Bring It On My Mafia Life Novels & Stories

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. ****

he said. I almost laughed at that. “It’s never over. You know that.” He didn’t argue. He just said, “Be careful, Marcus,” before hanging up. By noon, the headlines were all over the place. “Italian crime lord dead in Miami shootout,” it read. The article didn’t contain the real details, of course. They never did. But his empire was crumbling. The men who were loyal to him were either dead, arrested, or running for their lives. And then there was Elena Vasquez.

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.

" I asked, and I couldn't help the strange feeling, something was wrong somewhere. On hearing my tensed mood and the mention of my father, Festus stepped forward. "Prudence tell me. your father is dead!!!" she cried out, and I didn't know when the phone fell from my hand. . The rest of the day was gloomy for me, ever since the news of my father's death. He was shot. The life of a mafia don. It was inevitable now, that I had to return to Italy. Because Sergio was planning an ugly takeover.

If I didn't stop him, I would lose four fingers, only my thumb would be cut off later because it was a little bit away from the other fingers. "I don't want to lose my fingers, please. I am still so young and yet to get married. Imagine not having fingers, that’s so inconvenient," I pleaded, tears brimming my eyes. "I swear I will repay the money. You can take all of my savings and I will pay the rest in installments. I swear on yo—" when he put more pressure on the knife, instantly, I corrected myself, "Ember Corbin. I swear on Em–myself." Of course, he wanted the money. I was an idiot. He was in the mafia; he earned illegally, and an unknown woman had just wasted his precious money.

Stephano said, he got up and they both headed over to his office. I stare at my unfinished meal, my appetite already long gone. I got up from my seat, ignoring my unfinished food. I head back to my room, flumping on the bed. I was feeling really stressed about everything that was going on, this place was so chaotic. Is there any day here that would be completely drama free? I wondered. Well I should have expected it, this was a Mafia mansion… I should be glad there hasn't be any serious violence. ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~~•~~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~

" I said. With the message sent immediate action was required! As I dressed to head off to send my message my mind drifted off to my mate. Uneasiness, was all I felt whenever my mind drifted off to her. I hope wherever she is no one is treating her badly else when I get my hands on them they would regret it. But now I need to focus, I will think of her later. In many times during a fight things tend to go wrong between the mafia groups. And tonight was time like this. “Let’s move out.” I said. “Yes boss.” “I don’t have a good feeling about this.” Daniel my right hand said.

“I am not God Mack, you know the rules, you were warned.“ He picked two bare wires and brought them together causing an electric shock. “What is the second rule of the mafia society?“ He asked Mack whose eyes didn't leave the wires he was holding. “Never involve children in the act,” he muttered still staring at his hands. “And what did you do?“ Alex raised his brows. “I made children sell drugs.“ He muttered. “Good and now it is time you pay for your crimes,” he placed the bare wires on Mack's legs sending waves of electric shock through his body. The man yelled, he couldn't take his legs away because he was bounded. “Boss have mercy,” he yelled. Alex laughed, he has missed this, the cry fo