Kata Kata Mafia Kejam Novels & Stories

The meeting continued. Leonard Kim, head of the Shadow Mafia in Italy, stood after a moment. He had that measured look, like every word was chosen for effect. “Sir Eric, the other mafia organizations in America are in chaos. Since those three major groups were arrested with heavy evidence from a government spy, they’ve been scrambling to find new alliances.” I set my phone aside and faced him. “Indeed.” “I think you should be careful,” he said, eyes looking at me. “Of course.”

His devilish grin has a shiver of fear, mixed with something dark and enjoyable, running down my spine. “I am Alessio Peccati. The mafia king.” It seems like our sweet and good natured Catherine might have a dark side that she hides. I wonder if she will explore these fantasies and desires with Alessio since he obviously awakens them.

‘Aleksis Agustus, Chief Executive of Octagon Solutions’ How shameless of her husband to say he was fired from a company he owns? A flicker of excitement rushed into her eyes. All these years, Sierra has tried to dismiss the world she grew up in. The rush and hunger for danger were pulsing through her heartbeat. The same way it would always do whenever she was given a task. There was no need to ask who would play this game better. She knew damn well who would be a better player. All she had to do now was plan her way to make Alek feel like winning, and just when he got a hold of the trophy, she’d sneak in and snatch victory away from him. Maybe kill him. Well, that would be optional.

The masked man whispered, sarcasm dripping from his words. His voice sounded vaguely familiar, just a little. Or maybe I'm just imagining things. "Yes he does." "Listen Cecilia," she grabbed my hand, shaking it desperately, "Listen to me very attentively. In this country, Mafias are the cruellest men known on earth. Any creature who is bought as a slave by them would rather go through literal hell, because it's a fate worse than hell. Slaves are nothing. They sleep out with the dogs, are used, raped by their owners whenever it pleases the bastards. They don't have a will."

he says. Daniel shook his head. "Believe it or not, you're going to need a lot of men right now, especially if you're looking for Harry Peterson's father," he replied in surprise as he stepped closer to him. "He's a mafia like us," Daniel replied sternly. Lyon paused, knowing that mafias like theirs were more difficult to deal with than ordinary gangsters. "And why should I trust you?" "I have many connections with him, and I can offer you my men, Lyon."

Maybe, here in this house by the sea, they could carve out a different kind of forever. A forever where love was stronger than blood. Where promises meant more than power. Where a mafia king could fall to his knees for the reckless, beautiful girl who taught him to feel again. And stay there, grateful, for the rest of his life. ---

And to worsen the situation, his bodyguards stood like statues, blocking the exits. Hannah, who had been chatting with someone at the bar, finally noticed what was happening. Her face went pale as she hurried over. "Scarlett?" she asked, her voice shaky. Then she looked at Liam, and her eyes widened in recognition. "Wait, you’re…" Her voice trailed off, and I saw the fear flash across her face. She knew him. Everyone seemed to know him. Liam DeLuca, the godfather of some gang, Europe’s biggest mafia—at least that was what Hannah had told me earlier today in class.

* * * * * * * * * * PD Luciana wandered through the villa's garden, the scent of blooming flowers and freshly cut grass filling her lungs. But her mind wasn't on the serene surroundings. Alessandro's words echoed in her thoughts; "Antonio's family is Mafia... they're ruthless. They'll stop at nothing to get what they want." She shivered, despite the warmth of the sun on her skin. The Mafia's reputation was notorious - brutal killings, extortion, and corruption. They operated in the shadows, and their influence reached the highest echelons of power.

The mafia was unpredictable, for all I could know this might be a rival gang, and I was hoping that was not the case. "Calm your horses, they're my gang." Nico confirmed curtly. I was scared of meeting them as a thousand torture scenes flashed through my mind and I knew that they were going to drag out my death. “Why are you doing all of this? Why not just kill me and be done with all of this madness?” "Heh..." A brief mocking laughter came. "Kill you? As much as I would love to do that, I can't do it at least not yet. I have a deal with the consigliere who happens to be your father.”

The way he made me ride him was so damn good. "It's also a sin." Killian suddenly stopped rocking my hips, holding me firmly over his large cock. "I have business here and then we leave again. Keep tempting me and I will make our next destination your new home." He looked darkly at me, forcing a deep shiver down my spine. I didn't fear his words like I should though. They excited me. He was caving to me and I would soon feel him again. I could have mind blowing sex with this mafia criminal for a few days. What would be the harm?