La Mafia Toma Mi Amor Novels & Stories

Anger ran through my veins and I put my fork on the table. "Okay, I'm sorry, but why the fuck am I here? How do you know my name?" I faced Tom's wrath gaze. "Why are you so curious about it, Kiara." He replied. "Well, I don't know. Maybe you should think about it. Let me help you! Yesterday I was in a café with my best friend and four mafia men came out of nowhere, pulled out a gun and shot some random man. After that, a big muscular guy came to me and took me here! Isn't that a big enough reason?"

She told me and I couldn't miss the sadness in her tone and its normal for a wife who yearns for her husband's time and some affection. "Does he love you?Sorry for my offensive question but I've heard that mafias don't believe in love and emotional bonds."I asked more than for me. "I don't know about the other mafia men but Luca loves me more than anything in this whole world after loosing his whole family in a brutal attack,he shut himself from getting close to anyone in a fear to loose them again.Our marriage was also fixed by Capo Antonio,my father also worked for him.In the initial days of our marriage,he used to keep himself reserve and our relationship used to only limited to sex but s

V) The way my love is dressed today make my heart fluttered . Though the marks which I had given her is perfectly covered by makeup but I couldn't help but stare in sheer pleasure when she took her sweet time walking ever so slowly scared like a doe with her slender neck and that soft petal skin calling me . It took every strength in me to control myself. It might sound absurd but that's the truth . We mafia men are considered heartless by the normal people because of our deeds but it's true that only our loved ones can make us smile and feel like a human being from time to time . I can see the way she looked towards me and got scared so much that she clutched fabio hand but that what make m

she choked out, her voice barely audible. There was no response from the man. It was like he couldn't hear or see her. Kate tried again, struggling to let her words come out. “I can't die without telling you how I feel about you… you brute! You hear me? I love you, Mr. Mafia. I LOVE YOU!” she cried out, her tears falling on his hands.

I never meant to leave her immediately after taking her virginity all those years ago, but my time in the outside world was coming to an end, as my responsibilities to my family were only growing. Now, I was the head of the Russian mafia in California, I could have any woman in my bed whenever I wanted, so why was I pining over her like a lost puppy after just one encounter? Sure, I felt guilty when I though about my actions towards Amaya, but that didn't automatically make me a good man. I didn't get to where I was by being soft or beating myself up for past mistakes, because that was all I allowed myself to think of her as, a mistake. She was a factor I never expected to come into play, an

He replied to her, standing from his seat to lean on his table. “How can a living subject be sold off without her own consent?” She inserted air quotes around the sold off. For a moment, Marie forgot she was standing in front of someone affiliated to the greatest and most dangerous Mafia group in the country. But, what did she have to lose? She was already brought here against her own will, and it doesn’t seem like anyone is going to answer the question as to why she’s here.

It's really painful to see a loved one tear up, all because of your selfish mistakes, but you can't do a damn thing about it. Four weeks ago "Amore?" He questions me worriedly while stroking his thumb on my palm to ease my anxiety. "I don't think I can meet her le miel." [ French translation: Honey.] He chuckles lightly and places a soft peck on my lips. "Three years together with me amore, and you are still afraid when it involves mafia business." He teases with his cheeky smile letting his dimples pop out. I will never get over that angelic smile.

Oh, how wrong she was, how wrong she was to believe that Mafia men could have a heart full of love. How wrong she was to believe that a mafia man could think with a rational mind. A mafia man would always keep anger over love. Stephanie fell like a fool to think that Boris would understand her emotions. Swallowing her emotions she got up and placed her palms on the table in front of her before fixing Boris with an angry protective gaze.

“Isn't that wonderful?” “So what man, are you hesitant about the 09 fortune because of her?” “Angelo, not now.” I waved my index finger in the air. “Hillary is your key to the 09 fortune, why are you hesitant?” “Probably because he's in love with her.” Rafael suddenly joined in, I looked at him with daggers in my eyes. Angelo laughed loudly. “That would be crazy; in this mafia game, there's nothing like love, you know why? Because it makes you weak, no one wants to be weak over a bitch right?”

She blinked her eyes after steadying her steps and raised her head to look into the deep blue eyes. “You are tall…” She chuckled and used her fingers to touch his abs. “This is so hard.” She whispered dazedly, squeezing his pecs muscles. Rosie figured that he must have been the best call boy in this club, his handsomeness was out of this world, an angular face, paired with cold blue eyes. James closed his eyes and tried to control the desire he felt. Seeing the outcome of events, Stacy gasped, The man embracing her bestie has a dangerous temperament. She guessed he might be the call boy Rosie paid three million for… or else??