La Mafia Toma Mi Amor Novels & Stories

Amelia asked, adjusting her veil. Eduardo hesitated, lowering his voice. “It’s about your husband… Miguel. He’s a mafia boss, Amelia. Are you sure you want that kind of life? Guns, fights, drug dealings this world isn’t safe.” Amelia smiled faintly, brushing a curl from her face. “Papa, the fact that he’s a mafia boss doesn’t mean he’s not caring, sweet, or gentle. I love him, and he loves me. That’s all that matters.”

As he stretched out on the soft couch, he breathed out deeply and sent a cloud of fragrant smoke into the air. Logan Castillejo is a well-known member of the Foedus Corp, which is a well-known mafia group. Taking people's lives is a job that he does with ease and grace. Logan was born into a wealthy and politically influential family, so he grew up with a lot of money and comfort. He quickly and easily gets what he wants. Logan always gets what he wants, no questions asked. The way he lives his life is based on this philosophy. He is an only child, so everything comes to him easily and he lives a very comfortable life.

I decided to taunt her more I want her to loose it . I moved closer to her and touch her lips ,I felt a weird connection between us ,so I moved close to her and whisper in her ear .. where do u want it lil slut? Here or outside ?? I fanned her neck .. she shivered lightly .. I was about to do more before I felt someone pull me back … I had totally forgotten my sister is here .. lilo dear ! Sorry but I will talk to you later I need to leave now and she .. I said pointing to the girl is coming with me ….. she made to protest but I stopped her no lilo I promise you I won’t kill her … take care lil sister I said and peck her on her head ….. I dragged the girl along with me , we got to my car ,ge

"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 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.”

Her heart skipped a beat as she held her breath for a moment. “I’m so sorry, Mi Amore. It will never happen again, hmm?” Voice soft, he spoke. While his arms were wrapped around her waist, his chin was over her shoulder, having his breath splash through her bare skin. “I knew it was wrong. I should’ve known better. I should’ve considered your feelings. It won’t happen again, please…” He added, feeling so guilty. But the last thing he said just resulted in a chuckle from Georgia. Can a mafia even consider a person's feelings? He's just speaking trash!

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

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