Novel & Cerita Hot Mafia Man

The man behind me smiled, drunk and entitled. I slapped his hand away. He laughed and grabbed me again. I was ready to punch him. One hard hook to the jaw and I’d be free. But before I could raise my fist, the man was gone. Down. On the floor. Rafa was on top of him. Fists flew. One, two, three strikes brutal, fast, unrelenting. The man screamed as Rafa smashed his face in, blood slicking his knuckles like crimson paint. His eyes, those gorgeous, dark eyes were murderous. He didn’t blink. Didn’t pause. Didn’t care that the whole club was watching.

Then a smaller headline caught her eye: “Body Found Near Brooklyn Docks—No Arrests, Suspected Mafia Ties.” Her fingers froze on the trackpad. She leaned back, heart screaming in her chest, as everything tilted around her. She knew the truth now. She just didn’t know how long she had before he found out that she knew it too. The hallway was quiet now. Too quiet. Marco stepped over the blood-slick floor, breathing slowly, his gloves streaked with red. Elias was unconscious. The other man, slumped in the corner, wasn’t going to be getting up anytime soon.

I said. He whispered something to the server and she took right off. “So Blue, what do you do,” I asked. He grinned, showing off a perfect smile. It was actually pretty nice if you could look past the intimidating tattoos. “I’m a fighter, MMA,” he said. “Oh wow, isn’t that … dangerous,” I asked. “Only if you don’t know what you’re doing,” he said, moving his arm around me. He pulled me tight to him and I sighed internally. I felt absolutely nothing for this male and I wasn’t attracted to him at all.

When the red haze of fury finally cleared, I found myself standing over Helena's prone form, my hands sticky with blood. The warehouse had fallen silent, the fight over. But the real battle, I realized as I turned to face Aliyah's shocked gaze, was just beginning. Aliyah Sundane The world had tilted on its axis, everything I thought I knew crumbling around me. Alessandro, my Alessandro, was standing before me, his hands dripping with blood, his eyes wild with a fury I'd never seen before. Mafia. The word echoed in my mind, alongside the images from the folder Helena had shown me. Newspaper clippings of gang violence, photos of Alessandro with known criminals, documents detailing illegal oper

he continued as he leaned into my touch. My hand stopped combing through his hair as I tensed. “And the one in my father’s Mafia is Omega6.” He sighed, “Yes.” “Who?” I queried. My hand clenched into a fist. I’m not sure why it seems like a betrayal. Mafia is a family, and you do not betray family. “I’m afraid I can’t tell you that, kitten. I am sorry,” he said. I could feel his grasp tightening on my hip, as if he was afraid I’d leave.

My eyes were closing gradually before I heard another loud bang, which was followed by a sudden opening of my door. I froze, feeling my heart slam in my chest, as three masked men stormed in. Clutching Rocco tightly with one arm, I reached for my phone with the other. "Drop it!" the first man snarled. His two vicious eyes had seen my hand through the slits in his mask. "Drop it!" he ordered again. "You deaf, bitch? I said, Drop it!” He yelled, flashing a warning glare at me. I hesitated for a minute before releasing the phone.

“They hired a Russian mobster who played me horrible. I managed to turn the situation around and not get so hurt, but this one is capable of anything. It's a real animal. Jesus, Jesus, Jesus. “Do you understand why I really need someone to trust, Mina?” He asks me in his broken voice. “I feel like everyone wants to hurt me. I've done horrible things in my life, but this last time I've tried to fix it by getting all this shit out of me, trying to cut ties with these people, but they're the worst scum that can exist in the world.” “Black... That Russian mobster who played you is…” “Yes, Mina. He's Mikael Sydow's own son of a bitch.”

"I got into a little trouble, but I am currently fixing it, Mama." "He is not something you could fix yourself. All you need to do is go home alive. Don't waste your precious time. Such a simple task, Misaki. Let me do the rest." Without the scolding and questions, it seemed like her mother already knew a part of the story, or maybe she already knew everything. "He won't kill me, Mama. You know he can't. Let me handle my troubles by myself," She said before ending the call, realizing that she had to fix her problem immediately.

Then, the man's cold voice rang out, he said. “Why do you do these things? Why do you hurt your body? If you hate them, you can shoot and kill them. Don't be afraid that the police will arrest you, as long as I'm by your side, no one will be able to detain you, even if that person is a police officer.

Ohhh boy, he isn't going to let this topic go easily. I groan at constantly being treated like a baby. "You know aiden and roseline are our very close friends. We kinda brought up together. So both Aaron and rosaline is like you and Janice to us. For once I would have considered approving Aaron for you but not after all the heroic sh*t. I am going to tell you something ella and I want you to listen to me with open mind." I don't know why but anxiety starts to arising inside me. "Aaron runs a mafia clan. He's the king of America mafia. The ultimate leader." By each passing word my mind seals automatically. My breathe hitched, brain got jammed and body refuse to move. How many more shocks are