Captive Of My Mafia Crush Novels & Stories

The Mafia Lord. The man who had destroyed countless families without blinking, who carved his empire from fear and corpses. And now… my captor. He lifted his gaze, locking on mine, and for a moment, the entire world stopped. “Bring her here,” he said, voice deep, controlled, and laced with arrogance that made it sound like an order from God Himself. My body went cold. “No! You can’t do this!” I screamed, kicking, struggling. My voice cracked, raw with terror. “Why me? I don’t even know you!”

I needed to communicate to Tyler where and when I will be free today, I missed the previous night, he must be mad at me. Still stretching out on the bed, I still could not reach out to my phone. I turned my head to the side and saw a huge painting by the wall. It was a man who I recognized, Mariano the most notorious ruthless mafia leader. Some say he is a tyrant, others say he is a psychopath and a maniac.

The one he'd said looked good on me this evening before I left for the restaurant's bathroom. Before these men kidnapped me. I'll be lying if I say I don't know where they're from. Kristoff is a powerful Mafia Don - much feared in New York and all over the world. A cruel underboss with a reputation to match that phrase. I knew what I was getting into when I let him into my heart after our initial agreement. I knew what I was getting into when instead of packing my stuff and leaving his mansion altogether, I got into a fight with my uncle when I went back to our shack to clear out what was left there.

I was trapped, alone in this unfamiliar place, with no one to hear my frantic cries. I refused to give up. I banged my fists against the door, my voice still carrying my protests. "You've got the wrong person! I have no connection to any mafia! Let me out!" But my words fell on deaf ears. There was no response, no sign that anyone was listening. It was as if I had been swallowed by a void, left to grapple with the terrifying reality of my situation.

her voice was barely above a whisper. Imani clamped her hand over her mouth, eyes wide with disbelief. Surprise had taken hold of her, threatening to spill from her lips in an uncontrollable gasp. Imani could hear her heart pounding in her chest. Of course, she knew about the mafia, but it was one of those things you never paid attention to. There were only rumors, and at times the police would be investigating, and suddenly the investigations would come to an end. She had thought it was because they were unable to prove anything. To have Elena sit across from her, with terrified eyes and tell her she had been the mafia's captive was unsettling. "H... Hh... How? Wh... why? What did they want

“You guys do a sweep, all right? Make sure we weren’t followed.” Frankie and the other one – I didn’t catch his name yet – murmur their assent and get out of the car, moving away into the parking garage. Butterflies twist in my stomach as I realize that I’m alone with my childhood crush, who doubles as the Mafia King. I mean…how am I supposed to talk to him now? Is he my old friend or the violent crime lord? “Are you all right?” Christian murmurs, leaning away for a moment and doing his best to look me up and down. I curl up again, still embarrassed to be so naked in front of him. “Did they hurt you in there?”

Fuck the heart break, I don’t think I can take it anymore. I started kissing him back without any sing of objection on my face, I might never get this chance again nor I could see him craving for me like this ever. At least I will have these moments to cherish even if he somehow forgets about me, I would be the one holding onto it. I’ve fallen for the mafia who held me captive, my heart couldn’t speak the same language my mind did and I could do nothing about it as I myself chose to shut the doors of my mind down. I was with him and it never felt so right despite of it being truly wrong.

He cut my word short, the way his lips moved was too arousing and despite the fact that it wasn’t the right moment, they called out to me. Maeve Hawthorn. I’ve never thought my name sounded so sexy until now. Until he just called it. My heart jolted and there was a tingling in my stomach that caused me to swallow again as I tried to throttle the dizzying current racing through him. I could feel him staring at me with a smirk playing on his face and I could also see the heart rending fondness of his gaze that he suppressed almost immediately. What are you doing, Maeve?! Snap out of it, this man is a mafia don!

I was going to worry myself sick if I didn’t watch it. Turning away from the doors, I walked into the bathroom and turned on the sink faucet, letting the cold water run into the granite bowl. Things were coming to a head, and I could only hope that we would come out on the other side of this madness. Who would ever have thought I would be married (well, not technically) to a Mafia leader and Ilsa as well? It was hard for me to picture my bestie police officer being enamored by the very man she should want to put behind bars, but never in my wildest dreams did I think I would follow suit.Now I couldn’t live without Gavril. We were going to have a child together. We had a future, or some versi

Hello readers, thank you for following the story so far. The plot is about to take a dark and intense turn. I made an effort to incorporate the elements of a dark romance, danger, suspense, and maybe a bit of romance. Keep in mind that the title of this book is “TAINTED LOVE” (A Dark Mafia Romance). What is the first thing that comes to your mind? If you believed the book was dark in the previous chapters, well, it has just intensified. LOL.