La Mafia Toma Mi Amor Novels & Stories

he said, starting to kiss my neck. My whole body heated up, Selena growled and panted. “Please, yes,” I said. I wondered where we were, how we got here. I heard voices through the bedroom door. Surely this wasn’t his place, it wasn’t befitting a mafia guy, I thought. It was okay enough but very basic, very suburbs. Hell, what did I know about them anyway? He swept my hair behind my head and cradled my face and neck. “I love you Emilia. I vow to cherish you, and protect you and our family with my life forever,” he said, licking over my marking spot.

Tears are flying down my face. Hurt, pain, and disappointment are all eating me up. The Mafia wants to get hold of these biochips. I was sacred of the doctors getting hold of them. What about the Mafia? This is very bad. It was all the plan since day one to give them the prototype for the biochips. But how naïve of me. I gave them more. I gave them my heart. What did I do so wrong? That I am always falling deeply in love with the men who don’t just break me.

My fear strangled me, making every word stick in my throat. Then his palm slammed against the table with a loud, echoing bang! The sound rattled through my bones, jolting me into speech. “My name is—” My voice cracked. I swallowed and tried again. “Katrina Jones… but my friends and family call me Kiki.” He leaned back slightly, repeating the name as if testing its weight. “Kiki.” Hearing him say it made my head snap up. My eyes locked on his face, searching for a clue of what he meant by speaking it that way. His gaze lingered on me, sharp and unreadable, as if he were waiting to see how I would react.

Chapter 14: (Rachel's pov) My body seized under his presence and my mind became restless. The words from Andrew during the call were ringing in my ears. "Am I cheating on him? I do love him the most. Vincenzo is just my mission. I can't let him change my heart anyway. Once a mafia is always a mafia." I repeated with my trembling lips and pushed Vincenzo to move away from his grip. "What the hell are you doing?" He yelled after falling to the ground.

I could see the tension in his shoulders, the controlled fury beneath his calm exterior. He glanced at me. “Stay behind me.” I didn’t argue this time. Not when Mia was so close. With a swift motion, Damian kicked the door open. The scene before us made my blood run cold. Mia was tied to a chair, her face bruised, her wrists raw from struggling against the ropes that bound her. She looked up, her eyes filled with relief—and terror. And standing beside her, smirking, was Bianca. “Well, well,” Bianca purred, her lips curling into a smile. “Took you long enough.”

'I should have taken my chance and made love to her. "What is so wrong with loving her?" His breathing became heavy as he realized he was falling in love with Chiara. He knew she was in the mafia and that alone should have deterred him, but he found himself being drawn to her time and time again. He could not resist her, no matter how hard he tried, she was slowly worming her way into his heart.

“Welcome to the base of the Italian Mafia here in America, Tesoro.” My breath catches. My head snaps to Jasmine, my mind racing. She smirks knowingly. “Yes, Edwina, I am part of the mafia. And this—” she gestures grandly “—is my home too.” My vision blurs slightly as reality crashes down on me. My heart pounds erratically. “I’m dreaming,” I whisper to myself, but the weight of Raffaele’s hand against my cheek, the way his thumb strokes gently, grounds me in the terrifying reality of it all.

But as her feet crossed the threshold, fear turned to desperation. “They were from the Camorra!” she cried out, her voice cracking. Silence crashed over the room. Dante narrowed his eyes, a low, dark growl rumbling from his chest. “Maledetta donna…” he muttered in Italian, every syllable dripping with loathing. He ran his tongue along his teeth, calculating. The Camorra. Not surprising—but Olivia’s involvement made it infinitely worse. He turned to his men. “Take them to the dungeons.” Olivia thrashed in panic.

It felt like the air was filled with onions, making my nose sting and my eyes want to tear up. I didn’t dare check social media and avoided all gatherings and parties. I cut off every channel through which I might hear news about Leonardo. Until one day, my mom called. “Sweetheart, did you receive the Parma ham and salami I had sent over?” Looking at the half-meter-tall box by my feet, I felt a headache coming on. “Mom, it’s too much. I can’t finish it. Don’t send so much next time.” “If you can’t finish it, give some to Leonardo. Don’t you live pretty close to him?”

“No. He wouldn’t” “He did,” Elias said quietly. She looked at him, betrayal slicing through grief. “You knew?” “Yes.” “And you still” Her voice broke. “You let me love him.” Elias’s pain mirrored hers. “I didn’t think it mattered anymore.” Leonardo laughed. “Tragic, isn’t it? Everyone’s a monster eventually.” Maria turned slowly back to him. Something inside her finally snapped not loudly, not violently, but completely. “Let her go,” Maria said again, her voice calm now. Deadly. “You want me? Fine.”