Falling For The Mafia Don Novels & Stories

" I asked, and I couldn't help the strange feeling, something was wrong somewhere. On hearing my tensed mood and the mention of my father, Festus stepped forward. "Prudence tell me. your father is dead!!!" she cried out, and I didn't know when the phone fell from my hand. . The rest of the day was gloomy for me, ever since the news of my father's death. He was shot. The life of a mafia don. It was inevitable now, that I had to return to Italy. Because Sergio was planning an ugly takeover.

Sofia Russo dashed into the elevator, running late for work, she also needed to give a reasonable explanation why she didn’t show up for work yesterday, but the guards were aware. But as soon as the doors closed, she found herself face-to-face with the notorious mafia don, Luca Greco. Her heart raced as he pulled her closer, his smoldering gaze sending shivers down her spine. Suddenly, he whispered in her ear, "Two minutes before the elevator stops. Enough time for a quickie." Sofia was taken aback, disgusted by his brazen proposition. She tried to push him away, but he was too powerful.

“Oh god, you’re falling for all three of them.” I shook my head violently, which didn’t help with my coughing spell. Finally, I managed to say no in the weakest voice possible. “Honey, they’re bad elements.” She shook her head sadly. “I sang at a party hosted by the head of a powerful mafia family last night, and they were there. They work for a Don called Bernardino. They’re his lapdogs, sweetheart. They do all his dirty bidding.”

“He had a slave before you, Kiara. Declan used her in every way possible. And when he grew tired of her, he sold her to the Italian Don for his business prosperity.” Kiara’s eyes widened as she stumbled a step backward in horror. Her hand flew to her mouth. “Sold her?” “Yes, Kiara. Thankfully, the Italian Don married that girl and gave her a happy life.” Her horror deepened. Italian Don. Mafia? Oh, was this some Hollywood movie or what? She was stuck. Stuck in the world of the Mafia. Dammit! Where I have gotten myself into! Now she truly understood how dangerous this man, Declan Sullivan, was.

‘Ahh there you are I’ve been waiting to see you’ He said and Luca looked at him puzzled but Lissa was panicked, ‘Please’ She placed her hand on his chest but he ploughed on, ‘I’m very disappointed in you young lady, you promised to keep up your appointments and you’ve missed three’ He stood with his hands folded over his chest shaking his head and tsking with annoyance Luca frowned his eyes dark ‘Is there something you want to share with me? The Consultant took a step back and looked from Lissa to Luca, ‘Oh my, you haven’t told him have you?’ Lissa wanted to run, away from the crowds, away from what was about to happen, the color drained from her face, ‘I haven’t, I didn’t’ She took a step

explained Jia. Remembering how the mafia Don flirted with his sister , his eyes narrowed as he asked, "What do you mean in exchange for Ashly?" "Alexander needs a Donna so he can start a family and remain a mafia don and he's decided that it's going to be Ashly ," replied Jones. "You can't just let the government hand Ashly over to that mafia like she's some..some pet," cried Ohm, "What kind of parents are you -" Before Ohm could finish his sentence, Jia slapped his across the face.

I feel myself grow cold, both from the cool touch of Don Federico's embrace but also the fury behind his words. The mafia men all fall quit. The man who demanded I strip for everyone's entertainment sinks low in his seat—he's no doubt wishing he could turn invisible or just completely disappear.

" Was he really threatening me with Luca? I lowered my eyes to the crimson glow above the emergency room door and spoke softly into the phone, my tone so gentle it would send chills down anyone's spine. "Marco, if you're really the mafia heir, then use your life to pay your debts. "Oh, and a friendly reminder. Black market organ harvesting doesn't use anesthesia. It's going to hurt." I hung up. The cold light from the phone screen reflected on my emotionless face. I took a deep breath and dialed that top-secret number. "Papa, I want to come home." There was a moment of silence on the other end, then came the reply. "Come home, figlia mia. It's time you returned."

He had just handed over the reins of the entire New York underworld to me and my daughter. Rafael looked up, his gaze sweeping over everyone present. "Don't be surprised." "From this day forward, my life is in service to them." "Any objections?" The mafia elders exchanged glances, then rose in unison, bowing deeply to me and the child. On the giant television on the wall, a breaking news report was playing: [Former Jenkins family Don, Vincent Jenkins, fell from the top of the Empire State Building this morning. Police have preliminarily ruled it a suicide.]

She ran hastily towards the kitchen, her long, thick brown hair bouncing against her back as she rushed off in excitement. Marcus was known for his charming look, and the most handsome son among the Mafia’s sons. A devastating combination of wealth, looks, and danger. Women were drawn to him like moths to a flame. Almost every other night, he was seen with a different woman, whisking them into luxury hotels or having drinks poured in dimly lit lounges that knew him too well.