How Long Is Mafia 1 Novels & Stories

He stands up straighter, towering over me, his dark eyes swirling with a storm of secrets he refuses to share. “I’m a mafia leader, Harper. There is always someone out there trying to get at me,” he says bluntly, his chest rising and falling heavily. He looks away from me, a flash of genuine pain crossing his face. “And now, they can hurt you to get to me. You’re a weakness.”

“I think I should finally state the unspoken rules you need to follow. Number one, you aren’t allowed to be intimate with any man that isn’t me.” He pulled away slightly, watching Chiara intently. “Second, when you go out. You should be back before six, and you should be sober.” “You’re being rash.” She muttered and he thrust into her mouth again, the force causing her to gag. “Thirdly, I expect you to speak with respect. Lastly, you can’t invite anyone here or go out without my permission.” He finally came into her mouth, leaving her with no choice but to gulp down the liquid. The way she sucked on him sent ripples of pleasure through Dante who finally pulled away completely when she had li

' The first image flashed in front of his eyes was of Owen upin thinking effortlessly but Ekai kmew that the guy was nothing much of a gutsy man who would rebel against him just because Aysel seemed interested in him. After all he was the sole earner pf his small family and could not afford to play such a daring game and on the top of it with Ekai Enzo. The mafia lord cast a look at his watch which shone brightly in tbe daylight and narrated the time obediently without any delay, but perhaps the mafia lord wa unable to hold back himself even more after seeing his woman touching some other random man with such intimacy. 'Tsk! I still have fifteen minutes to reach the particular restaurant.'

'You have twenty minutes. I pulled on my shoes, grabbed my phone and checked my messages. The address was fifteen minutes from here. I could do this. I have to do this. I walked to the front door and walked out. Two security guys stopped me from going any further when I was walking to the black mustang I could borrow from Gio. 'I'm sorry miss, but you can't leave the house.' The blonde guy spoke. I made up an excuse for leaving. I had to hurry. Otherwise, Camilla wouldn't survive. 'I'm just going for lunch with Giovanni.'

“There is no queen in the mafia.” “Ah. No wonder. You did not hear the news. I will tell you then before you enjoy yourself in hell.” I don’t know what face he made but it made Cara’s smile widened in excitement. “Three years ago, my cousin, Sol stepped down and gave the title to me. Well, it’s originally mine anyway. I guess I could say he returned it to me.” She rambled in amusement. He laughs. “You expect me to believe you.” “No, not really. A woman leading the most powerful mafia, I mean that’s pretty far fetched if you ask me. My father wouldn’t even let me-”

Dorian's POV Darkness. The perfect shield for evil and men like me. I had been watching the hotel entrance for two hours. This has to be a clean job but it was taking too long for the bastard to come out. It was supposed to be 11:43 like the instruction said. Bummer! When the mafia boss finally stepped out. 1:34Am. I already knew the route, and the blind spot between the door and the waiting car where he always stopped to light a cigarette. Creatures of habit were the easiest to kill, idiots with no sense of suspicion.

I didn’t want to risk anyone’s life in a nasty man’s game. Nastiest, because this war would have no rules. In a mafia war everything was permitted, there were no basic rules to follow. You would have to go against everything you’ve believed in to win this. No matter how low, cruel, harsh, or dirty it got. You had to do everything to win, there was no such thing as mercy in this. Anyone and everyone could be a risk to you, no matter how old, how big, or how small the person was.

“No way. We have an hour before dinner with my terrifying mafia boss of a father. I’m not doing it with you now.” Misha smirked, completely unbothered. “Exactly forty nine minutes for you to ruin me before dinner, Angel.” I faltered. Because I hadn’t misheard him. He’d said forty-nine minutes for me to ruin him—and every word was doing something unholy to my brain chemistry.

Zayn’s P.O.V. After exhaling a deep breath, I settled down on my large black leather chair in my office. Leading the Russian Mafia was hard, but I couldn't let all the sacrifices, training, and torture go to waste without reaching my goal. I had been in the Mafia since the incident that took place in my childhood when I was only fourteen. It had been eleven years since that incident, but I still felt the same pain even now. But one day, I would certainly find closure, and I knew what I had to do.

Swallowing thickly she let out a shaky exhale. “You told me it was standard procedure,” Sofia found herself whispering into the phone “This is standard,” Marco assured her just as quietly. “In the events of a security threat, the Mafia is housed in the headquarters until further notice. And this is what’s happening,” “How long would you be there?” “I don’t know,” “Any idea?” “Months, maybe. Even years.” “Months?” She choked out. “Years?” “I know it’s a lot, and I’m sorry,” He apologized as he pressed his forehead to his knee caps. “But things aren’t going good right now and we can’t compromise anyone’s safety. I’m the heir, so I have to be here every step of the way.”