Dixie Mafia Tattoos Novels & Stories

“Don’t make me repeat myself twice, part those legs for me, Bunny.” His deep voice which always sends my brain reeling due to how silky it sounds, washed over me slowly as he murmured quietly against my throat. I tried to point out to him that there was no way I’d be able to do as told with his legs still pinning mine down, but the words died down in my throat when he sucked the skin over my beating pulse into his mouth. “Go on. You want to be good for me, don’t you?” “I— I do.” I choked out, letting out a breathy whimper when he wrapped his free hand around my throat and squeezed on it a little. ——— Forced to marry the ruthless mafia lord, whom everyone was afraid of at the age of eighteen, Sofia had no other choice but to follow her father’s wishes like a dutiful daughter was supposed to. While Luca Ricci only took a wife, because he wasn’t getting any younger at the age of thirty-three. She was the angel to his demons, the light to his darkness, the innocence to his sins… He wanted to protect her, since the moment he locked eyes with hers on their wedding day and saw the amount of fright brewing in it. He wanted to make her good for him, to mark her as his; with his handprints on her ass and his cum dripping off her face. To own her completely, to wrap his hand around her throat and do so many sinful things to her body. But he was the mafia lord, and danger just seems to be lurking around him, wherever he goes, and in whatever he does. He must protect his wife at all costs.

To save her father's life or watch him die? She was given two choices which she must choose from. To save her father's life, she would have to be a pet to the Mafia boss. Having no other choice, Loretta agreed to sacrifice her future for months to be with the man who is known as the devil in human form. Her decision welded up bringing a new journey to her life. A journey of unpleasantries, a journey of sorrow, and wanting to live. Amid her chaos, would flowers bloom again? Would the hate for the Mafia boss finally change into love even though it is forbidden? So many choices to make.

"No one will ever be able to murder me; they would never dare." Galante, Carmine. I'm quite aware that I'm not a good man. People were terrified and respected when they heard my name, "Lord" Rolly Exruto Guevara. All in the sake of power, I committed dreadful, brutal, heartless, remorseless, violent things. I was the Capo of The Family, an American Italian crime gang. It's the mafia. Many females want to be at the bottom of my ruthless Mafia, but a man must look for his wife, not a woman who looks for her husband. I want to marry a lady or perhaps have children with a woman. It's what the males in my environment did to get more power and become more powerful. The fruits of my power shall inherit the power. That was my first encounter with Lara Sylvio, Clover's lovely and voluptuous secretary. She is going to be mine. I have her. l id never had such strong feelings for anybody or anything as I had for Lara. Her skin and lips made me feel as though there was something missing in this world, and she filled it in. I wanted Lara to the bone, and I'd make her mine for the rest of my life, not just for one night. A mafia is always a Mafia.

The streets were his home, a cardboard box was the only roof he had over his head, an old jacket he found in the trash was his only blanket and for his meals. He stole and made sure that he was the first to get to one of the restaurants' trash every night to make sure that he had something to eat. His life changed when he stole from a mafia boss, whom everyone was scared of, he was known for being ruthless and killed without mercy especially those who betrayed and stole from him. He was a Russian man with a thick accent and a very powerful aura, that made many shivers at his presence without him having said a word. But when he met him, he gave him a job instead of killing him like everyone thought he would, his job was to be his right-hand man. He was the one who did all the killings and dealing with his rivals. He gave him the name White tiger, one that was born once in every generation, he gave him this name because he said that he had the courage, was smart and cunning. The man was very handsome, tall with broad shoulders and he looked very big for his age. His eyes though were distant, cold, and deadly. One could not look at them longer than a second. His name was Antonio Rodrigues, The White Tiger.

Chelsea is caught in a web when she is captured by Dylan Cross, the most notorious mafia don of Miami's underworld. But on the surface, he is the sweetheart of the city and a highly generous philanthropist. She tries to escape but all her efforts prove futile. Over time, she accepts her fate and decides to plot carefully on her next escape plan. She also plans to gain his trust and swindle him in the end before escaping. However, she begins to see a side of Dylan that is both endearing and lovable. She is torn in her feelings but she still clings to her plan. Over time, events spiral out of control and put her in an ultimate dilemma. What will she do? Will she fall in love with this devilish mafia don? Or will she go through with her plan to escape?

