Falling For The Mafia Novels & Stories

“Not just Dante.” “You are not my mother,” she yelled. “You are right,” I said. “I am not. But I am the one who will be watching you now.” She finally went into the bathroom. I stayed in the room, looking around. Clothes everywhere, empty bottles, a life already going in the wrong direction. When she came out, I noticed the tattoo on her shoulder. I pulled her closer. “If you add another one, I will make sure you regret it,” I said. “I am the daughter of a mafia man. I have to be like him,” she replied.

"You nearly killed your fake dad." Vincenzo grunted, hand on his chest. "I’m honored." Mei offered him another forkful. "More?" "No." Noel leaned in and kissed Vincenzo’s temple. "You’re ridiculous." "For you? Always." They sat like that…one ridiculous mafia husband, one recovering beauty, and a little girl trying to feed them both into an early food coma. Laughter filled the hospital room, a brief reprieve from the shadows that loomed just two weeks before.

"You're here because Jake told us you needed some money, look sweetie we ain't giving you any until it's earned...I see my brother already gave you 800 so let's put that to use shall we...oh and this is a mafia" What the fuck did I get myself into? "Jake...Jake the bartender" I asked and he nodded. Jake was supposed to be my friend not send me to a mafia to make money by having sex with this horny asshole. "I'm not having sex with you" I said stepping back from the bed and closer to the opened window. A way out... "Yes you are" With that I jumped out of the window falling onto a bush that helped me not break any bones. Fuck that hurt.

" On your right side. Turn the lamp on. " Catalina found the switch and pressed it. As soon as she touched it, an alarm went off. The pakhan snatched the gun from her hands and with one hand pushed her on the bed with him. She collided with his naked hard chest and now the gun rested on her cleavage. " Rule number 1 . Never believe a Mafia. " He laughed loudly and footsteps echoed in the corridor. The door opened with several men in there and one of them switched on the lights at last.

The mafia's maid "Fuck!" Jeremy causes out loud when his secretary came to tell him that his drugs has been dismantled by a mobster. "They all know that any mobster who turns against me must have a gruesome death," he said as he roared out loud. Ashley woke up early, as usual, she did her morning ablution and went straight to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, there she saw other maids with which she exchange greetings.

"No! How can I just climb on your back? Moreover, there's an injury on your arm." JK yells, "Just shut up and do as I say!" "No, I won't! Why are you showing me mercy now?" "I have never seen a stubborn girl like you." Grabbing her hand forcefully, he makes her lean on his back. "This man, seriously! How long are you going to force me? Will you ever let me live peacefully? When will you stop all this?" "When you love me more than I do." "I'll never fall for you." "You won't have to do it, baby. It will happen automatically. Just wait and see." "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Walk as soon as possible; I'm so hungry." "It's high time to learn how to control your hunger." "Yah, I've never seen a stupid

I had no problem with doing her work for the rest of the day, because it would be mean if I didn't, right? I told Adeola just that and she turned me to face her with a slap to her forehead. ''Ava.'' ''Yeah?'' ''Mia's mum isn't in this coun- her mum lives in France!'' ''W-well, then who fell down the stairs?'' ''No one!'' Adeola groaned. ''She's just a lying bitch. She wants to keep receiving money without working and babe? You're just making it easier for her, I keep telling you!''

Andrea's pov. “ You have one week to pay us back or you submit yourself to be a sex slave for our mafia gang!” He said as tears dripped through my cheeks. I was kneeling before Romano. The leader of the undisputed mafia gang in the city of New York. People hated entering into his trap because it doesn't usually end well. But how would I know that Dad owed him $10 million dollars and even signed me off to them if I couldn't pay.

“Yes. Since Zeno’s recipe is a little sweet, I did my best to enhance the flavor by adding milk.” “That’s why I could taste the milk better than chocolate, which is good,” Jake mumbled. Ciara immediately took the chicken sandwich before speaking. Her face is still serious and anxious about what happened. If I were in their situation, I would also be worried, so it’s understandable for them to act like this because we all know that they were after them because of their ranks in the Mafia Organization. “I called one of my agents to look for the person who did that. Because I’m confused as fuck who is planning to bring us down because there are so many opponents we have.” Ciara bites the chicke

she continues, her eyes locked on mine, “above all things in the world – the reason I left you with David Thompson to pursue my work – is to have the mafia wiped off the face of the planet. I want all the dons locked away. I want all of their systems dismantled.” “Why?” I demand, my voice clipped. “So they stop hurting people. Taking advantage of poor families, of young women. Are you aware, Fay?” she asks, her eyebrows shooting up in superiority, “of precisely what industries you support by not turning these men in?” “Not the men I support,” I say dryly, though…well. I guess I don’t know for sure, do I? Kent, I know, doesn’t have his hands in anything like that anymore. But Bianci?