Captive Of My Mafia Crush Novels & Stories

She held her breath for a moment, licking every part of her lips. Her life as a Princess—she didn't believe she would ever love a man, talk more of being under a man, or being loved back. But, after she was CAPTURED AND ENSLAVED BY THE MAFIA ALPHA, she understood that everyone has that one love that awaits them. He looked into her eyes as he broke up the kiss and then lifted her into his palms, grasping her butt from underneath. “Lena!!” he muttered, and she kissed his forehead. “I possess you and everything in you! You are mine!! Mine alone!!! Mine forever!!!”

He stopped walking and stared down at me. "What?" I asked confusedly, but he just smiled at me. "Thank you for coming into my life," he said before leaning forward and kissing my lips. Thank you for accepting all of my flaws, Lance. Thank you for being there when I needed you the most. I'm looking forward to our future together. Thank you for being my Mafia Rescuer. I love you. THE END Eltan Storm's story available! Title: My Artistic Mafia Man Elian Storm's story available! Title: My Boss Is In The Mafia?

Nora looked around as the car entered the biggest gate she has ever seen, the entrance of the gate alone had lots of men who she assumed all worked for Luca, they all had guns with them which brought her to the conclusion that the man sitting next to her and on his phone was a mafia lord and going by all the things she has read about mafias, he had no heart or mercy, no wonder he treated her the way he did, he was a criminal whose everyday life involves hurting people. She still didn’t know what she did to be his target, or what the person that he is mistaking her for did that made him come after her.

I asked, putting a muzzle on my words as I studied her facial expression for some moment. "What did the orphanage home administrator tell you?" My gaze lingered on her. I tried to read through her facial expression. Her expression was one mixed with doubts and curiosity. She was nervous. It was obvious. From the very day my men captured and brought her to me, I knew she was Amelia Miller with an hidden mafia name — "La Lupa Vincenzo". The scenes from that night replayed in my head. It was nothing but a blood shedding night. I was just twenty years old then but I was so damn devoted to my duty as the upcoming mafia King to rule in stead of my father.

How could I admit that the Mafia Don was falling for his captive? I ran a hand through my hair and sighed in frustration. "This isn’t supposed to be happening," I muttered, picking up my phone to call Mario. "Hello?" came his voice on the other end. "Mario. Café. 5 PM," I said curtly, hanging up before he could respond. An exasperated sigh escaped me as I moved to my desk, glancing at the stacks of documents on my desk but I couldn’t focus. My thoughts were all on her.

And the insult didn’t stop there; she ran straight into the arms of my brother, Edu. What does she take me for? A fool? That I wouldn’t know? Did she really believe a blind man couldn’t sense her betrayal? She underestimated me. She underestimated what it means to be me. She must’ve forgotten that I’m not just any man. I’m the Capo dei Capi—the boss of bosses. The man who commands American-Italian’s most powerful mafia with nothing but a snap of my fingers. Thousands answer to me. And yet, she found her way into my heart, only to shatter it.

Like he had been starving for me, and I was the only thing that could sate his hunger. And that was the problem. I wasn’t supposed to feel that. He was my captor, damn it. A mafia lord. The kind of man you ran from, not towards. Yet here I was, still tasting him, still replaying the feel of his mouth, the weight of his body, the way he had looked at me after.

I had walked right into the lion's den, and I needed to be ready for a bloodbath indeed. “Is that understood?” Sniff. “Answer me.” He growled, tightening his grip on my jaw. “Yes,” I forced a smile, “I understand. What were you saying about me being your American girlfriend from the Coyote Mafia?” He scoffed, taking my hand now. “The real game is only just beginning, and you're already flopping?” “You should have said all this in the car instead of trying to play the hot, sexy mafia Capo you’re not,” I replied through gritted teeth.

"Let go of me! Help—!" Before the scream could fully leave my throat, the man lunged forward, throwing his heavy weight over my torso. A rough, calloused palm slammed brutally over my mouth, suffocating my cries. "I said shut up!" he snarled, his eyes wild as he pinned my wrists above my head. "You think you're safe here? You're just a captive whore. Someone paid me a lot of money to make sure the Capo’s favorite toy gets broken tonight. He won't want you when I'm done."

Adrian Romano was the definition of everything I should have been avoiding. He’d kidnapped me… Was holding me hostage. Framing me for a murder I didn’t fucking commit. Blackmailing me if I didn’t cooperate with him. And the icing on the fucking cake… Was that he was the Capo of the Italian fucking Mafia. But I couldn’t deny the way that he made me feel. As he kissed me, I felt fireworks. I felt the sparks I’d been yearning for, for so long. With all of my previous boyfriends…