Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Novels & Stories

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.”

I walked past them but Remos was already ahead of me when Nico shot him another serious glare. I wasn’t sure what I got myself into, but I was sure I didn’t like any of that. A huge mansion with guards everywhere? Those were never good signs, it was a lesson I learned three years ago from my father when I discovered he was a mafia boss! As soon as I entered my room, Remos dismissed himself, reminding me to just push the button that was near my nightstand to call them. My hand slipped inside my purse, I wanted to check that it was still there, The flash drive, the only key to get out of this place unharmed and safe.

A guard with a shaved head and a black rubber apron stood over me, electric clippers buzzing like an angry hornet. "No," I wheezed. "Not my hair. Please." "You don't have a name, no hair, no identity when you're here. You are just 402," the guard said, grabbing the back of my neck like a vice. "In the Forge, pretty is weak." "My father is Don Moretti! He'll kill you for this!" The guard laughed, dry and nasty. "Your father paid for this package, kid. Premium. He told us to shatter your ego. Shave it all off."

But I couldn’t stop now. Riccardo Moretti never needed to raise his voice to command respect. His presence alone did that. “I refuse to believe I raised such a stupid daughter,” he said evenly. “You still don’t get it? In this world, no one does what they want. Everyone does what they must.” “I know,” I replied quickly. “I know how the mafia works. Rules. Deals. Hierarchy. But—” “But nothing,” he interrupted again. “Everything has a price.”

Lia's hands wouldn't stop shaking on the steering wheel. She'd just slept with a mafia boss. A fucking mafia boss. Not some professional escort who'd disappear from her life after one night. Not some safe, anonymous transaction. No. She'd walked into the wrong room and ended up in bed with Caspian Nero. A man who ran the criminal underworld of Silvercrest. What the hell had she done? The early morning streets were empty as she drove home. Saturday dawn, the city still sleeping off Friday night. Lia felt like she was moving through a dream. Or a nightmare. She couldn't tell which. Her body ached in places that reminded her exactly what had happened.

“And ma’am, you must be careful. Other rival mafia gangs might also attend.” A rival mafia? Since this is a thing for the wealthy, why bring me along? Is he trying to humiliate me in public? Trying to make me see how powerful his world is and how I’m actually different from it? Sighing numbly, I drop the letter back in the box. Four p.m. I still have a few hours left. I look up at Clara and decide to ask her some questions. “How long have you worked here, Clara?” I ask, fixing my gaze on her.

I felt seriously nervous with the way their eyes were scrutinizing my whole body and it took me enough confident to turn to look at Leonardo. "Is that all?". I asked and then, he brought out a pen and offered it to me. "Sign the contract and be ours". Leonardo said to me but that wasn't what just I wanted, I wanted to be more than a SLUT to them. Meet the Domenico brother's, who kills people for a living. A mafia and the world's greatest nightmare. What happens when a contract of submission is offered to the innocent Miss Isabella Laurenza? Would their relationship turns out to be lust or bloody??? Find out, rated 18+

“I am not God Mack, you know the rules, you were warned.“ He picked two bare wires and brought them together causing an electric shock. “What is the second rule of the mafia society?“ He asked Mack whose eyes didn't leave the wires he was holding. “Never involve children in the act,” he muttered still staring at his hands. “And what did you do?“ Alex raised his brows. “I made children sell drugs.“ He muttered. “Good and now it is time you pay for your crimes,” he placed the bare wires on Mack's legs sending waves of electric shock through his body. The man yelled, he couldn't take his legs away because he was bounded. “Boss have mercy,” he yelled. Alex laughed, he has missed this, the cry fo

Leonardo paused in his speech. He accessed my facial expression before going on. "It is an oath of secrecy taken, swearing not to divulge the activities of the mafia to law enforcement agencies. You won't be allowed to have unmonitored phone calls, e-mails or texts as every thing will now be monitored by the mafia. You also can't go on unsupervised trips or vacations. All your movements will be monitored and track. You shouldn't be seen with the police either. You will have to be branded as belonging to the Mafia. And the punishment if you don't sign or break any of the rules is...death"

“That means leaving behind the grudges, the revenge, all of it. If you really want to start over, then let Fabio go.” He stared at me, and the silence that hung between us was heavy with his resistance. I could see the war waging inside him. The part of him that was still bound to the mafia’s brutal code of punishing traitors was fighting against the part that wanted to be a better person for me and for us. “I’ll see what I can do,” he said at last, but his tone was still evasive. I narrowed my eyes, calling his bluff. “I know you just want this conversation to end, so don’t give me that. You have the power to make a phone call and have him released right now. Don’t pretend like you don’t.”