Irish was forced to marry the ruthless mafia boss, Basil Zafeiriou, and as part of the deal, her parents chose the money over her to save their business. She despises him so much that it freaks her out every time she learns something new about him. Her life was once normal as a party goer, until she entered his world...

Cattleya Sullivan, a billionaire heiress, has everything money can buy but craves what it can't—Revenge. Her plan is to seduce the devilish mafia lord, and her prize is to break his heart! But not until one passionate, sinful night unfolds between her and Jaxon Moretti, whose very name sends shivers down the city's spine. But as the reality of her dangerous game dawns on her, she realizes that the price of playing with fire may be more than she's willing to pay—It may be her very life. "YOU CAN RUN, BUT YOU CAN’T HIDE FROM ME, CATTLEYA SULLIVAN!" Jaxon Moretti growled.

You can't escape me Desmond! I am coming for you! Morgan Teddison Donahue, a seven-year-old boy watched as his uncle murdered his family and do away with his family properties. He managed to escape from being killed by his uncle but unfortunately, his dad's most trusted men shot him instead of helping him escape. But before he died he promise to get back at them. Years later, the boy now a handsome young man came back to get his revenge but he have to get his uncle's trust first and to know how the mafia works before he could strike. He pretended to be someone else thereby working for his uncle and using another person to impose as himself. Unknown to his uncle Desmond the person he was chasing after and doing everything he could to kill wasn't the true Donahue but rather one of the men working for him. What happened when the truth was revealed and his uncle find out that the man he was after isn't his nephew but a stranger? Was his uncle able to know that his nephew is one of the men working for him? Did he succeed in getting his revenge and family properties back?

"How about you get yourself involve with that?" He asked, pointing towards the big truck coming from a distance. She widened her eyes in horror. She couldn't believe what she just heard or, maybe she misunderstood him?- She thought. "W... Wh... What did you just say?" She asked again in a shaking voice. Tears welled up in her eyes. "What I'm trying to say is, get yourself hit by that fucking truck! Get into a coma for so many months without waking up! Whatever you choose to do after getting hit by that truck, do the fucking damn thing and don't ever appear before me again!" He bursted angrily. "Yo... You want me to die just because you don't want me as your wife?" Tears begin to flow down her cheeks. She felt betrayed. She thought, he liked her considering how he has been treating her for the past few months of being together. She thought, everything was genuine between them not until, she overheard his discussion with his friends on their- WEDDING DAY!! "He was only using her for his own benefit." Those were the words she heard him say. She was devastated, she couldn't believe she was used by the man she is deeply in love with for almost a year. Despite claiming her as his in their fake marriage, yet, she wasn't given the love, respect and care she craves from her husband. Kenneth later realizes his mistakes but it seems to be too late for him. Only one thing in Alice's mind; SHE CAN'T TRUST HIM! ********** After being trained to become a female Mafia, Alice Anderson was suddenly considered to be an ideal wife to her boss's son, Kenneth Domanco? A dangerous Mafia leader whose eyes glint with wickedness, the air around him reeks of danger.

Addy Walker once believed love was supposed to be loud—felt in bedtime stories, laughter in the kitchen, and the warmth of arms that made the world feel safe. That’s how it was before her mother died. Before her father changed. Grief hollowed him out. The man who once teased and protected became a shell—quiet, cold, unreachable. Then came the bottles. The slammed doors. The bruises. Addy, now eighteen, has learned to survive in silence—walking lightly, speaking carefully, hiding her pain beneath long sleeves and polite smiles. She works long hours to keep food on the table while her father sinks deeper into debt and addiction. One night, she comes home to a dark, freezing house—again. The electricity is off. Again. And she knows why. She confronts him, her voice sharper than it’s ever been. He denies it at first, but the truth is already spread across the kitchen counter in final notice bills and losing betting slips. He’d gambled away the electric bill money on a horse. The argument erupts. He screams, she stands her ground. When he slaps her, she doesn’t flinch. Something inside her shifts. She’s done waiting for the man he used to be. Addy packs a bag. She’s leaving—for real this time. No plan. No destination. Just freedom. But as she storms out into the rain, a long, black car pulls up to the curb. A man steps out—tall, broad-shouldered, older. His face is hard, almost frightening in the shadows, but he’s striking. Dangerous. And calm.