Novel & Cerita Italian Mafia Romance

I decided to taunt her more I want her to loose it . I moved closer to her and touch her lips ,I felt a weird connection between us ,so I moved close to her and whisper in her ear .. where do u want it lil slut? Here or outside ?? I fanned her neck .. she shivered lightly .. I was about to do more before I felt someone pull me back … I had totally forgotten my sister is here .. lilo dear ! Sorry but I will talk to you later I need to leave now and she .. I said pointing to the girl is coming with me ….. she made to protest but I stopped her no lilo I promise you I won’t kill her … take care lil sister I said and peck her on her head ….. I dragged the girl along with me , we got to my car ,ge

It was a rich, decadent, tiramisu, "How did you meet Don? And how are you liking the mafia life?" Sofia was a very nice woman. She was extremely sweet and was really smart. She was working towards getting her PhD in Italian history. I was about to answer, but then I felt Mariano's hand on my bare thigh under the table. I coughed. "We met at work, actually." I said, shakily. Mariano's fingers reached my core. He pinched my upper thigh. "I work at a cafe, while I'm still in University. He was there with Luca, our Capo."

King and continued looking at him in his eyes " My girlfriend too whom I love the most." Mr. King raised his eyebrows looking at Ashton. Ashton laughed and said putting his hand on Mr. King shoulder " Dad now don't say that line of yours……… What it was?? " he was thinking and then looked at Ethan and asked " What it was?? " Ethan looked down and said while scratching the back of his neck " Mafia don't have girlfriends. They don't made for dating ". Mr. King walked towards Ethan and put his hand on Ethan shoulder and said " Ashton he also have a girlfriend. Right?? "

I said "Arora" dad said "You're going to quit and stop seeing him," Felix said "Are you fucking serious right now?" I asked him "I won't let you get hurt again," Dad said "You say that but yet if you do this you'd not only hurt me you'll hurt my daughter," I said "We're trying to protect you he's in the fucking mafia. The strongest mafia!" Dad said "My fucking soul. You're in the mafia! You actually thought I'm an idiot? You are the Don of the Italian mafia Dad. They keep hunting us because you are the head. Mom died because of this stupid mafia!" I yelled

She knew his anger. Killian closed his eyes and jerked himself imagining Bella. He came hard in his hand with a groan. Killian cleaned his hand with a few napkins, "Soon, I will fill your cunt with my cum, Sweet Bella." Killian smiled imaging Aaron's dead body and fucking his wife beside it, he became restless to turn that image into reality. At first Killian only wanted to rule over the New York mafia, ending the Italian Mafia completely and taking over Cosa Nostra under him. De Luca was not a threat especially now that he was trying to sell his daughter to

I will make her regret why she was even born. Flashback….. When I was with maria. Marco came and called me to my office. He was happy that finally he had a girl on whom he had his eyes for months. When he first saw her she was beautiful. Most importantly her eyes held him captive at that moment he knew he wanted her. And he gets what he wants. He didn't care whether she liked me or not. She is mine. When they reached his office. Marco gave him a file. Marco: finally we have found the location and address of that bastard!

Tonight, I wasn’t Cristiano Morano, the billionaire mafia don. I wasn’t Cristiano Morano, the dying man. I was Cristiano Morano, the man who would burn the world down for Annalisa, his wife.

The rain hadn’t stopped all day. It drummed steadily against the penthouse windows, turning the skyline into a hazy watercolor of lights and shadows. Isabella sat at the kitchen counter with a book open in front of her, though she hadn’t read a single word in ten minutes. The smell of something cooking pulled her out of her thoughts. She turned toward the kitchen island and blinked. Matteo Moretti — mafia heir, ruthless negotiator, man of calculated danger — was standing in front of the stove, stirring a pot of sauce.

“Necessary???!!! For who!!? You? Your reputation? when has anything you've done been necessary dad!!! Tell me! Just one time!!! Once!!! I had hope for us dad! in you!! I barked a humorless laugh. But you know what? screw that and screw you!. I grabbed my bag and was just about to storm out when I heard his voice . “She’s feisty. I like that.” I froze and slowly turned. There he was, hidden in the darkest end of the cafe. Luca Romano. He rose to his feet and gently approached us. Like time was his. He looked like he owned every building in the city and maybe he did. Tall, broad shouldered and his eyes....so dark that they pinned me in place. He had a smirk that promised trouble. Gorgeous. Wha

the old man sounded pathetic, like he was ready to start crying. “And?” I spat out. It struck me odd that the background check I had obtained on Manciatti did not mention a daughter, only a deceased wife. It was the first flag. “I don’t have your daughter. I’m not in the habit of kidnapping people. Especially not women and children.” Another deep exhale on the line. “I want your help in finding her,” his voice shook.