Claimed By The Mafia Boss Novels & Stories

I won't forgive whoever the spy is. The person must pay for doing this to my wife and for ruining this operation. “I'll make life a miserable hell for you that you'll beg to die and I'll only grant your wish after you've gone through excruciating pains and torture. I'll show you that I'm the one and only, Antonio Romano, the mafia boss and leader of the Veneto crime family” I swore, with clenched fists.

“Tonight, you’ll understand why no one challenges me.” I swallowed but said nothing. When the doors opened, the sound of conversation hit me first. The room was massive—floor-to-ceiling windows framed the cityscape, and a long table sat in the center, occupied by men who exuded danger. Some were older, with graying hair and cold eyes, while others were younger, their gazes sharp, calculating. Mafia bosses. This wasn’t just a business meeting. This was a war council. Alessandro’s grip on my waist tightened ever so slightly before he released me. “Stay close.”

“I know I should stay away from you, Serena. God knows I’ve tried. But every time I tell myself to let you go, I find another reason to come closer.” ************************ He should have never wanted her. He should have never watched her. And he certainly should never have touched her. But Serena De Luca has always been the one woman Alessio Stefano Ravelli could never stop himself from wanting. For sixteen years, Serena has lived under a new name, thousands of miles away from home. She built a quiet life for herself, far from the blood, violence, and enemies that once made her family a target. Until her twenty-fifth birthday destroys everything. When her five-

Another day he had mentioned saying he has his own black deed but he's honest. Thinking back, iris remembered Maximo had yelled at her once, saying something about the rule. Now that everything fall into space, she understand the real hard work behind his wealth, his professional workers and staffs and his real profession. He is a Mafia Boss and not just anyone, but the Italian Mafia man who has many peoples, members and staffs at his beck and call. He's not only powerful but was dangerous too , he's not only cruel but was kind hearted.

Aemon yelled as soon as he came back for her. "Y-you fvcking k-killed," she said toughly, enduring the pain and trying not to lose her consciousness. Aemon smirked for a while. "I'm not a killer though," he said before carrying her. "W-What are you?" she asked. "I'm a Mafia boss, Lily...you're marrying a Mafia boss." Fvck, I'll be tied to a Mafia boss.

She said as she raised her hand "You remember that guy I told you was Bradley de Ossa? You know he's a Mafioso, right? He’s the boss!!" Now it was my turn to stare in shock and blink a few times at her words. Bradley is a mafia boss? Yes, I knew he was part of a gang and the possibility of the Mafia was already on my mind, but the boss? "Maya... You're not fooling around are you?" I asked quickly in panic. My friend let out a long sigh before shaking her head, informing me that what she said was true. I didn't eat the tuna sandwich that was in my hand because I didn't know what was going through my mind right now.

" I yelled, my words hanging in the air like a threat. Just then, I saw the Triplet Mafia men walking towards me, their black tuxedos exuding an aura of confidence and elegance. "What's going on?" I asked curiously. One of them spoke, his voice firm. "You have violated our code of conduct. You lied about your address and now you're acting dumb." I shrugged, feigning nonchalance. "Hey... Are you mad about just a simple lie? We lie all the time, don't we? After all, we are mafias!" I said, raising my hands in the air.

There was a tall man in black suit, he was armoured and by judging his appearance, I assumed he was a guard. “Where am I?” I asked him in a low voice. “You are at our Capo’s estate, Signora.” He answered. “Your Capo? Where am I exactly?” I asked him and pressed my details, his English was broken and he mentioned a boss. “Sorry, Signora, I am not allowed to give you more details. Signor Marcello is coming here. You can ask him.” He said and again stood like a stone statue. My heart was racing hundred miles per second. I was at a mafia’s place, they all are cruel and dangerous man. They’d not blink twice before killing me and on the basis of my personal experience, Vincent shows no mercy on hi

Unlike Andrei, he was dressed in a long red plaid shirt, with a white hoodie underneath and black jeans paired with white basketball-style sneakers. He wasn't a prince charming either, nor was he the king of sensitivity, but he was sensible and eloquent in being himself. She couldn't help but feel comfortable around him. She could have conversations with him even when she was sure he looked down on her, but he was kind then, and everything else didn't matter. She remembered the stereotype that mafia members always dressed formally, and if they were young, they looked like hip-hop enthusiasts or delinquent youth, but they didn't fit those descriptions at all. They probably fooled people with

Alftredo The deal had gone to hell. I slammed the door to my private study so hard the paintings on the wall rattled. That bastard from Naples had double-crossed us. Thirty million euros in product loss because some greedy snake decided to play both sides. Scarfaced had warned me, but I thought I could handle it. Now blood had been spilled, and I was left cleaning up another mess. I had always been a bad Mafia Boss if not for Scarfaced, my fathers empire would have fallen.