Bring It On My Mafia Life Novels & Stories

“Otherwise, we’ll officially have a full scale mafia war on our hands tonight.” The cool night air bites at my skin, and that’s when I notice the patches of wetness soaking through my dress pants. Stephon’s blood. It’s dark, sticky, and warm. A stark, visceral reminder of Scarfo’s reach. Thankfully, my suit is charcoal black, the spill invisible in the moonlight. I only need to go inside for a singular, non-negotiable moment. Collect Harper and get her back inside the reinforced walls of the mansion. “I need you to handle one last thing,” I say to Kris.

Five guards step out of it, and fall into step behind me instantly. With my phone in a pocket, and a pistol in my hand; eyes filled with deathly fury as we approach. The moment I step in, the sight before me makes my heart stop. Not because its new, I've seen thousands of dead bodies, it was worse after an all out war between two ruthless mafia Lords. What made my heart stop is the implication. "This is a lot." I mutter, noting the extent of damage that had been done. The thought of innocents being murdered, and killed for something they didn't do or had no idea of; makes my heart ache.

Chiara Moretti Alessandro stared down at me, his jaw tight. "You say that now," he said, and took a step toward me. "But you do not understand what you are asking for, Chiara. The mafia world is not a boardroom. It is not about signing papers or making smart investments. It is a world built on blood, loyalty, and extreme violence. It is filled with people who will not hesitate to cut your throat just to send a message."

She strapped the cock back on and fucked me slowly on the floor while the family watched, claiming me as her personal trophy in front of everyone. I came hard around the strap-on, moaning her name as my mind sank deeper into submission. The mafia had bought me. And I was already addicted to being their shared, broken, willing pet.

Well I guess they are really rich being part of the fucking mafia I thought to myself. I grabbed some sweatpants and a t-shirt along with underwear and made my way to the bathroom to take a shower before dinner. Stepping in the shower I let the warm water soothe my tense muscles. Never in my life did I think I will be a part of the fucking mafia. I din't want to be I just wanted to live my life in peace, go to college and get a degree and find work so I can live. But now my life is unknown I don't know what awaits me and what is going to happen. I don't have a choice I must do as they say until I'm eighteen and can go my own way. After washing my hair and body I got out and got dressed i tow

“I’m a Mafia Alpha. I don’t get the luxury of hobbies and I sure as hell won’t risk my mate’s life because she wants to dance for a crowd that includes bloodsuckers!” “But it’s the only thing I have!” I shouted, voice trembling. “You have the mafia, your titles, your empire. You fight, you make decisions, you command armies. And me? All I have is this one chance to do something that makes me feel alive. And you’re taking it away because of a truce you refuse to honor.”

“Ooh, come on…. you do not want to play that card with me right now, I promise you that. If my uncle should have taught you something. It’s that in your Mafia life, you began with me. Just like I did with him. “I recruited you. I own you. Wherever you go, you will always be under me. Unless I choose to let you go. You are on my back and call, and you do not walk away from me to the last day of your life. “Don’t push me to put up your name as my new mark. Even Don Mauro won’t be able to save you if I do. Don Mauro has nothing on me with my influence outside the Solana empire. “We are not over. We have just begun being in each other’s lives. After what you did. I assure you, Erede, I will neve

The kitchen was filled with the aroma of tomato and oregano, but it didn't soothe me like it normally did. "Why eleven?" I asked, attempting to maintain a steady tone. The average Mafia member didn't completely initiate until they were sixteen years old. "Is it because of his dad?" Umberto stopped moving and grinned, flashing a golden incisor. "You believe that because he is the Boss's son, he has it easy? The decision was made to initiate him early because he killed his first man at the age of eleven." Gianna shrieked. "He's an evil monster."

She seemed like an angel among mortals That angel is presently pointing a gun directly at my head and now she has cocked it. "You know, you could save both of us some time by pulling the trigger," I sighed. "I'm a busy man, you see." "Is it so hard to just let him get some time to rebuild and pay you back?" She asked as tears welled up in her eyes. "All I ask for is a little time. Is that too much to give? Don't you want your money?" "Actually, no," I grinned. "Do you know anything about the mafia, honey?"

Surviving here? I know firsthand that life in the mafia can be brutal. I've only seen Tommy act serious a few times and both times he managed to leave me speechless. Couldn't help but feel there's more to that brat. "We’ll see" I say, a smile tugging at my lips. ****