Claimed By The Mafia Don Novels & Stories

I yelled in rage, and he stopped. “Do you remember when you came into Italy for the first time as Don? I told you one thing—the mafia is a dirty game where everyone does what they can to survive. I did what I could to survive, and I will do it again and again,” he answered. “She raped me... you daughter-fucking...” I started, and he burst out laughing, looking at me like I was insane. “Rape? Are you listening to yourself? Do you think you’re making any sense?” he asked me, and I glared at him.

I was practically smiling into nothing, he must have noticed because he furrowed his brow. “What's funny ?.” I wavedy hands in a dismissive way, “oh don't worry it's nothing serious.” He shook his head, “ No I want to know what's making you smile like you've won a lottery.” That statement made my smile to grow more, “ You know I kind of thought that, Mafia Don’s always looked scary and all that.” He breathed out a laugh like what I said was amusing, “ Why do you think ?” “No it's just, People out there said you eat human flesh and you could burn someone alive while laughing like it's a game to you.”

They already know what he is capable of. “I tried to run,” I admit, my hands tightening in my lap. “But his men got me and brought me to him. That’s when they kidnapped me and brought me back to his mansion.” The word kidnapped feels strange here, like it belongs in a police report rather than a conversation with another Don, but I say it anyway. “That’s when he told me he was part of the Mafia,” I continue, my voice wavering slightly despite my effort to stay composed. “And that he was the Don.”

“Don Diego has been in the mafia all his life. It doesn’t take chocolates and candies to become the mafia Don of a family as huge as the Gonzalez family.” He leaned back into his seat and placed a hand on his steering wheel. “We’ve got more enemies than friends. He’s got enemies that used to hate his dad but now hate him, and he doesn’t even know what disagreement happened between them. “But every single time we’re attacked, he doesn’t shy away from the battlefield, he leads it. Every scar on his body, he earned it. They are the prices for every battle he has won.”

“This is Marko Bogdan. I want you to spend time with him. It will be good for you.” I understood the language of that request. In every mafia family “get to know” never meant casual friendship. It meant consideration, evaluation, the opening move of an arrangement I had no interest in entertaining. Marko had offered a polite smile and a few measured words about shared acquaintances with Renzo yet nothing about him stirred even mild curiosity. My mind had already been full of the man currently driving me home, the same man whose voice had just proven that he has someone far more important than a temporary assignment waiting at home. The contradiction left me raw.

All his life he'd worked hard for it and now he had a stable stand as the don of one of the world's most famous Russian Mafia. Gianna Moira Donovan is unlucky when it comes to love. She vows to never throw herself into the said pond of heartbreak after severe fallout with her childhood sweetheart. But a clash between a Mafia don and a Donovan in unfavorable conditions spirals despise and loss of hope to something else. Something agreeable? Something horrible?

'' (kitten) I was still recovering from his revelations and here he is, threatening my life as if I was a little mouse inside the lion's den who'll try to escape. ‘’What did you just call me?!’’ I realize that he just threw another insult but the door in his room already slammed shut. ‘’Ugh!’’ I rubbed my face roughly with my hands, wondering what hell fate is planning for me now. I still believe that someone is watching over me, Mom would be so disappointed in me for having my life tangled with these mafia families. First the Russians and now the Italians. This was nothing new to me, I was just shocked to know that he was the Don. I thought the Don of the Italian mafia was Santino. This doe

No one else would dare. I had escaped my father but I just basically went from frying pan to fire. Hakan was Scorpion, there was no doubt about it. I was in the arms of the deadliest and most feared mafia boss in the whole country and maybe further than that.

“Sell it? I thought you said it belonged to the donor.” She leaned back in her chair, her face tense. “That’s the thing. This isn’t just any cross, Clara. It’s… unique.” “What do you mean?” Lucaa hesitated, as if deciding whether to tell me the truth. Finally, she sighed. “There’s a tradition among certain mafia families. The cross represents loyalty, faith, and… power. I’m almost certain this belonged to someone connected to them or worse… one of them.” I stared at the cross, my stomach twisting. “Are you saying the donor could be… mafia?”

They were worlds apart. I hesitated but nodded. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Felix eyeing Daniel, a silent warning. Whether Daniel noticed it or not, he didn't show it. He leaned in, his platinum blonde hair falling across his face. For a moment, I found myself captivated by his beauty, almost forgetting I was speaking to a man. But his next words snapped me back to reality. “Alexander is a mafia don. A very dangerous one who kills without remorse. Drug trafficking, money laundering, murder, assassinations, arms smuggling, bribery, corruption—anything evil you can think of, you can link it to him. Alexander is a devil from hell, I tell you!”