Falling For The Mafia Novels & Stories

Chapter 5 Sofia's POV I spent the rest of the day lost in thought, trying to imagine what tonight's event would look like. The thought of attending a mafia gathering, where the most notorious figures would converge, sent shivers down my spine. My first encounter with the mafia still haunted me - the memory of blood splattering everywhere, the sound of gunfire echoing through the chapel, and the lifeless body crumpling to the ground. It was a gruesome reminder of the world Mark inhabited, and now, I was being pulled into its depths.

I raised my eyes to his. Logan nodded curtly. "They're a mafia organization affiliated with Crimson Eagle Industries, the competitor to Gil's. These men run the dark of the world. They handle all the 'business' that Crimson Eagle might need to stay off the books. Brutal, connected, loyal only to one man.”

Five guards step out of it, and fall into step behind me instantly. With my phone in a pocket, and a pistol in my hand; eyes filled with deathly fury as we approach. The moment I step in, the sight before me makes my heart stop. Not because its new, I've seen thousands of dead bodies, it was worse after an all out war between two ruthless mafia Lords. What made my heart stop is the implication. "This is a lot." I mutter, noting the extent of damage that had been done. The thought of innocents being murdered, and killed for something they didn't do or had no idea of; makes my heart ache.

I was trapped, with no escape from the horrors that awaited me. Dominic's eyes seemed to bore into my soul, his gaze piercing and unrelenting. "You see, Lucia, I've been waiting for someone like you. Someone who can understand me, who can see the truth behind the lies." His voice was low and hypnotic, drawing me in despite my fear. "And now that you're here, I'll never let you go." I struggled against the cuffs again, but they only seemed to tighten. Panic set in as I realized the true extent of my predicament. I was trapped, at the mercy of a madman with a twisted vision. And then, Dominic's eyes seemed to gleam with an eerie light. "Let the game begin," he whispered, his voice dripping wit

“It's too late. It's too late for me.” “Fine! Fine!” Vincenzo yelled, his voice broken. “I'll do it! I'll make Antonio the next Don! I'll do whatever you want! Just please, don't jump! Please, Madonna! Don't jump!” “I…” Madonna was saying, her body leaning forward, when she let her hand slip from the railing and she fell into the river. Her phone fell to the ground, but the call was still connected. Vincenzo heard the gasps of the crowd, the horror in their voices, the sudden realization that she had jumped. “No!” Vincenzo yelled. “Madonna! No! No, I lost Stella! I can't lose you too!”

Ashford POV I could hear the whispers around me, soft and curious. The immigration officers murmured about my marriage, about him—the man who supposedly adored me. They couldn’t understand why I would walk away from someone who loved me so fiercely. I tugged at the corner of my lips, letting a hint of mockery curl there. Back in college, everyone envied the way Dominic Conti loved me. Back then, I was the golden girl of my school’s shooting team. And Dominic Conti was the future heir of a powerful mafia family.

She ran hastily towards the kitchen, her long, thick brown hair bouncing against her back as she rushed off in excitement. Marcus was known for his charming look, and the most handsome son among the Mafia’s sons. A devastating combination of wealth, looks, and danger. Women were drawn to him like moths to a flame. Almost every other night, he was seen with a different woman, whisking them into luxury hotels or having drinks poured in dimly lit lounges that knew him too well.

The same man who had been dragged, or rather, should have been dragged, into questioning for the brutal mafia murder back in Northvale. Except he hadn’t been questioned. After I handed over my carefully pieced-together findings to Lieutenant Barnes, the team had scrambled, warrants were signed, and task forces were mobilized. But it was too late. The perp had vanished like smoke, already slipped out of the country before the ink had dried on the paperwork. That case had been my Hail Mary. Months of coffee-fueled all-nighters, chasing leads until my feet gave out, and putting my entire career on the line with nothing but a gut feeling and shaky video stills to guide me.

“You're lying!” I screamed. “Oh really?” He tilted his head and I froze. I wasn't sure anymore. I wasn't sure of anything anymore. I had always known papa had secrets. But this? This was a total nightmare. Romano continued nonchalantly like he hadn't just ruined my life. “Your papa kept dangerous company and… let's just say, his high-wire deception caught up with him at your birthday party. The cartel wants the information your papa died protecting and in exchange, they want you.”

A thought appeared to me and I dropped to my knees, crawling my way through the bed stand. From a reflection, I saw that the two had gone back to their irritable affection. I reached the bed stand and held the wood for support before turning, holding it still. I opened the large cabinet and seeing that they were still engaged, I intentionally let the contents fall to the ground causing them to panic. "What are you doing Nora?" The nurse screamed out. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to." I fell to my knees, picking up the bottles on the floor. "Just bring the medicine," Landon spoke out, not wanting the plan to fail. "The one in a silver covering."