La Mafia Toma Mi Amor Novels & Stories

"It's not something I'm interested in." Despite her nonchalant tone, I could sense the strain beneath the surface. Part of me wanted to press, to demand the truth. But another part, a more patient one, knew that forcing it wouldn't yield results. The information I needed would come, eventually. Perhaps from her, when she was ready. Perhaps from the men tailing us, once I had them singing a different tune. Just as I was about to break the silence with a neutral topic, Mia surprised me. "I've told you before, I hate the mafia, right?" she said, her voice laced with a raw emotion that sent shivers down my spine. "Everything they stand for, the violence, the control… I hate it all."

I'm sure plenty of men would have wanted to marry her for her mafia. I smiled. "That's one word I would use to describe her." I absentmindedly let my eyes scan the room but they returned to Tom when I couldn't see her. She looked fucking hot in that tight red dress. I saw Tom smiling at me with a knowing look. "Soon Ace, you'll find out what love is and I want you to welcome it with open arms." He spoke while checking the time on his watch. I chuckled in response and shook my head. I don't think I'll fall in love. I scoffed to myself. The mafia is no place for love.

He smirked arrogantly upon my words. “Puppet,” he smirked repeating the word. “That sound interesting, maybe we can try that.” He narrowed his eyes on me without any intention to break the contact. I felt suffocated been jailed in his arms. “Who are you actually?” I asked whilst my eyes scanned tattoos that covering his arm till his chest. “I’m a mafia, love.” He confessed and I can felt his breath fanning on my face. The word ‘love’ that he used doesn’t sound romantic but on the other hand, it sounds scary. Mafia, not someone that I ever expected in my life.

Arriana says. " You know, I'm just standing here, Mother. There is only one man I want, and it is Riccardo. He has not married Mia yet, and although they have children together, he has not even asked her to marry him. I know this because if he did, Mia would have married him. No woman will tell Riccardo no if he asks her to marry. Not even Mia is that stupid," Amara says. She is sure she can get Riccardo to marry her instead of her sister. Amara thinks she is more beautiful than Mia. She also does not have two children, which she has to always drag around with her. She is sure Riccardo wants to be young again, not a father with the responsibilities of two children he does not even know if th

“You are one to talk, aren't you. I mean, we can remember how you kept insisting that you weren’t going to have anything to do with Matteo, but look at you right now. You didn't just have one thing to do with him, you are going for a lifetime of being together." Amelia looked at me and pressed her lips. “Hey, don't come at me like that. Blame it on Matteo. It isn't my fault that I happened to like men who are daring.” She bit her lips as she looked at Matteo from across the pool. “There is something about him being in the Mafia that turns me on.” I crossed my arms and sighed. “You do know Mafia men aren’t just daring, right?" I asked, raising my brow. “They are also deadly.”

He follows, grunting as he fills me once more, collapsing in a heap of sweat and blood. Hours pass like this...pauses for water, soft words whispered in the dark. "I love you, you know," he murmurs once, tracing my collar. Rare tenderness in our twisted dance. "Love you too, boss," I reply, meaning it. In mafia romance, it's blood and cum that bind. Dawn creeps, but we ain't done. One last round: him on his back, me riding him, leash in his grip. I bounce, muscles screaming, moaning loud.

Adam: Mm? Amelia: I'm afraid for my daughters, Adam Adam was surprised: Your daughters?! Amelia: Yes Vera and Tobia Adam Adam: What's new Amelia, you've been living among them for years, what happened? Amelia: The enmity between Mark and the Russian mafia has flared up again and I am afraid that my daughters will be the price Adam: So leave him alone, leave him and come to me Amelia: Leave him?! Adam: Yes, if he loves you, ask him to leave everything and come behind you

He turned to her, startled. “You’re lying to yourself,” she said, voice firmer now. “Every time I see the way you look at me when I’m hurt… every time you touch me like I might break… you think I don’t see it? You think I don’t feel it? You love me, Damian. You just don’t want to admit it.” His jaw tightened. “You keep saying there's no love in the mafia world but the way you act, is different. Please just tell me the truth already. Just say it,” she pleaded. “Say you love me.”

Who brought you here? "I drove down here myself. See, I'm not drunk" " I'll call Armando to come get you" " Matteo..." I held his hand. " I didn't want to kill her. I was pissed off with Rosa and you loving her, it annoyed me. I'm your wife, yet you don't even care about me. Care? You've not even accepted me as your wife. It hurts. I'm your wife and she's out of your life. I'm your wife...what can't you love me? Hold on... because I'm a mafia. Is this karma? Why? Dad lost moma because he's a mafia, at least he found love. Mum loved him but me...my husband doesn't love me"

She asked teasingly. Lost in the depths of her eyes, I suddenly breathed. “I love you.” Her lips curled into a beautiful smile in response. “You have to say it back, miss.” I told her as I took my hand to her hair and tucked it behind her ear. “Or what?” She raised her brow challengingly, a small smile touching her lips. “What would you do, sir?” “I’m a mafia boss.” I reminded her. “I am not afraid of you, big bad mafia boss.”