Falling For The Mafia Don Novels & Stories

The security guards had told me he had been standing there for six hours. His massive shoulders were completely buried under a heavy white layer of snow, his skin was gray, and his lips were deeply blue from the biting cold. He was shivering violently. Looking at him, I could hardly believe that this man was the same Mafia Don who had once brought a bloody storm crashing down across Italy. I saw no trace of the terrifying majesty that once made seasoned mafia capos drop to their knees in absolute terror. He looked completely shattered. I walked slowly over to him, the fresh snow crunching rhythmically under my winter boots.

When Darius Rossi pushed the photo toward me, I froze. He held me in his arms and kissed my cheek, his voice still hoarse from our earlier passion. He said, "I'll arrange for you to meet him in the next couple of days. With your looks and charm, he'll easily fall for you. Gina Costa cares about her image, so once she sees you two together, she'll come running back to me." Gina was the marriage partner Darius needed, the daughter of another mafia family in Paulirmo, and the woman he truly loved. They grew up together, and he harbored feelings for her.

WARNING SIGNS: LANGUAGE THAT IS UNAMBIGUOUS CURSING VIOLENCE, GUN VIOLENCE SELF-INFLICTED HARM BLOOD, DECEASE, and GORE LUCA POV The man grinned broadly. "Yes, Don. He's here. " He seemed like he won a trophy, and I knew I should be too. My whole mafia would be in trouble if I got caught. "Great job, Tommaso. Now let him go," said Valentina, barely moving from where she stood. I got up from my chair and stretched my neck.

“You don’t want the answer.” “Don’t tell me what I want.” I poured her a glass of water and set it on the desk between us. “The Mafia isn’t a charity, Lucia. It’s a war zone dressed up in Italian suits. Women die here just like men do. Sometimes faster.” “So they were all just… collateral?” I looked her dead in the eye. “Yes.” Her lips parted, disbelief written all over her face.

I stiffened, my eyes widening at her confessions. “I'm so sorry, my serafina,” Aldo said at last. “But at least you managed to make him fall for you, you managed to get him to make you more important than his Donna. Soon, everything will fall into place. With the documents and information you give me, I've begun making moves. We just have to be patient and soon, everything will be ours.” My knees buckled and I had to slam a hand over my mouth to hide my shock. Before they could even sense my presence, I backed away, heading straight for my room.

It was him. Her eyes widened. Her chest tightened as her mind replayed every second of that night at the club, the kiss, his touch, the way he made her feel things she never had before. It was him. The stranger she had thrown herself at. The man who left her gasping with just his fingers. “You...” she whispered, her voice almost failing her. “But how is this possible?” Damian De Luca. The infamous mafia Don. The man she had come to marry out of revenge... was the very man who had undressed her soul the night before.

My boots crunching over broken glass on the floor. "We wanted to see if the legend still bites." I grinned, slow and wide. "You'll killed the legend, but he still got followers." The first thug charged with a pipe. I stepped aside before he could hit me, grabbing him in his milliseconds of confusion, I broke his elbow backward, then slammed the end of the pipe into his jaw until his teeth shattered. He fell twitching. “Shame!!” The second guy was smarter. Pulled a gun. Too slow Figlio di puttana

Donatello said as he circled the man. “You can say what you want, but I did not kill him.” “Shut the fuck up!” Donatello yelled, clutching his step-brother's neck with one hand. Martin gripped his hand and struggled to free himself, but the mafia boss was not about to let him go easily. Martin's entire body stiffened, his hand dropped, and his neck shifted to one side of his head. When Donatello noticed this, he left him to fall to the ground. But instead of falling, Martin immediately spun around and plunged a pen-knife into Don's lower abdomen.

The eight Dons; Moncho, Raphael, Chevy, Clyde, Apache, Columbo, Carmine, and Bugsy, were all either involved in shady deals or had one selfish reason to the other, as to why Caddaric should be destroyed. “The monster. He is indeed worse than his father,” the oldest amongst them, Don Columbo remarked. The younger ones had not seen Casper in action until the video of Lord Night went viral among the mafia groups. “They are even two now. Who is the other guy?” Don Chevy asked from the video call. Moncho was the only one among them who attended the ruined wedding and knew a few things. All he wanted was Juliet, for which reason he was ready to go with whichever plan these dons hatched. He respond

I laughed dryly while lifting the bottle to my lips once more. “What’s wrong dad? Not the perfect girl, am I?” My brothers looked taken aback. I grinned, stumbling from the bar stool. The bar had roughly closed an hour ago so it was just Sal, Koa, my brothers and me. “I’m sorry that I don’t want to be a mob wife. I hate how I’m looked at. Just some pathetic little girl who fell for your right-hand’s son!” I shouted to no one in particular. Dom walked up to me, trying to guide me outside. I flung myself away from him.