Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Novels & Stories

I will never forget the feeling of his soft, delicate fingers running over my skin, touching me… hurting me. I was fucking sixteen, and the mafia ruined my life in ways I would never wish upon my worst enemy. And they ruined me twice. The mafia is the reason darkness always threatens to suck me into its evil clutches. It’s the reason I crave focus like a drug addict. If I lose focus for even a second, the darkness will return, and I will lash out. Horribly. The last time I lashed out was two years ago, and I vowed to myself that it was never going to happen again.

I’m ready, dressed in all black, black vest, black pants, and black leather boots. Today is the day I take down the Blanche brothers to be given the title of the next Mafia king. My father currently holds the title, and he’s ready to hand it over to me along with twelve hundred thousand dollars as my own. I’m standing outside the billion-dollar restaurant located in the heart of Alt rec. The Blanche brothers usually come here on a Saturday night to drink and be entertained by women.

Pole dance never looked so intimidating; none of them broke their gaze from Samson. Swaying asses and thumping of thighs on that thin rod, Mateo has planned to feed his lust and fervor it more and more. They serve drinks one after another; Mateo offers him the white powder, which he denies, not wanting to lose his senses. “Since how long have you been working for Capo?” “Since the time, I understood what abuse means.” “My sister is involved with a mafia man; it doesn’t suit her,” Mateo commented. “Neither suits her; her brother is also one of us,” Samson smirked.

This girl is a fighter and no one on the face of the earth will be able to stand in her way until she sees justice served. So how can I reject her plea? How can I deny her the vengeance she so desperately seeks? How can I tell her that once you join the Mafia, you will forever be bonded to it for life? That there is no escaping the life of the damned once you take the sacred vow? The life of the Mafia is a dark and treacherous one; one wrong move and it can cost you everything. Everything. I once so desperately tried to run away from all this. But you see? I ended up coming back, back down this forsaken road. I ended up paying for the sins of trying to run away from my fate.

I watch him shaking his head in the corner of my eye as he carefully approaches me. "I despise being here; I loathe belonging to anyone, least of all the fucking Mafia!" I sob uncontrollably, shaking my head as my gaze darts between Trent's arrogant face and the Irish leaders' son. "Pull the trigger, Mila." Trent entices me with the rubbing of his hands. I close my eyes, utter a final prayer, and pull the trigger. Nothing,

I replied, feeling relieved to have someone to talk to. "Don't worry, dear. We'll show you the ropes and make sure you settle in smoothly. But you should know, Melissa, that Mr. Moretti is not a man to be trifled with. He can be wicked and mean, and he doesn't tolerate mistakes." I felt a chill run down my spine at the mention of Moretti's name. I had heard stories about him from my mother, about how he was a dangerous and ruthless mafia kingpin who ruled over his empire with an iron fist. I prayed that I wouldn't cross paths with him, that I could just do my job and stay out of his way.

Although there was an argument and their voices disturbed many people in the lobby, Noel and his team finally managed to bring them to the lobby. “This is your first and last warning,” Noel said sternly. “Miss CEO does not want to see you now or in the future. You have nothing but an outsider's relationship with her. And if you insist, we won't see you out of the police station in no time.” *** I have a new story in the mafia genre. It's called Contract With The Devil's Mafia. If you like that genre, you can read it. Hope you like it.

He stepped into my room, while I curled up in a little space in the bed. "Oh! I see you ate the food I gave you," he spoke, picking up the plate. I ignored his words, while I was trembling in fear from inside. "You know, Nisha. You now committed a felony," he winked. I was surprised at his words, so I looked at him. "What do you mean?" I asked. "There's a rule in the underworld. If a Mafia's Slave eats something at another Mafia's place, it's said that the slave has committed a felony, and now, is not restricted to any one Mafia," he spoke, coming close to me.

Selene POV One of the mafias of the skull groups was to be our judge and as the rules were created, I'm going to Caspian with my head. «Caspian? I want you to promise me in this camp, I will be my run, and I appreciate your concern, but you have to promise it you don't want to vertonge. I am sure your mother means the best, and it is also a larger sheet way to show the mafia that are not too weak to stay. "Their rage approaches on the subject, the eyes they seek in the stomach before I met my eyes.

THE UNWANTED UNION Rosalia's POV I sat in the dimly lit Catholic church in New York City, the four corners of the church, surrounded by the cream of Chicago's Mafia elite. The atmosphere of the church was thick with tension, the scent of expensive perfume hanging heavy. My white wedding gown, a symbol of purity and innocence, felt like a suffocating shroud. "I thought a wedding between two companions was to be determined by both parties, but not in my case. I'm being forced to spend my entire life with a beast." I mused thoughtfully,