Falling For The Mafia Don Novels & Stories

“He is too soft for a position like that! He lost his wife and went into ghost mode for years! He will fail the entire family if he takes that position” I nodded my head in agreement, and he stood up angrily. I couldn't help but carefully look at the tailored satin suit he wore which obviously cost an arm and a leg. The Don is the youngest and hottest among all the other mafia’s. Well I mean Maverick is a bit hotter than him, but Micheal has style, he is so much into fashion, and he is a crazy-ass psychopath! I love that about him. I am not gay, but I could turn one for him.

“Mafia princesses don’t just stroll into another mafia boss’ territory as if nothing.” “You’re saying he’s like us and wants to marry outside the mafia.” “Obviously.” “Well, fuck then.” Brando shrugs. “Maybe you can make a deal with your girlfriend. She might let you marry a mafia princess—” “I don’t have a girlfriend! Why are we even talking about this?” “Because who you fall in love with or don’t fall in love with matters,” Alessandro says. A knock sounds on the door, and I’m grateful for the interruption.

I stared at the unsteady fire and replied calmly, “If he doesn’t come back, then I’ll keep waiting. He promised he would spend my birthday with me every year. I’m going to wait for him.” I refused to believe he would forget my birthday. Mark Carillo was the youngest Mafia Don in Sicily. When he gave his word, he kept it. He had never broken a promise. He had taken a family that was on the brink of collapse and turned it into a force that now controlled half the Mediterranean underground scene, all because he always honored his word. By three in the morning, the manor was still silent. He wasn’t coming back, and everyone understood that. The living room was filled with bodyguards in tailored

What was all these? He gets up and my eyes lock on him. I’m too scared to take them off. It’s like he would behead me once I look away. Like a predator hunting for its prey. His agile movement comes towards me. One step after another pristine step. Ethan lets go of me as his father approaches us. Ethan’s father is a fucking mafia don. Jesus Christ. I guessed he wasn’t a lawful citizen but this is too much. The freaking mafia. HELL NO I didn’t sign up for this!!

The same man who had been dragged, or rather, should have been dragged, into questioning for the brutal mafia murder back in Northvale. Except he hadn’t been questioned. After I handed over my carefully pieced-together findings to Lieutenant Barnes, the team had scrambled, warrants were signed, and task forces were mobilized. But it was too late. The perp had vanished like smoke, already slipped out of the country before the ink had dried on the paperwork. That case had been my Hail Mary. Months of coffee-fueled all-nighters, chasing leads until my feet gave out, and putting my entire career on the line with nothing but a gut feeling and shaky video stills to guide me.

Again, I remembered the words of my father before his death which has somehow kept me from taking my revenge sooner. “As soon as you get deeper into the mafia world, you will learn to know every Don is bound to have enemies no matter how much you play the good man. But always remember, no one’s offense is greater than that we commit against God.” Sometimes, I wanted to look past their sins and live on. Most times, I wanted to go on with my quest. After all, we believe there’s always a call to repentance. Renzetti looked at me with a look that spoke of seriousness. “Do whatever you wish to do, and get this man to me. Alive.”

it pains me that, I left my newlywed wife at home to deal with this bastard, and he still wouldn’t speak the truth. “you didn’t ask him if he had any evidence, maybe we should listen to him, and probably do some investigations to clear our doubts” Damien says as we get inside the elevator which takes us to the last floor, where our offices are situated as the highest ranking members of the Martello mafia.

Her blouse was open, St Just noted in interest but his gaze stilled as he felt the Mafia Don’s cold eyes on him, watchful, wrathful. With a murmured greeting, Proserpina sashayed out, her full hips swaying, large breasts bouncing invitingly with each step. She was like a Siren, attracting men like bees to honey, thought O’Grady, unable to tear his eyes off the departing vision. Any full-blooded man would stare, he thought in fascination. The Mafia Don’s growl brought him back to earth. “So, when are you going to make a f*cking honest woman of the young girl you are sleeping with, the both of you?’ he rasped in his inimitable blunt way.

We just sat there, in her living room, staring into space. “Huracio is Mafia? You mean he is Mafia and you didn’t tell me?” Emilia gasp, breaking the silence. Are you kidding me? My jaws dropped, and I blinked at her in shock, not knowing what to say. Of all that I said, that was all she grasped?

Ever since marrying my mom, my stepfather had been very protective of us, like today—insisting I be driven to school even if I was in a hurry. Being cared for like this wasn't so bad, I thought. Except for one person… That young face came to my mind again. A handsome yet intense face, with sharp features, dark eyes, and lips always set in a tight line. His gaze made me feel cold and breathless. That face belonged to Marco, my stepbrother—my stepfather’s successor, the next mafia boss. When I first arrived in New York with my mom a year ago, she told me my stepfather was easy to get along with. She didn’t know much about her stepson Marco, only that he was reliable and would protect us.