mafia." Dio! Chris and Frank were right. I am a Mafia bride! "They came in the middle of the night... a dozen armed men. They beat up anyone who got in the way and took Giovanni. I don't know whether you understand this mija but you are a Mafia Bride. You can't run away from it. The only way out is if we all die. If that happens, we will be free but everything we own goes back to the Maf

''Sigh. ''I.... I know how to hack. ''He snorts. ''We already have a lot. ''The man on your side, puts his hand on your shoulder. ''Damon, don't be like that. ''He looks at me. ''If you want to enter this life, you can enter. I just didn't want to leave afterwards. ''I won't, sir. '' I say firmly. He smirks. ''Welcome to Mafia Russia. I'm surprised by this.

He says with a wicked glint in his eyes before he starts laughing. Being in the mafia means being ready to die at anytime. It means being ready to experience any type of pain or losing something. A brother, a hand or humanity. But right now, I have something to live for. Someone to live for. Alexandra. And that means, neither of us should die. "Oh yeah. How exactly will that happen?" I ask with a laugh. "By telling them that broke my limbs and gave me a grace period before killing me? By showing them how you did it?" I mock. He walks towards me and bends in front of me.

he was back to being Chadwick my tormentor but then something far darker, I felt it. "I am in the Mafia! I am the Mafia!" he roared, his eyes dark and wild. "I murder people! I make them disappear! I run illicit businesses! That's the life you signed up for! I am not a campus boy who would go on a casual concert with you, do you understand?!"

"I didn't choose this life, Bianca. It chose me. It's inbred in me that I can't walk away from it even if I tried. The moment you're a male in the famiglia, you're a part of the mafia, whether you like it or not. I took an oath when I was old enough to decide for myself. I can't break that oath as long as I live. The only way out of the mafia is death." "Will you ever know peace? These gang wars, this territory dispute. It must be draining to always expect an attack." "It's the mafia, Bianca, not a Disneyland fairytale." I joked, chuckling lightly. She looked at me undeterred. "But does the nightmare ever end?" A small smile touched my lips. "Once in a while," I said softly. Truthfully. "Aft

I said, my voice low and clipped. “But snatching a good woman from a careless man?” I approached my right-hand man, my eyes cold enough to freeze the air between us. “—That’s not stealing. That’s an act of mercy.” I turned away, already reaching for my coat. “Prepare my convoy. We’re going to the Morvanti Mansion.”

I should have left him but I walked over to the balcony and stood next to him ,hands on the railing . “I’m sorry “ I said barely above a whisper. “Don’t be , I’m the one who’s sorry” did almighty mafia bad boy king Cain Adams just apologize to me? “ I’ve been treating you like shit since you got to the Cosa Nostra “ he adds. I nod my head speechlessly , the last thing I expected was an apology from him .

I answered in one-word sentences and refused to look him in the eye. I knew it was a petty fight. What right did I have to get angry at Milo for his past lovers? I didn't have a claim over him and he would never officially introduce me as his woman. Did I even want to get involved in the mafia? I chuckled when I realized how ridiculous I sounded in my head. I wanted Milo but not the baggage he came with–the Mafia. He was an underground ruler and his job wasn't one he could quit. Especially not for a chick who was twenty years his junior and had dated his son. Besides, the only way out of the Bratva was through death.

He protested, his snort entering his mouth as he spoke. Ohh, dear reader… I forgot to inform you... I am not your regular mafia boss. I am the topdog in the mafia world even though I am still monitored by my father. Denver is not just my consigliere and best friend, he is the head police of narcotics and crime. He helps me run my dirty work. If a young guy or lady gets caught at the airport smuggling drugs, they would be given options– It is either they sign a deal working for me at my different clubs as strippers or they get arrested. Some young boys and girls are workers at my club because their parents couldn’t pay up their debt. Some work as security personnels who transport my goods– dr