Kata Kata Mafia Kejam Novels & Stories

The blood spilled on my white dress and I guess that's the actual nature of being the daughter of a mafia and wife of the godfather instead of believing tears to leak from my eyes a smile embraced my lips. His body falls on the floor leaving the floor flooded with blood. Maximo and his crew stride inside they all watched me with a glorious face, their weapons dropped and they knelt on the floor showing a sign of respect, placing their hand near the heart they bowed their head and when they lifted their head they all gazed at me and said. "Welcome to his mafia world."

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 shouldn’t say any more than that or they might get back with my family because that's just the way they are. Mafias are ruthless. They are rotten to their core. They aren’t the ideal men written in fictions. They’ll hurt you and put you in danger. Children shouldn’t make the mafia the standard no matter how good they came to be in fictions. They are criminals and I know all of it because I once became an underdog of a mafia. They kill ruthlessly and they don’t care how evil they become. “First you stereotyped us for being noble and now, you are stereotyping us as someone worse than a criminal.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but I think you judged them before you even got to know them.” She chewed her lower lip, pondering my words. “Martinelli is the most powerful mafia family,” she stated as a matter of fact. “They are.” “And they kill people or have people kill for them.” “True.” “They have illegal businesses and supply guns to other mafia families. They have connections with the cartel who supply drugs on the street, and they hire people like you…” she trailed off, looking anywhere but me. “I mean, technically, you are a criminal, Kai. You have been very kind to me, but you killed people, and you do other things for ‘them...’”

She concluded then started the punishment She started whipping me and damn it hurt really bad "Please" I whimper in tears She landed another one me, this time more harder ""Ahhhhhh" I screamed in pains and agony "I'm tired of whipping, bring her down i need to exercise my arm" She said sitting on a chair I was brought down and fell down weakly, my whole body aches from the whipping I was made to kneal opposite her, she smiled after I was opposite her "I hate desperate bitch like you, I so much hate it when someone look down on me, listen here baby girl, this is the Casanova family, we're the SJH mafia gang, do you ever wonder the full mafia name"

Marisa admitted, her nervous smile betraying her uncertainty. Blade, maintaining her formidable demeanor, uncrossed and recrossed her legs, assuming a regal posture. "Well, I'll enlighten you about the Gambino family," she declared, her tone commanding attention. "We're the most feared mafia family globally. Only the heartless and the strongest individuals earn a place within our ranks." Blade paused, then rose to her feet.

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.”

“But I have other aspirations in life. Becoming a mafia wife was never part of my plan.” “Watch your words when you speak of my son,” Mirella warned without looking at her, her attention fixed on the painting as if each word she spoke was just another stroke of the brush. “Dante isn’t just a simple mafioso, as you say. He is the leader of the ’Ndrangheta. The mere mention of the Bellandi name makes lesser men tremble. Don’t get it twisted, girl.” Her tone was soft, but every syllable carried a sharp edge—a reminder that Svetlana was a foreigner in a world that didn’t belong to her.

Would our marriage be entirely loveless like my parents? Not that I cared, I would just tolerate her and have my way with women behind her back. I'm sure she would do the same. I was not even told of her name, what she looked like or what she was like. But she was a woman. The boss of the Italian mafia. How could that be? Women are weak and too emotional. She would be the destruction of the mafia. I chuckled at how the most fierce and depraved mafia in the world would fall at her hands. Everyone knows only a man can run a mafia.

“You know what the consequences are yet you still did it. Dad still doesn’t know about this. He’ll be so disappointed if he finds out. You rarely come here to visit and now with the mafia, he hardly sees you. How can you risk an agreement over revenge?” I stopped at the front door, his question grabbed my attention. “How would you know it was revenge?” “You don’t make a move unless someone wants a death wish. It’s not entirely rare for a massacre here-” “Ouch.” I sneered. “You don’t get to say that. You and your men left everything there into ashes. With your smart ass, I’m sure you did that considering the fucking property has no neighbor. Anyways, it’s not entirely rare for a mass– crimes