Claimed By The Mafia Don Novels & Stories

he said, tossing his gun onto the ground. The man laughed, a harsh, ugly sound. "Nice try. You're no use to us. We're here for her. She's Janessa Collins, right?” “She's not,” he denied. “You can't fool us!” How did they know? Only a few people knew my true identity. I spoke to Xavier using the earpiece, "This guy must be involved with the mafia." "You're right. Don't worry; I'll get you out of here safe," he responded, his voice low and assuring.

TESSA His claim to me. I feared that I just made the worst decision of my life. And maybe it was. “I…I…you…ju…,” I stammered, my lips parting but the words refused to form. My mind went blank, crashing like glass under the weight of his revelation. He was the Mafia. Not just a murderer, not a man tangled in it by accident. He was the Mafia. Meaning that everything revolved round him. It made sense. How the police depicted him as a powerful man. How every news and article worshipped him. It was all clear now.

Krystal jaw dropped and after a few seconds, she closed her mouth. "oh, okay..I get now, you are claimed by a Mafia boss, Zach Westley, a hot Italian Mafia dude. I mean, everyone in the city knows him and fears him Madison” she replied and I rolled my eyes. " Are you supposed to be telling me that now? I'm getting more scared bae!“ I groaned as I poked her shoulders. She sighed and clicked her tongue. " You know what? Don't worry, he wouldn't hurt you, instead he'll forget you soon” she assured me, I can't agree to that yet.

"Looks like we only have that piece of garbage left." I stopped crying. Kingsley crossed his arms, his dominant aura mixing with a deep, cynical suspicion. "Though, who knows? That Mafia lunatic is a monster. He probably orchestrated that whole riot at the park. He hired the clown, set up the attack, and jumped in to play the hero just to force his way back into your life." A chill ran down my spine. Did Ellis plan the attack? Did he risk Oliver's life just to prove a point? It sounded exactly like the ruthless Don I married. The man who traded my bone marrow for a debt. The man who treated lives like chess pieces.

It was winter in the year 2000. A new café had opened in Palo, Sociles. The owner was a disfigured woman who was always wearing a half-veil, and she made very good coffee. No one knew that she was the all-powerful Donna of a mafia family. Another figure was the homeless man who would quietly sit at a corner outside the café every evening to watch her make coffee. No one knew that he was the once-renowned Don of the Lucas family. The man who had once ruled over everything had lost it all in the end.

He raised his glass and cheered towards me before finishing it off. "How dare she challenge the don like that." I heard a hiss a couple of seats over. "She must have a death wish." Another one said, "The don has killed people for less." I paled at their words, not believing what I heard. "The don?" I whispered a little too loud because I drew eyes from all over the table. Mr. Morelli cleared his throat, "Isabella, I'm not sure if you were introduced to Dante yet." He tried to salvage the situation, "Dante Romano is the Don of the Italian mafia."

“Connections? What are you saying?” I smiled, sharp and cruel. “I’m saying I run this city’s underworld. Every gun deal, every shipment, every life that changes hands in the shadows—I own it. I am not just a man anymore, priest. I am the Don. The biggest mafia king this country has ever known.” His fork clattered against the plate. His eyes widened, lips parting. Fear flashed across his face. For some reason, I hated it. Fear wasn’t enough. Fear wasn’t what I wanted.

Dad helped me sit down on the chair before standing in front of me once more, as if he were protecting me from Miss Lila. “Lila, look at what you’ve done! My son just had another panic attack because of you, and you still haven’t left! All of this happened because of Cassian. He tortured my son, and now you’ve shamelessly come here to tell us that your so-called dead son, Cassian, is alive!”

Rodriguez continued, giving a slight nod of acknowledgment to his second in command who was sitting next to him. Rodriguez could easily be described as the most powerful Mafia Don. Ruthless sounded like a word meant for child’s play when it came to describing how he could get. Everyone that offended him, never lived a day to tell the story and full grown men quavered in his presence. His reputation as the most dangerous man to ever cross paths with, preceded him wherever he went. He spared no one that dared to do wrong by him any mercy and till this day not a single soul lived as an exception to that rule.

Lorenzo asked. The three of our mafia are allies, so we help each other in times of need. "I met her beating one of my club's managers," I said. "Then what happened? She is feisty, so I am sure something happened when you walked in," James said. "Of course, she threw daggers at us to distract us from catching her. She knew I was the Italian Mafia don immediately she saw me," I said. "She knew since it seemed to be part of a certain mafia," Lorenzo said.