Captive Of My Mafia Crush Novels & Stories

I decided it was time to go home I stood up and started walking towards my house. “Look who do we have here? Isn't she the captive of De Mario mafia?" __________________________________________________________________

He seemed to be comparing a photo with Matthias. "Che cazzo," he cursed. Italian. His kidnapper was Italian. Somehow, this made Matthias think of the Mafia.

Sure enough he could vividly see her husband walking toward her confidently, it cause her to remember the first day they met, the second time they met and the third. Tears of finally getting to marry her Crush, is a sight to behold. Crushing on that guy walking confidently toward her was never a mistake, but trying to hate him was her mistake. She will forever cherish this day__ her happiest day forever is Marrying Her Crush. Yushraf swung around her, his eyes twinkling with humor and that cute dimple teasing his cheeks" The knot has been tie, and you're finally my zawjatyy." He whisper into her ear, wrapping his other hand unto her waist" You're now my halal babe, everything could now be fu

I was more terrified about the fact that the guy I saw staring at me at the Mafia Association Ball, who Liam told me was the new leader of the Italian Mafia, aka the guy that I’ve had a crush on for the past 5 years was one of my best friend’s brothers aka the leader of the most powerful mafia in the world. Why was my life so fucking hard? Like what did I do to deserve this? You’d think I was living in one of those Mafia x Reader books, but I do not want to end up being the goddamn Y/N who swoons when the guy so much as breathes and acts fucking helpless the whole fucking book. So, with that thought in my head I made a new promise to myself. I would not fall for Stephan Ferrari; I would hate

SIN POV. "PL...please, have mercy." What an asshole. If he thought his pitiful plea was going to make me spare his pitiful life, he was so fucking wrong. He had already messed up when he tried stealing money from me and passing information to my enemies. I am the fucking boss of the Italian Mafia. Even when people hear my name, it sends a shiver down their spine. They would piss their fucking pants just by the sound of my name. Nikolai Violenta

“So, I’m stuck here?” “Stop acting like you are a captive. It’s for your sake. Everything you need will be provided for you.” “Don’t try to sugarcoat it. This is confinement” I snapped. “I’m just trying to protect you but your emotions are preventing you from seeing the logical reason behind my demand” “I am not your property Ricardo” “I never said you were” he responded in an even tone. “So, what next? What do I even do? I have no idea how the mafia works. The only thing I know "how to do is dance”

Right in between his legs and he bell back with a groan. “ Bitch!” He snarled at me, his eyes darkened. I shriveled in fear, my neck shrunk and my eyes went low as I avoided his gaze. I mumbled repeatedly, “ I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to. “ I knew what these men were and amongst all of them, he was the strongest, the one with the real power. The capo. And I just had the audacity to kick his dick. The Mafia had one rule,

I was trying real hard to stop myself from screaming. This could just be my big break. If I head the team and nail the criminal, I'll make the headlines. I'll be the star detective and he'll watch me shine from his screens. Greatness is the best form of revenge and it was everything I ever wanted. "Now to our target," Morrison said, drawing me out of my thoughts and clicking to the next slide. “This is our guy!” The projector flickered, my whole world came crumbling. My jaw dropped.

Mia said shaking her head. "You said no one, does that includes you?" Maria asked suspiciously. "I'll be honest with you. I did have a crush on him when I started working in his club but I got over it when I realized I wasn't his type. It was hard but I'm completely over him now. It's only his fans who aren't over him yet even though he warned and paid them off." "Paid them off? What are you talking about?"

She felt small, insignificant in this world, as if she had entered a realm too grand for someone like her. The mansion loomed ahead, a fortress built from stone and ambition, its windows glowing with the warmth of life that seemed so foreign to her. This was not the place of safety she had envisioned when she first fled her father's clutches. This was the domain of Don Allerick—the crippled, ruthless Mafia boss who had just become her new reality.