Falling For The Mafia Don Romane & Geschichten

Even after knowing I let myself surrender to his mercy. If any way by accumulating some strength had I confronted Megan with truth, she would definitely have understood me. However, I was too dumb and weak to fall for him options than facing the tough life. I chose a short cut. That short cut which was going to ruin me. "Nope! I won't let myself lose like that. I can't let myself fall to his feet. Stella, don't forget who you are. And whose blood rushes in your veins! No matter how much you dislike your father's profession, you still are 'a mafia's daughter' and you can fight him!

All his life he'd worked hard for it and now he had a stable stand as the don of one of the world's most famous Russian Mafia. Gianna Moira Donovan is unlucky when it comes to love. She vows to never throw herself into the said pond of heartbreak after severe fallout with her childhood sweetheart. But a clash between a Mafia don and a Donovan in unfavorable conditions spirals despise and loss of hope to something else. Something agreeable? Something horrible?

They were worlds apart. I hesitated but nodded. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Felix eyeing Daniel, a silent warning. Whether Daniel noticed it or not, he didn't show it. He leaned in, his platinum blonde hair falling across his face. For a moment, I found myself captivated by his beauty, almost forgetting I was speaking to a man. But his next words snapped me back to reality. “Alexander is a mafia don. A very dangerous one who kills without remorse. Drug trafficking, money laundering, murder, assassinations, arms smuggling, bribery, corruption—anything evil you can think of, you can link it to him. Alexander is a devil from hell, I tell you!”

‘Ever the dramatic,’ Tony thought sarcastically. He reached for the silver spoon and knife— Then deliberately dropping the knife. TING The sound echoed like a gunshot in a quiet cathedral. Then, to Tony’s surprised and everyone else in the room— The Don smiled. Then total silence. Maria clutched her dress. Franco shifted nervously. “And who is the real mafia here?” the Don said in his thick, gravelly Italian accent. Like the kind that you only heard in villainous films. Tony shrugged. “You taught me not to bow to anyone, old man.” he said coolly, he was now slowly reaching for a bottle of wine

I tried to stand up but the bitch kicked me off. Oh, Regina. Why do you behave like a man? So tough. "The last time I checked, you're not a part of this mafia group." I chuckled, nodding my head. "Guess he didn't tell you about me. I'm Don DeMarco's sex slave and my job is to satisfy him sexually. When you stormed in earlier like the ill-mannered cat you are, the Don and I were in the middle of something. He can't do without fucking me because I'm sweet in the middle, kitten."

He is supposed to catch me, but he let me fall on my ass on the ground. “You are being childish. I do not have time for your games. We have to get the hell out of here. Those guys can be back any time. My men are around. We have been waiting for them. But I did not expect them to shoot at me. We were supposed to have talks here tonight, but they let me into a trap,” Don says. “Hey, you were supposed to catch me. Listen, I don’t know what is going on in your crazy head, but the Italian Mafia does not exist. Besides, I’m not staying here anymore. And who are they that you are talking about?” I ask.

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.

Her father stood in the center of the room, on the tan-colored carpet, feet planted firmly apart,, looking massive and frightening. His shirt was open to his waist, exposing his heavy muscled hirsute chest and he was breathing hard. Although Piers and James Schwartz were also present, she took one look at their faces, appealing silently to them but knowing that they were helpless. The Don’s head was lowered, narrowed grey-blue eyes on them and then before Philippe could utter a word, the Mafia Don had stepped forward and sent him flying across the room, with a punch so hard, Ria thought she could hear the bones cracking.

Seeing it was Viola, she smiled a bit, “I was sold to master Sword, the right hand man of master Don, by my family, my step-family actually after my father died.” “Sorry, where’s this place?.” Viola asked her again, she was being careful not to hurt her, “This is the SERPENT GANG, a mafia cassanova family led by Don with Sword as his right hand man, they are all brutal but Don is the most brutal of them all, you’ll understand soon, I just pray he let you go, at least to be a maid.” Viola smile sadly hearing her words, “I don’t think he’ll ever let me go, he said it when he killed my parents, he’ll make me feel immense pain and torture, that were his words.”

I stammered, the weight of his fingers on my chin intensifying as anger flared in his eyes. "Rebecca, I can tell when you're lying. And I fucking despise being lied to. It'll be in your best interest to tell me the truth. Explain what happened last night." Artemy's anger emanated from him like an ominous aura, his entire body tensed and his icy gaze pierced through me, revealing his true nature as the heartless mafia boss he was. "I swear, it was just a nightmare," I pleaded, knowing that sharing the complete truth would only make him see me as the daughter of his archenemy rather than a victim.