Novel & Cerita Claimed By The Mafia Don

"Señorita, are you all right?" "I'm not. Donna, please the cops. Call Adam!" "If Luke and the rest would get caught, Martin would also be investigated. So far, only a few know that he's a mafia leader. That he is no other than the notorious mafia boss of the Scarface Gang in Italy. Señorita, do you want that to happen?" Donna intuitively asked a question I couldn't get to find the right answer. I just shook my head in my response. "Let's go to your room. You need to rest!"

That was what I was. And Enzo kissed the hypocrite softly and passionately, like broken glass he needed to fix. I had a dead ex-husband, a sick son. Of course, I was broken glass. But he was Enzo Moretti, mafia gang leader, owner of a dynasty, and the top boss of the biggest drug cartel in New York. And I was staining his record. He had some political interests to meet and I was dragging him into mud by being with him. Enzo’s lips brushed mine as we took a breather, not full but not starving anymore. At that moment, with Enzo rubbing my skin and staring at me with love, I imagined this being the last time I got to hold him.

he said, his tone shifting to something darker, more triumphant, “I have a special announcement. One I think you’ll all find... interesting.” The silence that followed was suffocating, every second stretching unbearably. Then, his next words hit me like a sledgehammer. “Pedro Nevarro is dead.” My breath caught, and the world seemed to tilt beneath my feet. “No,” I whispered, shaking my head as the weight of his declaration sank in. Luca’s voice came again, colder now, filled with a sick sense of triumph. “And I,” he said, drawing out each word with cruel precision, “am the new Don of the Nevarro mafia gang.”

Monica's voice brought me out of my disturbing thoughts. "I know as much as the fact that the moment he gets fed up with you, he'll come back to me. I will still be here. I have been here long before you, Kimberly. And I'll be here even after." I wanted to scream, to throw her out, instead I faced her. "Wait till he gets fed up then." I retorted She leaned closer, her smirk returning. "You’re his Donna? His wife?" she mimicked. "Tell me, dear Donna. Do you even know where his office is? The companies he owns? How the Mafia operates? Or are you just a pretty little placeholder until he gets bored?"

" 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.

he assured. I nodded, though I felt my gut twist “Do your best, officer. You have to do your best ecause if you don’t… I will.” He looked at me strangely, maybe sensing something else in my words, but I didn’t care. He could think whatever he wanted to think. I wasn’t just some desperate husband looking for his wife. I was a man with power, a hidden gang. A Don. A ruler and I knew how to use my power if the need arises.

I arch my back, pressing myself against him as he pulls away, gasping for air. “I am the mafia,” he declares, his eyes blazing with intensity. “And I will protect you with everything I have. But you see, not because you are the woman I fuck, or dream about naked, but because I am the Don. Every single person who works for me will be protected to hell, heavens, and back. Not because I can but because I need them. You - I need you. You beat my cousin at your little hacking game, and no matter what you may say or believe, I’m not doing any charity here. If you beat my brightest, you are the brightest. And I want the fucking brightest.”

She had done her best to stay away from all the publicity surrounding Belinda, unlike many of the students who happily gave interviews to the press Tash kept her head down and hid herself away whenever she saw the Reporters. Nic and Lucian were the sons of Mafia Dons, originally from Sicily, who had settled in the USA and made millions. The current head of the American Mafia was Romero Galifray, the Son of one the most powerful Dons in the world. He was their Cousins, most of the Mafia Dons were related in some way or another and they were no different their fathers were brothers. Romero's father had been killed when he was a small boy and his Uncle had taken the reins until he became an adu

“You don’t want the answer.” “Don’t tell me what I want.” I poured her a glass of water and set it on the desk between us. “The Mafia isn’t a charity, Lucia. It’s a war zone dressed up in Italian suits. Women die here just like men do. Sometimes faster.” “So they were all just… collateral?” I looked her dead in the eye. “Yes.” Her lips parted, disbelief written all over her face.

What a poor way treatment. ‘Come on, Ronin, this was not how I was expecting to be treated by a mafia don. Manipulative Don, was not my ideal!’ I scoffed. Then i took a careful step towards him. “I have heard that mafia dons are obsessed with having mistresses.” I chined up, levelling my gaze up to steal a look with him. “But don’t you think that’s too low for you. I mean making your own son’s ex-girlfriend, your mistress! Imagine how bad you’ll have an impression on the world.” I clicked my tongue, smiling at him, I crossed my arms on my chest.