Falling For The Mafia Don Novels & Stories

I said nothing. She stared at me, waiting for a reaction. I gave her none. Not because I didn't care. Because I already knew. She lowered her hand slightly. "The Russian Mafia," she added. Still, I didn't react. Her expression changed. "You don't look surprised." "The Russian Mafia is always blamed for a lot of bad things." Her brows pulled together. "What?" I watched her carefully. "How sure are you?" She immediately answered. "Very sure." Too quickly. But her eyes betrayed her.

Ashford POV I could hear the whispers around me, soft and curious. The immigration officers murmured about my marriage, about him—the man who supposedly adored me. They couldn’t understand why I would walk away from someone who loved me so fiercely. I tugged at the corner of my lips, letting a hint of mockery curl there. Back in college, everyone envied the way Dominic Conti loved me. Back then, I was the golden girl of my school’s shooting team. And Dominic Conti was the future heir of a powerful mafia family.

Don hissed loudly causing her to suck in a breath as the rest of her words to die in her mouth. "Look what you made do?." Don tsked in his accented voice that had soon become Breanna's Kryptonite, strutting to her with a pistol in hand. To think that she used to find the Italian accent attractive. W*****d and romance novels lied to her about Mafia and gangs. There was absolutely nothing romantic about them, they were simply brutal evil people. Nothing more. "Do you know what you have done?," He raised his voice, leaning in. "Five years of pushing your boyfriend to this position of being so desperate."

he said, his tone shifting to something darker, more triumphant, “I have a special announcement. One I think you’ll all find... interesting.” The silence that followed was suffocating, every second stretching unbearably. Then, his next words hit me like a sledgehammer. “Pedro Nevarro is dead.” My breath caught, and the world seemed to tilt beneath my feet. “No,” I whispered, shaking my head as the weight of his declaration sank in. Luca’s voice came again, colder now, filled with a sick sense of triumph. “And I,” he said, drawing out each word with cruel precision, “am the new Don of the Nevarro mafia gang.”

I slammed the door in his face as I left the car, knowing that I didn't want his venomous words to poison my mood. At Starbucks, I took my time before I entered, praying that it was no-one else but Mia. For the umpteenth time as I left the Giovanni estate, I hoped that she came alone, that she hadn't been followed. She was alone. She sat in a corner, the same sunshades she had worn that morning concealing her eyes, and the scarf completely writing off the fact that she was the old woman who controlled and supervised activities in the kitchen of one of the most notorious Mafia lords in Cleveland.

Beads of tears continued to fall from her eyes, and she trembled while trying her best not to draw their attention while crying, so she refused to sob aloud. Helen prayed deep down that Steven would forget about her presence since she knew he was the most lethal mafia Don and from what she had heard in the news about how he kills for pleasure. He was a bloodthirsty mafia, Don. The cold she had previously felt had been replaced by heat. She was terrified for her life, but she kept her cool and prayed that all would work out well for her. Helen felt trapped on the ground because the more she attempted to get up, the more her leg made it impossible for her to move.

Rain was much more than that…not him though, probably to some random fucker somewhere. “How long are you planning on standing there?” Her eyes met his and there was that vibration again. Almost like his blood had stopped circulating or his heart had stopped beating. Nothing ever prepared him to look into those eyes but he did anyways, because he was a Don and no woman or man would have such effect on him. He was sure it would wear off, once he did what he had in mind and washed off that innocence from her stupid eyes. He would break the bitch. Just like the mafia broke him.

“H-Hey, Dom. Are you coming down?” Charles and Wynter had to explain the situation to Narae and Anurak but not everything. They still haven't said anything about their mafia, all their friends know is that Angelo was involved in an accident and forgot a few things, including about him and his real mother. Narae approached him and gave him a hug. “It’s okay, Dom. He will remember you soon. They say, what the mind forgets, the heart remembers. I know you two have feelings for each other, so just trust him. He will remember you. ”

"Don Fredo is a fool." "I couldn't agree more," I said, my voice filled with disgust. "He is a fool leading some groups of mafia thugs. Well, that aside, I've already informed the boys to meet us at the location," I added, with my eyes fixed on the road ahead. Nicholas nodded, his face set in determination as he glanced briefly at his wristwatch. We had a mission to complete, and we were running out of time. The silence between Nicholas and me was obvious as I fixed my eyes on the road and continued driving to the scene. We drive for few minutes and finally arrived at our destination. I stopped the car in a hidden space where we would not be seen and turned to Nicholas.

The man who was the main reason why Marco was out in the streets tonight. Marco Marchetti has worked as the right hand man for Zeno Silvestri for years, popular businessman to all who knew him on the television screen, and Mafia King in the underworld. Zeno was young, just about to hit thirty. And young hot blood would sometimes need the feel of the hot blood of the opposite sex. That was Marco's reason for being out tonight. He needed to find a perfect willing woman to please his friend and boss. He could easily place a call, and a willing woman would be ready in the next second, but something about the night made him want to explore.