Kata Kata Mafia Kejam Novels & Stories

I could never hurt her. Isadora laughed and smiled at Katarina and she looked up.” Alejandro is a male and well, they have needs. Trust me I know. I have a man waiting for me back home and I am almost positive he’s going to chain me to the bed and have his way with me.” She winked then sat back.” Talk to him and tell him if you need rest. He knows that you’re new to sex, he’ll listen.” “But what if he cheats on me? My friend Camila told me that mafia men beat their women and cheat on them.” Katarina said. I was enraged at her friend for putting all of us in a category. My father wasn’t like that and I wouldn’t be.

Immediately the door was slammed shut, Roman turned to look at Jamie, "Azazel's family used to be the head of the Mafia. Grandfather took over when he got to the human world." "You know, Werewolves crave dominance and he made the mafia his pack. Now, Azazel wants to rule the mafia." Roman explained. On the other hand, Jamie was a bit surprised, she had been trying to get Azazel to meet her, so they could talk. However, he had been evading her. Also, all the plans she had set up to catch him never worked. Seeing Jamie in deep thought, Roman continued, "We can't let him rule the mafia. It's our territory." He said, with so much resoluteness.

There was a note of tenderness in his voice the whole time, indicating that he would not harm her. He's reckless and dangerous still he was calm with her last night. He had made it crystal clear, if there's any future it will be with him. Her heart went off rhythm when she heard mafia from him. There was dread in her stomach. She could still feel it. She was expecting him to be a rogue, cruel businessman but not a mafia. What would he do for a living? Killing people? Selling drugs among youngsters? kidnapping? Human Trafficking? Prostitution?

I patted his back "I will be there with you to witness that moment, but first we have to increase the security of our house" In the mafia, family is the biggest strength as well as weakness of any mafia man. If the family members are capable of defending themselves then they are strengths but if not then they are the biggest weakness because it makes them easy targets. And in our house, only Marco can defend himself. "If this time he attacks my family then I'll take him apart bone by bone " Dante roared, holding a dark look in his eyes. "I don't think he is alone because last time we had left him on the brink of death, so it's impossible to attack back this fast without any support," I said

Marco asked his sister. Kate got up just then. "I know that you and I don't get along but I am just trying to do what's best for you. What are you trying do do? Are you really thinking of making Mia your wife? You know that you can't do that! You know that she's not simply not good enough!" Kate said. She really hated her life in this place. She always thought that she was good to be the mafia leader but just because she was female, no one ever thought about her. It all went to her brother and he was allowed to do whatever he wants.

That was what she needed to stop. After swallowing hard, Svanna made sure she would say the important part just to persuade her husband before he went too far, "I know you're a mafia boss, but hurting someone that much, isn't it excessive? After all, I knew Katty as my senior in school. What if she was the one who work for her family? Working day and night just so she could see her parents and siblings eat?" Tension crept into Svanna's spine like something terrible when Nightroe's sapphire eyes finally narrowed sharply. She was afraid, but she also couldn't deny the obvious rejection within her towards someone's safety in the future.

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.”

Axel swiftly steps aside, avoiding the flying glass. My temper has been out of control lately. But who can blame me? Antonio was one of my best men, and I found out too late that he was stealing from me. Besides the men I've already tortured and killed for information, I don't know who else could have been working with him besides the Russians. Any of my men could be traitors, and I fucking hate traitors. Nobody steals from me. NOBODY! My blood is boiling, threatening to explode. Killing him wasn't enough. Once you join the mafia, your family automatically becomes collateral. He took from me, and I'm going to take everything from him even if he's already rotting away in hell.

“Because the way he tossed you out, doesn’t that feel familiar? Doesn’t it feel like what men like him always do once they’re done using you? He let you go because he doesn’t need you anymore. His deal is more important to him and he would give you away just to get what he wants.” He took a step closer, voice tightening. “If he really loved you, he would’ve fought for you. He would’ve told me no, even if it risked the deal. But he didn’t. He let you walk, because he's done with you. You weren’t some cherished woman he couldn’t let go of. You were nothing more than a bargaining chip.” “Stop it,” I said, rising to my feet. He stood too, voice low and burning. “Your father, what would he think

That same hand that pulled a trigger right in front of me. I placed the photo back down. The bitterness burned through my throat like acid. The phone on the bed vibrated. A message popped up from Luca. ~ LUCA: The church priest’s file you asked for. I'm sending the details now. I unlocked the phone and scrolled through. Name: Father Kieran Hale. Background: An Unknown Orphan Occupation: Parish Priest of St. Philomena Cathedral. Age: 27. Former Occupation: A church worker. I scrolled down to see a picture attached down. He really had changed, his once tough body now looked fragile under my gaze, his faltering fake smile looked clean like he couldn't hurt a fly.