Novel & Cerita Bring It On My Mafia Life

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.

Mafia, not someone that I ever expected in my life. He was my nightmare! ******************************

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.

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?..."

“Keep your voice down.” “Oh my god… I’m so dead,” I whispered, though my voice betrayed me, rising higher than intended. “All my twenty-four years of living, I’ve never—ever—done anything illegal.” Well, except for the occasional illegal street racing, but that was a hobby, a thrill, nothing like this… nothing compared to the mafia. “And now I’m living with a criminal?!” I almost shouted, the words tasting bitter on my tongue. “Mama… what were you thinking?”

He asked and somehow I knew his obvious panic wasn’t just because I had slept with another man. “You know him?” I had to ask. “Brielle,” Finn said, sounding like his soul had left his body. “That’s Dante Moretti.” He exclaimed, like he was someone I was supposed to recognize but I failed to. “Am I supposed to know him?” I just had to ask again. “You should,” Cassandra breathed. “Everyone knows who the Morettis are.” “Can someone just tell me what is happening?! Who are the fucking Morettis?” “They’re mafia,” Finn whispered, not even bothering to hide his panic. “They run half the damn city, Bri.” My blood turned to ice that instant. What the heck have I gotten myself into?