Bring It On My Mafia Life 소설 & 이야기

"Breathe... Breathe Christian... Breathe...You can do this." My life is about to change. What I do next will determine the Mafia Boss that I will become. Now I am a determined man, and there shall be nothing and no one that will come in my way in my pursuit to claim what is mine.

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

I mumble. I was really hoping to see Rio this morning because we still need to talk about how we were to play the “marriage act”. “I know it’s not a life you are used to,” Mama Agness continues, “but guns and bloodshed are quite the norm in the mafia life. Even though I do try my best to make sure they keep most of it away from the house.” She holds my hand, turning my attention back to her. “You wouldn’t have to worry about anything.”

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."

He tried to salvage the situation, "Dante Romano is the Don of the Italian mafia." All air left my lungs as I sat in my seat frozen in fear. Fuck. I just put the Don of the Italian mafia in his place like a child. I even teased him and talked back to him, as if I had the right too. My eyes darted over to Dante to see him smirking and enjoying every second of my shame and embarrassment. What in the fuck did I get myself into by coming here?

I feel the blood flow straight down to my dick and a few strokes later I’m painting the shower wall with long streaks of cum. Feeling refreshed and relieved, I stepped out of the shower and got dressed. I styled my hair into a messy look, threw on a red shirt, blue jeans, and my boots. To finish, I placed my gun in its proper place. As a mafia boss, I never go anywhere without it because you never know when you'll need it. Being in this position brings many unwelcome enemies. Making my way downstairs, I find Michal already up and brewing some coffee. The whole kitchen is filled with the enticing aroma of dark roast, making my mouth water.

As you can see this is my first time writing a mafia-thing genre. Thankieeee so much^_^