Bring It On My Mafia Life Novels & Stories

' I slapped his bum and giggled loudly as he slapped mine in return. It has been a month since my father and his 'gang' showed up in Gio's mansion. Gio and I were becoming closer and so were his siblings. They were often around here and hanged out with us. Even though Raffaello was here more for business than to hang out I liked him really much. He was really protective over his little sister and brothers. I see him as my own brother. He told me I'm part of the family from now on, so, I'm om the list of people he needs to protect. The triplets were the fun brothers. They often play games with me on the ps4. I'm becoming a pro if you ask me. Camilla was my new improved sister. She and I were

"Look, I don't like you raising your voice in front of me! " "I am Marco vilante, ruler of the dark world, leader of the great Mafia of the world! You shouldn't dare raise your voice in front of me, sweet lady. "Marco said in a tone that sounded so frightening. Knowing who the man is before him was instantly intimidating Bella's guts, given the man's power is no joke. To rid the earth of a life like darrel was not difficult for him, nor would she for whom alexa said she was above the law.

Scot says. “You do not understand the power the mafia possesses. Your government knows nothing, they will never be able to protect me. They will hunt me down for years and I do not think I want to live my life constantly looking over my shoulders. What kind of life will that be? No, I will prefer to fight. It will be a more honorable death, after all that is how I was trained.” “You can’t take on the entire mafia.” “What else can I do? Except there is a way for the testimony not to link back to me.”

Dmitri spat out blood in my direction, an act of disrespect. I stood up from the chair and walked closer to him, raising his chin so he could take a look at me. "Unlike your miserable father, I am the biggest Mafia Lord in the entire city. Every single one of my enemies fears me, and they all have the right to do so. I am showing you mercy by exchanging your freedom for that of your sister, you should be thankful." I let go afterward, and with one last look at him, I walked out of the room.

With that, she slammed the door after her and I could hear her footsteps fade. For a minute, I wondered if I should just let Brielle be and let Debbie go as well. I could find a new woman to fuck as easily as I could kill a man, but I shook my head at the thought. Brielle was rightfully mine and there was nothing she could do about it. This was the mafia. She needed to learn that life was not as it seemed. In the mafia, people took without giving back. If you wanted something, you had to go for it.

I mumbled to myself. "That's him, your target. Lure him to me and I will give you a new life to get married to whom you want by setting you free. I will sponsor your wedding." My eyes widened in surprise at his words and i was happy. I'm sure he'd see the excitement allover my face. Like who wouldn't want to be free, the mafia world is not like a market or business that you can walk in and out anytime you want. Once you are in, no going out.

So it was this punk who had messed up with my brakes in my car. I smirked before my chest vibrated suddenly and I let out a small chuckle. “You really do have big balls to be able to waltz comfortably into my property and expect to end my life so easily. You have potential young man.” I said honestly. For someone so young to be able to pull a brave stunt like this was remarkable. We could use someone as skilled as him in our mafia cartel.

she was trembling, “It's not like I'm important, no one would miss me anyway, my parents are too busy sniffing…” “That's not the point.” “Then what is?” I stood up and removed my clothes, “The point is the man has ties to the mafia, didn't you know this?” “Why would I ?” I placed my t-shirt over my head. “I forgot you don't pay attention to anything but your fool of an ex I*******m.” “Hey…” I threw the pillow at her, “Keeping it real, now let's go downstairs and celebrate the fact that you still have your life.” She dragged me by the hand.

Pay up, or the next one we cut won’t be a finger. I couldn’t breathe. My vision swam. The world tilted. I pressed the phone to my chest, rocking back and forth, whispering over and over, “I’m sorry, Papi. I’m so sorry.” People passed by, but no one stopped. No one cared. And that was when it hit me… The mafia wasn’t bluffing. They had reach everywhere. Even in the prison. Even in the law. Even in me. I stood slowly, wiping my face with the back of my hand. My cracked phone felt heavy, like a curse.

I ask, my heart beginning to thud against my ribs. "Control," Marco whispers, his gaze dropping to my lips before rising back to my eyes. "I want complete security for my investment. You want the Falcone name to protect you? You want my men to bleed for you? Then you belong to me." "I don't understand." "We get married," Marco states coldly. "What?..."