La Mafia Toma Mi Amor Novels & Stories

“Not for me. But I know it is for you. And now you want answers, don’t you?” Dante gave a faint, humorless smile. “I have the answers. What I want now is to confirm how deep the Camorra is involved.” The tension thickened. Luca’s eyes gleamed with cunning and mockery. “The Camorra doesn’t dirty its hands with personal disputes. Let’s talk about your new pet.” He took a slow sip, savoring the moment. “They say there’s a woman at your villa—a Russian. An interesting choice.” Fabio tensed slightly behind Dante. De Luca was probing for a crack in the armor.

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.”

He gave me a short description. My blood boiled in my veins. I couldn't control my anger anymore, " What kind of a mafia you are! If you let him blackmail you. " I seethed and punched in the face. I heard Maya screaming. Blood oozed from his nose. I waited for him to punch me back. Which never came. " Listen, brother, I know you are angry with me. " He said, running his thumb on the blood slipping down from his nose. " Brother. " I frowned.

Mia’s pov. My forkful of sticky rice got frozen mid air as soon as father’s next words echoed around the dining table. “One of you is getting married to Mr. Romero the Third of the Romero family, an underboss of the mafia in a few days.” His voice was void of any kind of emotions as usual, but the authority behind those words wasn’t absent. I glanced up at my identical twin, Maeve, who was sitting directly before me at the table, she had her knife frozen in the air while her mouth was parted in nothing but shock.

“And send them back in pieces.” “Yes, Boss.” Marco hung up, his eyes narrowing on the window again — only now, the calm was gone. Now it was war. Someone had just signed their death warrant. Because no one touched Mia. No one even fucking looked at her without his permission. And if they tried? They’d learn the hard way what happened when you crossed the devil. Especially when the devil was in love. His fists clenched at his sides. Mia Cruz. Even her damn name sounded like temptation wrapped in trouble.

The voice sounded like Gwan-Jihoo from the Rifle Squad Team. As the blindfold was removed, she scanned the surroundings. She was inside a villa owned by the Mafia Boss. “Welcome to the Diamond Khangpae, Miss Park So-hee,” said the man seated on a large couch, in a four-leg clamp while smoking a cigarette. She was certain this man was Baek Chang Seol, the ruthless and heartless mafia boss of the organization. She had heard his name countless times, and he was part of her mission after the Black Eagle.

Amy uttered in pure abhorrence for the person who tried to harm her friend. “Girls… Girls…Hold on. Do you have any idea who that man is? What he is capable of doing to Gina? ” Mia spoke switching glances between her friends who grew silent hearing her question because both had no idea about the man. Mia exhaled a deep breath and decides to enlighten them. “He is Alvish Lorenzo, the mafia lord of the underworld. He is a very powerful man in Sicily.” Hearing this Amy let out a shriek and covered her mouth in surprise to which Mia only nodded her head.

He responded with a smile that could convince anyone that he actually was happily in love. I guess they all attend acting classes before being accepted into the mafia. “Do you Sarah Yama, take Lorenzo Doralga as your husband?”. He asked, facing me and my throat immediately became dry. If I say no. What would happen? I thought to myself, when the mafia man nodded to his right, making me look there, only to see a riffle pointed at me. “Y-Yes, I do.” I responded with a shaky voice. I guess my torture just officially started.

“I love you," Chase leaned in and brushed their lips together. “I told you love doesn't exist in our world," "I want to make it exist,” She replied. “I want to change the mafia world," "It's not possible,” He said, pecking her lips as his arm went around her waist. “You can't change this world. Only I can do that," "Then do it for me,"