Falling For The Mafia Novels & Stories

I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him quickly only to be interrupted by Landon. "Can't you two seriously wait? We're kind of in the middle of something if you don't remember." I grinned at him before shooting one of the opposing mafia members just before they could reach him, unbeknownst to him due to his complaining. His eyes widened as he glanced back at the body lying behind him then turned to face me again. "Thanks." I nodded, the grin growing on my face.

Adriano groaned into my mouth, the sound vibrating through my body as he backed me toward the bed. The back of my knees hit the mattress and I fell, pulling him down with me. His weight settled between my thighs, heavy and perfect. I moaned softly as he ground his hard cock against my core through our clothes, the friction making me ache. “You know,” I gasped between kisses, “this is probably the craziest thing I’ve ever done.” “What is?” He nipped at my bottom lip, then soothed it with his tongue. “Falling in love with a mafia boss.”

CHAPTER 4 VITTORIA'S POV. I feel like my soul is getting out of my body right now. How did I end up committing such a big mistake? Now, I'm not just accidentally married to some random person, but I'm stuck in a marriage to Marcello Giordano, the cold and ruthless Mafia kingpin who doesn't think twice before snapping someone's head off in seconds of being offended. I know him very well. Of course, everyone in New York City knows a lot about him, but only a few have ever set eyes on him, if not for anything, for the fact that he's the first face on the FBI's most wanted list of criminals.

I responded. “Astor Giovanni has been arrested.” He replied. I leaned back on my chair as I let the words sink in. This is just one third of what I had been hoping for. This is the beginning of his ruin. Yes, I wanted him broken, dead and forgotten but I would have to do it bit by bit. “He was arrested for financial crimes.” Maxwell continued “…his accounts have been frozen.” The sound of that brought joy to my soul. Good. “There’s more,” Maxwell carefully stated.

I feel myself grow cold, both from the cool touch of Don Federico's embrace but also the fury behind his words. The mafia men all fall quit. The man who demanded I strip for everyone's entertainment sinks low in his seat—he's no doubt wishing he could turn invisible or just completely disappear.

He turned off the engine and ran his fingers through his air. "Tell me everything, and don't you dare lie to me." Elena levelled her breathing for a minute before speaking. "This stays between us." He frowned. "Promise me." "I promise." Holding eye contact, she opened her mouth. "I was kidnapped." "What? By who?" "The Mafia." The silence was heavy and thick. Elijah looked nervous. "What'd you mean you were kidnapped by the Mafia?"

As I move, my dress rustles softly, and my hair stays perfectly in place. "Wow, Lessia is this not too much?", I ask unsure. "No, it is perfect", Lessia said still trying to arrange the strands of hair on my head. I rolled my eyes and said, "Lessia why did you dress me like this, I look like two million threw up on me". She looked at my reflection in the mirror and said, "You look amazing and by the way you are the daughter of the Mafia boss, you need to dress the part". "Mafia?", I asked confused.

I stood there like fool. I wasn’t being able to see her as well. “ Please, just let me get inside. Please,” I requested. They didn’t care about my pleas. I had never pleaded with someone like this. If I was Demonte Damelo right now, then they would surely be scared but she I wanted to be respectful at least on her death. I didn’t want to show to the world that her husband was a mafia in front of them. For the first time in my life, I felt helpless and hopeless for being the mafia.

But all she felt… was numb. The mafia played dirty. They destroyed lives without blinking. And now? They showed her how easy it was. She was still a pawn. Still dancing on their strings. No matter how hard she tried to pull away. Mia bumped her shoulder, laughing. “Let’s go celebrate. Queen Lulu is dead.” Elena forced a smile. But deep inside? She wondered… When would it be her turn to fall? Because in their world? Everyone falls. And the higher they climb? The harder they break.

“Vale Tower is 15 minutes. I’ll be handling my board, my lawyers, my money. You focus here. With them.” “Okay,” I say. She looks at Luca. “Keep her safe.” “We will,” he says. And just like that, she’s gone. Back to her empire. Leaving me with 5 mafia brothers and a war brewing. THE WEEKS AFTER We fortify. More guards at the gate. Cameras on every corner. The brothers run Moretti business from the house. Deals, calls, meetings. All under one roof. Isabella runs Vale from hers. Quiet acquisitions. Silent phone calls.