Horse Mafia Blessings Novels & Stories

Alessa asked back and Thane stared at her in disbelief. “Are you being serious?” he asked. “Yes, who the fuck is he?” “He goes by a popular name. The demon. Demonio.” The man said and chuckled. “Wait, isn't that... “ Alessa trailed off and Thane nodded. “The mafia lord. Damien Marshall is the mafia lord.”

*The day before Mila woke up* Marco As a Made Man—trained to be emotionless—I never thought it would hurt this much. As the Capo of one of the most powerful mafia families on the planet, I never imagined I would feel this low. Grubby. I checked my wristwatch as I stepped out of my Lamborghini. I signaled my men to stay in their positions and walked through the hotel gates. As I scanned the private hall, my eyes landed on the Russian mafia representative I was supposed to meet.

Charity demanded once Milet removed her hand. Milet glared at her, exasperated. “Charity! Of all the people in this club, you had to bump into him?” “What’s so special about that guy?” Charity asked, frowning as she rubbed her temple. Milet dragged her to a quieter corner outside the club. “Listen to me: if you ever see that man again, avoid him at all costs. He’s part of the Mafia. He’s involved in all sorts of illegal activities. He’s dangerous, Charity—a monster! You’re lucky you didn’t provoke him.”

I glanced down at the package, my brow furrowing slightly as I noticed the initials embossed on the tag. My heart stopped. No. It couldn’t be. I looked up at her, my pulse pounding. "Luna... this is for... him?" Her lips curled into a faint, almost mocking smile. "Is that a problem?" I swallowed hard. The name on the tag belonged to none other than Massimo De Luca, one of the most feared mafia dons in the city. His reputation was ruthless, brutal, even. People didn’t just walk into his territory without reason, and they certainly didn’t leave unscathed if they made a mistake.

"Ashton, this is... everything I wanted. Everything we worked for." He cupped my face, his golden eyes blazing. "And it’s just the beginning, angelo oscuro. You’re unstoppable now. Your reputation as the cruel mafia lord has spread like wildfire. You have more allies than you ever dreamed of. The triplets are falling apart. This world and theirs are yours to conquer."

"I just needed to know these few things. So I read many stories of how the Mafia stuff runs, and I think there was a part that really disturbed ne, you know the bloody sheets thing" Shawn didn't seem to understand her, so she had to explain more, which was very much embarassing. "So when a Mafia member get married, he is to get married to only a virgin and then on the wedding night they both do the 'deed' and her blood is to stain the white sheets... the next day the parents of the groom, the women were to carry those blood stained sheets and hang it so everyone could see..." Shawn busted into fits of laugher and that made her reddened, she gave his head a push.

Phoebe was calculating the action of the Harris who was already to give him a peace of mind which surely he could because Phoebe was indeed a good fighter but not in the mafia who sharpen their skills on a regular basis. “CAPO? What CAPO ? a criminal and a cryptozoic , a law-escaped man? Hell you are a curse , which needs to be cleaned from society.” Falcon gritted his teeth and closed his eyes to savor the taste of scotch, he muttered Bastardo,Maiale,Figlio di puttana (Bastard, Pig and SOn of Bitch) Harris shot Phoebe but not at him to stop him from abusing his CAPO further. Falcon looked at him with piercing eyes and uttered .

"No! How can I just climb on your back? Moreover, there's an injury on your arm." JK yells, "Just shut up and do as I say!" "No, I won't! Why are you showing me mercy now?" "I have never seen a stubborn girl like you." Grabbing her hand forcefully, he makes her lean on his back. "This man, seriously! How long are you going to force me? Will you ever let me live peacefully? When will you stop all this?" "When you love me more than I do." "I'll never fall for you." "You won't have to do it, baby. It will happen automatically. Just wait and see." "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Walk as soon as possible; I'm so hungry." "It's high time to learn how to control your hunger." "Yah, I've never seen a stupid

Content with the transaction, the leading mafia man affectionately pats my trembling shoulder and announces, "Congratulations, little wolf. Your unit is officially cleared to go home." The moment his claws release my arms, my brain still seems completely disoriented. Is my body truly free to clear this death zone? The mafia boss calls out to my boots, his hand gesturing toward the silent figure of Chika, who still stands perfectly upright under his hood. "He is your elder brother, boy. If your clumsy wolf hadn't messed with the loan shark networks, our platoon wouldn't have executed his abduction at all. What final words does your mouth have to say to his face?"

Before long, the old men of the Five Families had begun calling me by a new title: Capo dei capi. Boss of bosses. … One year later. I hosted a Viktory banquet at my private estate on Long Island. The ballroom blazed with light as representatives from every major faction raised their glasses with polished smiles. A year ago, some of these same people had questioned my right to lead. Now they lined up to toast me. I stood alone on the terrace, the ocean wind brushing against my skin. Footsteps approached from behind. My newly appointed Consigliere, a striking mixed-race man in his early thirties with a lean frame and handsome features, gently draped a coat over my shoulders.