La Mafia Toma Mi Amor Novels & Stories

She smiled heartily and disengaged "I don't love you Lewis. I need you. It's kinda silly how I've fallen so senselessly and helplessly in love with you. Your darn attitude and that personality. Don't ever go unconscious again,I nearly died Lewis.. you're my life not part of it. But my entire life " He smiled widely and brought her hand closer. He placed it on his racing her "Only you,and you can make my heart beat like this corazón. "He smiled sweetly "So I tamed the heart of a mafia? Mi sól" she smiled again and soon their lips were collided with each other

it's mafia book ,with pain betrayl , twist and cliffhangers, you will surely enjoy the book. Read with some jazz music on. hope you enjoy it. "lets see your hate for me wins or my love for you wins " "This 365 days will a hell for you my love " "This 365 days will be haven for my husband " "AUGUST 1" *daily updates* Chapters start from next page hd hc hv hb ih ii 9ib uv bv yi vi yc ug 8g ni 8o go hi uh no 8g ou n8o df gh bh bh gv c fr ft fg vg v vg vg gy gy gy

“Do you always take your time when your father’s life is on the line?” Amara’s mouth opened, but no words came. He walked toward her slowly, predatory. The room seemed to shrink with each step. “I—I'm here,” she whispered. “You said... if I came, you’d let him go.” He tilted his head, studying her. “I said I’d consider it.” Her eyes flashed. “You’re a liar.” A low chuckle escaped him, dark and amused. “I’m a mafia king, tesoro. Not a priest.”

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.”

The whiskey went down his throat, cold, without taste, the whiskey began to burn in him, and he again looked up at the woman standing there. "You did a grave mistake, no one is allowed to meet me without my permission and you intended to do so. The time I decided to meet, I decided to kill you too. But seeing you not affected by the fact that I can kill you any time, I want to see you for a few more minutes.", he said in a sweet yet cheeky voice, placing his hand under his chin as if he was admiring her reaction. "Why is that? Don't you know, I am a mafia or you don't believe I can kill you?", he said changing his tone to a scary one.

Maeve Ford after graduating high school decides to leave Cario, Egypt for the united states of America in search of her brother who had gone missing for years, to find some clues which could lead her to her brother, she steals a book sorted out by every illegal syndicate, powerful Clans, and even the Mafia, this makes her become a target, and amidst everything she gets caught up in a misunderstanding, entangled with a cold-hearted Ceo, and with the increasing need to find her brother she goes into a contract marriage with the enemy

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."

But I didn’t have time to waste—I needed to be inside her. I laid on top of her, her hands trailing down my back. She looked at my tattoos. She was wet enough for me to enter her, and when I did, she gasped. With every thrust, I leaned further into her. Her body trembled under every touch. I desired her. Or worse—I loved her. That’s why I had left her in the past. Because love is a weakness in the mafia. And the moment I realized that, I knew—I’d do anything for her.

"Okay, angelo mio. Everyone is excited to see you so get some rest tomorrow is a very busy day." I smiled weakly. My engagement party was tomorrow, to a man I hardly knew. His name was Emilio Armani and he was 40, the head of the Italian mafia. A shiver ran down my spin. I had just turned 20, but this was a peace treaty that had to be honored. If it was violated in any way, they would come after me and my family.