Falling For The Mafia Novels & Stories

Julia shuddered when she heard those words. She looked at her boss, but his face was expressionless. What else did she expect from a mafia leader? Suddenly a tear dropped from her eyes. Was this how her life was going to end? She questioned herself as she saw Marco pull the trigger. “For the last time, why the hell are you doing this?” Don asked, “the Rossini's have been good to your family, so why this?” “Good? Did you just say good?” Marco asked, then added, “The only person worthy of being called 'good' is Martin, and fortunately, he has already betrayed you.”

KATHY The thing about going undercover to seduce information out of a Mafia lord when you're 24 hours post betrayal, heartbreak and working on just a birthday cake in your stomach with just 3 hours of sleep... It is not the best idea. I knew this. But I accepted the mission anyways. If I catch this criminal, I would get promoted and things would be looking up for me. Later that evening I stood outside one of the most expensive bars in the city. 11-11.

“As I’ve said you are bound to get married. A Vazquez-Williams is a must. But before we proceed to the matrimony, Caleb has something to tell you.” Charles' father drank first before speaking, “Since you’re both at the right age, you should know about our family history.” As if on cue, heavily armed men entered the dining area. “The Vazquez and Williams are descendants of the previous mafia—” “Hold it right there.” Charles, on the other hand, dared to answer for his father. “Mafia? Dad, we’re descendants of criminals?”

She was so tired that before she knew here legs gave out under her and she fell to the ground. Meanwhile at the Francesco mansion, Marco was livid because he found out his partner in crime, Giovanni had been working with the Russian mafia underboss, leaking information and was going to kill him. One of his men came to him that they had caught him when he was about to flee the country and they had tied him up in the chair at the usual spot. (The spot was were they kept traitors who were going to die, which was close to the ocean bank where no one will hear when he shot them, not that he cared)

I already died years ago and today a flicker of hope also disappeared watching Crystal like this. Something wet fell on my cheek and it’s when I noticed the tears. It’s when my heart soared and I fell on my knees realizing what I have lost. Loud sobs racked from the heart of a proud mafia boss, in front of eyes that bowed in his feet. The boss of Italian Mafia was finally taken down. Not by a bullet, but by heartbreak. In that mere moment, when my sobs ranged loud, full of pain, numbing the mind, the voice of my heart overpowered finally making me listen.

When I settled in the car with Ivan, we grinned at each other. "Should have aimed for his head," Ivan said. I smirked. "I think the cane will suit him better than a missing ear." We laughed, freely for the first time in a long time. Mia I was sitting in mom's hospital room, the TV providing a dull background hum as I flipped through channels, trying to escape the weight of boredom and everything that had happened. Then a headline flashed across the screen, pulling me back to reality: Breaking News: Major Mafia Collapse—Volka Bratva Taken Down

Viola said softly, “I knew Elisa for many years, she wasn’t a shallow minded person and she definitely knew what the rules of the mafia are and how things are done…a little blood must be spilled in order to achieve anything,” Yes. Elisa would definitely understand if she were here but— Why was the voice and screams of Ymir still haunting her thoughts. Rain felt this inexplicable urge to go see him or even free him. “I’m not sure...” Rain wasn’t sure if it was okay to speak to Viola about what was bothering her. Her fear of becoming a monster like Cullen. It was like being involved in the Mafia was changing her into something she didn’t recognize. It scared the shit out of her.

Don Dante Moretti didn’t need to raise his voice to command attention. He simply existed and people obeyed. “You both look beautiful,” he said, kissing Bianca’s forehead first before turning to me. “Lucia.” “Papa.” “Tonight is important.” There it was. The reminder. The warning. The mafia version of behave yourselves. “We know,” Bianca murmured. My father’s sharp gaze moved between us carefully. “This alliance with the Romanos strengthens our position in New York. I won’t tolerate embarrassment from anyone tonight.” My stomach tightened slightly.

"Then what are you waiting for!" The roar came fast. His hand cracked across my face. Slap. My head snapped sideways. The heat from the slap spread through my cheek. "Do you think your life matters more than the name Moretti?" He gripped my chin, fingers digging deep through my skin. "You are a Moretti. We don't run. We fight until there is nothing left to fight." "I'm sorry," I choked out. "Sorry won't put a million dollars in my pocket. Sorry won't stop the other families from laughing at me." He released me and turned toward the window, staring out at the dark gardens. "I can't have a coward for a son. I won't."

"—it's giving his rumours credibility." "I'm fine," I said automatically. "Are you?" Chloe pressed. "Because if someone is hurting you, or forcing you into something—" "No one is forcing me into anything," I interrupted, my voice firmer than I felt. Isabella's eyes softened. "Then tell us the truth. Who is he?" I opened my mouth, then closed it. What could I say? That I'm married to a mafia boss? That I live in a mansion with armed guards and a traumatised five-year-old who calls me Mama?