Falling For The Mafia Novels & Stories

Every single lie. Well, he should have been focused on finding out what really happened years ago. Not trying to build a new idea of her. Damn! But he was falling. He was falling terribly for her. Is he even okay in the head!? He’s the King of the American Mafia, for Christ’s sake, and he’s been played like a common pawn by a woman he’s falling for. A proper fool. A blind idiot.

The tires screeched against the pavement as Nico sped off into the night, his grip on the wheel firm and unyielding. The rest of his gang members followed suit, driving in front and behind us. I sat in silence at the back seat, my mind still ravaged by everything that had happened. Arianna was really dead? I still couldn't believe it. It all seemed unreal, and as the car continued to drive towards an unknown location, I continued to pray that all of this was a nightmare. Why did I even come here in the first place? Was this what I had wanted? Sure, I wanted to learn more about the mafia, but this hadn't been part of the plan. Arianna wasn't supposed to get caught up in all of this nonsense—

'Master said I should bring you some food " she said as she dropped the food on the bed . she turned to leave but I stopped her . "please help me " I said but she refused to say a word . "please I need to get home " I begged her , tears filling my eyes. "sorry i can't help you , because nobody can leave the mafia once you are in "she said and left before I could say anything I couldn't believe my ears , the mafia ? I am screwed , how the hell did I get myself into this mess ? I thought as tears streamed down freely down my face.

she said evenly. That earned her a low, amused chuckle. “You’re not what I expected from a maid.” “And you’re not what I expected from a mafia boss.” He stepped closer, slow and deliberate, until there were only a few inches between them. The faint scent of whiskey and smoke curled around her. His voice dropped. “You say ‘mafia’ like it’s a bad word.” “I say it like it’s a dangerous one.” For a moment, the air between them was charged, his gaze dipping briefly to her mouth before meeting her eyes again. Then, just as quickly, he stepped back, the moment broken.

I said and then winked at him. "Hey, dude. I'm warning you. Don't ever fall for her! Don't ruin the plan. If you fell for her, it will be our downfall. They're too rich. We need their money. And I will never forget the tears I saw in your eyes when both of you got into an accident! Don't fool me, I'm not stupid. Also, we're part of a mafia. You know how dangerous it is when they caught you loving someone. You know what I mean." Regan replied.

"Sorry, I don't want to cross you, but your business is stealing too many people's cake, everyone wants you dead, and I'm just along for the ride to make some money. Please don't blame me if you become a ghost later." Derrick threw away the cigar and walked to the door under the protection of the Mafia. "For your own good, I need to remind you of this. You'd better not resist so that you will have fewer bullets and your family will be better able to identify your bodies. Well, I admire you two. It's a pity. We'll work together again in another life, bye." Derrick opened the door and a group of black-clad men poured in, the mafia crushing the numbers of Vince and Ulric's men.

Eleanor’s POV I knew that the mafia didn’t care about infidelity—if it did, nearly every single mafia family would be destroyed or not exist to begin with. However, illegitimate children were a completely different matter. No one liked an illegitimate child because they could cause countless problems for business and inheritance. The crowd whispered amongst themselves, criticizing and judging River for letting things go too far with such a woman. River’s face turned ashen and he opened his mouth to say something, but not a sound came out.

______ Episode 11 – The Mafia Affairs The rain fell on New Corinth like a judgment, washing the grime from the asphalt but never from the souls beneath. From the back booth of Il Caffè della Luna, Pope Conti watched the downpour through the streaked window. At twenty-eight, he had the lean build of a man who worked with his hands and the guarded eyes of one who knew the city’s true currency wasn’t money, but fear. His auto shop was three months behind on its “insurance” payments to the Moretti family. The envelope in his leather jacket pocket, thin, final, and utterly insufficient, felt like a lead weight.

Isabella’s POV It was nice to have dinner with Papa, but of course, as soon as the topic of the DeMarcos came up, there was a huge fight. “I don’t understand in this day and age that you can’t barter for my freedom,” I voiced, crossing my arms. “It’s mafia tradition, Mia Stellina,” Papa replied. “The mafia is very steeped in tradition and values. There is even a mafia council in Italy with strict rules. If you go against the council, you can face severe penalties, including death.”