La Mafia Toma Mi Amor Novels & Stories

As we say goodbye and draw the curtains of Pains of Amara, lets welcome Nicole and Raphael story in: A MAFIA'S POSSESSION Anticipate my new story "A Mafia's Possession" A dark mafia romance of two star crossed lovers. Take care you all!

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!

My love I'm sorry if I can't fight you because of my position in the mafia. Even if we are different, even if the opinions of others are in conflict, remember that I love you very much. You know I can't afford to hurt you, especially to kill. Get away, run away. You will always remember how much I love you. Yours truly, R.M.

Now, Thomas is back to set things right. But things are a bit different now. He has his eyes on River, the silver haired girl he had saved few weeks ago. On his way to settle the scores with Hayden. The one Hayden seemed to be so possessive about. He was now curious about her. What could she have done to captivate Hayden's interest? Though there was one thing only dear ones were aware of. Both of the mafia bosses are close friends. Though their friendship has been strained over time. "I come in peace." Thomas said, lifting his hand in surrender with a small smile on his lips. Hayden narrowed his eyes at him, as though scanning him for any lies. But apparently he found none.

I say. And when they find out they will have to pick sides for the war that will start because of me. When the time comes I promise myself I will tell them but for now, they must think that I still love Declan Blue Diaz leader of La mafia de la Muerte. (The Mafia of Death)

Maya asked as she stopped in front of me. I nodded at Mike. “You have all the company you need. What does any of it have to do with me?” “I know things between the three of us ended on a sour note and I wanted to be sure that you don’t hold grudges towards me for taking the love of your life away from you?” Maya added in a mocking tone. “You took Mike from me and I got married to your father, the biggest Mafia Lord in Los Angeles. I’d happily make this trade all over again.” I smirked.

He brushed a hair out of my face and leaned into my ear, "Hello Melody." ---- Unknown POV I need to see her. And not just on camera, but in person. She's beautiful and perfect. "Are you crazy?" My coworker said. I glared at him, and he looked away from me. Smart. "I am crazy, I love her," I stated. My whole mafia knew I was in love with this girl. They thought I needed to find someone new. Well, now those who thought that...they're all dead now. "You know what to do." I nodded to my tech guy. I only know some of their names. When Tom died, his mafia became mine. I was his right-hand man, after all. All of us hated him. They thought I'd be a better leader. Boy were they wrong.

She didn't bother hiding them. “I spent years raising my son alone because of them.” Her fingers tightened around her glass. “The only thing I have ever truly hated in this world is the mafia.” Her voice cracked. “The mafia stole the love of my life from me.” My smile slowly faded.

She made her choice, and she’ll stand by it. Nestled in her vise grip, I claimed her lips for a gentle kiss, hands scaling the length of her smooth back. “I am the Spanish mafia don now, Viviana. I have more responsibility on my shoulder, which means more danger.” “Do you love me?” “You know I do. I never stopped, amor… never will.”

“Angel—” “No.” My voice cut through his. “You want me to listen? Listen to who, Castle? A mafia don who probably spends half his days peddling drugs, ruining the lives of kids who never had a chance?” He slammed the wheel, frustrated, but I didn’t care. “You talk about love, about protecting me—but let’s not forget the little detail about Tomas. Your best friend. Your right hand. The man you kissed.” I lifted my hands, air-quoting every venomous word.