Claimed By The Mafia Don Novels & Stories

A beautiful combination of chaos and beauty. But I'd intentionally hurt her because of my selfish pursuit to renounce what I had always known— what I didn't want to acknowledge or give a name to because I was Luca Moretti, Mafia Don of a Spanish Mafia Empire. I was ruthless, feared, I was black inside and I didn't do relationship. I use women for my own pleasure and toss them the moment I get fed up. I didn't do love. I was incapable of it. Ever since my father fell into a slump after the death of my mother. I'd vowed not to be like him, to have no weakness and certainly not one as a love interest but then she appeared into my life.

“Yes dear, it is that time of the year when the battle for territory leadership arises. We have to ensure that the security here is tight and you, especially my dear, are safe” “I want to leak out a secret to you and I will like it if you understand it and abide by whatever rule that would be given to you by the Don”. He said to me, I kept my ears wide and open just to get in every word that he would drop here for me. “The Don has never disclosed any woman to the mafia world because he has never been in love with anyone. I'm surprised by the way things turned out with you in the picture. He even showed you to the underworld and that still baffles me but I'm glad he has at least decided to lo

He asked me. “Yes.” I answered. “First promise me something.” He said. “What is it?” I asked. “Promise me you won’t take any drastic decision once you learn the truth.” He pleaded. “But..” “Just promise me.” He said more desperately. “Alright. I promise. Now tell me the truth.” I urged as I braced myself for the worst. “You’re right. I’m not just part of the mafia, I’m a Mafia Don.” ……………………………… Damian stared at her to see if she had any shocked expression or see if she would lash out at him but was surprised to see she still remained calm and collected like she had expected the news.

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.

He yells, and I start laughing hysterically. You obviously have no idea who the fuck I am, so allow me to introduce myself. I say just before delivering a powerful blow to his left face. "My name is Alessandro Gattani, Don of the American- Italian mafia and I'm shortly going to be the ruler of the Colombian Mafia". I tell him, and he gets a startled look in his eyes. Mr. Gattani, I'm sorry, I didn't know. He offers an apology as tears begin to form in his eyes.

I took one last glance at the clock and went inside the kitchen to join others in making the different types of cakes. “Rita, may I ask who is this Capo? Uncle don’t run on heels for a customer like this.” I asked one of the waitresses who came inside to fetch prepared orders. The girl’s face became white when she heard my question. “You don’t know him?” She asked me back in a whisper and I shook my head negatively. “He’s the most dangerous man of this city, Ella. Everyone fears him. He runs the De Niro mafia business and often involves in brutal killings for power and money.” She told me and my body hairs stood up.

“I didn’t order them to handle you like that. They acted on their own idiocy.” “Oh, well, that makes me feel so much better,” I snapped, sarcasm dripping from every word. He chuckled softly, the sound low and dangerous. “I’m sorry, Sienna. I just wanted to have you around me.” I blinked, my anger momentarily swallowed by confusion. “How did you…?” He smirked, leaning closer. “Know your name?" He chuckled softly."Funny. I’m a Mafia Don, Sienna. Every piece of information in this city passes through me. Nothing goes unnoticed under my watch.”

How many lies have he told me about my abduction? "What else does Massimo do? " I asked out of curiosity. Jorge chuckled before responding. "Massimo is a drug dealer, the top in the states. He's not just a dealer, he's a Mafia Don, " I gasped. Unbelievable? A don? "He succeeded my Grandpa Cantor. We are a family of the mafia. I am older than Massimo but he was crowned the don because Grandpa thought he was bolder, braver, and more heartless. I was seen and regarded as receptive and cool. A very bad quality of a don. They thought I wasn't good enough to handle rough business. Massimo is dangerous, stay away. "

“It's an... interesting quality.” I looked at my father with indignation and realized that he viewed Alessandro with embarrassment. “Excuse my daughter; she was not raised under the ways of the Mafia,” my father said, and I gasped in surprise. “But—” “Shut your mouth. Chiara, I won't allow you to say another foolish thing,” my father told me sternly. “You behave disrespectfully, and Alessandro D'Amato is a signore (sir) of the Mafia. I won't tolerate any more offenses; don't embarrass me anymore.”

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