Falling For The Mafia Don Novels & Stories

I walked to his office, but as I reached the door, I heard his voice from inside. It wasn't his usual cold, hard tone. It was soft, so sweet it made my skin crawl. “Baby, I miss you,” he was saying to someone on the phone. “Come see me at the office later, okay?” “I might have to work late tomorrow. The Don’s making an appearance to check on things… I have to be ready.” Marco’s voice was laced with respect, almost fear. Don Alessandro. The head of the entire Falcone family. A man who was rumored to be ruthless.

I held his long wavy hair and began thrusting in his mouth, his teeth sank into the tip of my dick and a sweet-painful sensation ran over my body, making me vibrate non-stop, I moaned loudly, screaming his name shamelessly. Suddenly he stopped, he sat up and drop my legs back carefully on the bed, my legs were spread apart and my dick stood facing him, begging for a release. I gasped and arched my back forward, begging with my eyes for him to take me in, his face darkened and he didn't budge. "Please...I need release...ahh..come one.." I urged the mafia don but he merely glanced at me then lowered his body so his lips is directly on my ears.

Most men make their way out of the building as Don Marino was nicknamed "The Don of Dons", the man became ruthless after his wife and daughter died. He walks up to Emily and kisses her on both cheeks. " Mia," he says lovingly. He eyes Giovanni up and down, the latter lost for words. "As many of you know, my late wife and daughter were killed due to this man's actions. He has held my Mia captive since she was 17 years old. She has now decided to take over the Marino family business! My Mia! The new Don!" He exclaims. August stands there, astounded. Was this Emily's plan? It didn't make sense at all. She just outed herself as the granddaughter of the most powerful mafia Don in Sicily. How woul

He picked it up after the first ring. "My beautiful girl, I trust you have good news for me, yes?" Don Casillas's raspy voice said through the phone, and I felt bile rise in my throat. I reminded myself several times why I was doing what I was about to do. Don Casillas was the leader of the most powerful mafia in all America. What I was about to do might as well be a death sentence. I curse myself for being so stupid to take on this job, but I curse myself even more for taking it for a boy I knew I never loved a long time ago.

“Wow. That was interesting. You told Caterina off. I am impressed. Lavinia said. “I just corrected her perspective,” I replied. “And you changed ours also,” Chiara said. I raised my eyebrows at her. “We thought you were like…” she trailed off, not knowing what to say next. “The mafia's,” I completed for her. “Everyone is scared of your boyfriend and we just don't want to make you angry.” A laugh escaped my lips. “Boyfriend?” I asked. “Yes. Everyone knows Don came back with his girlfriend.” “Wow. Words spread fast here,” I said and they nodded.

A thought appeared to me and I dropped to my knees, crawling my way through the bed stand. From a reflection, I saw that the two had gone back to their irritable affection. I reached the bed stand and held the wood for support before turning, holding it still. I opened the large cabinet and seeing that they were still engaged, I intentionally let the contents fall to the ground causing them to panic. "What are you doing Nora?" The nurse screamed out. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to." I fell to my knees, picking up the bottles on the floor. "Just bring the medicine," Landon spoke out, not wanting the plan to fail. "The one in a silver covering."

she said evenly. That earned her a low, amused chuckle. “You’re not what I expected from a maid.” “And you’re not what I expected from a mafia boss.” He stepped closer, slow and deliberate, until there were only a few inches between them. The faint scent of whiskey and smoke curled around her. His voice dropped. “You say ‘mafia’ like it’s a bad word.” “I say it like it’s a dangerous one.” For a moment, the air between them was charged, his gaze dipping briefly to her mouth before meeting her eyes again. Then, just as quickly, he stepped back, the moment broken.

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.”

Luca followed the Italian Don’s gaze, his heart sinking as he saw the doctor and Rosa walking together, their hands firmly clasped. Sensing the mounting stress radiating from Luciano’s body, Luca—who was following his every step—quickly closed the gap. He moved in close to the Don’s shoulder, a silent shadow ready to intervene before the Mafia King did something out of character in the eyes of the public.

He was the don’s son. And me? I was just Ariella Costa. My father was just a mere soldier in the Romano family. And we know how marriage works in mafia families. Unions are planned to create alliances. He’s the heir, and everyone assumes he’ll marry the daughter of another powerful family, probably from another city. No one would ever think he’d choose me. Ever! In fact, they warned me about my Little crush because they knew what men are like. Especially teenagers—how they are with women, fucking their way through everything.