Novel & Cerita Life In The Mafia

"Love... You aren't afraid? You're not repulsed by what I do?" "I remember reading a lot of stories. the story of mafias." She excitedly said. Arthur blinked at her, his mind trying to wrap around the idea that she was seeing this all as some sort of romantic fantasy. He chuckled softly, his voice tinged with amusement. "Love, real mafia life is nothing like those stories. It's dangerous, violent, and it's not romantic in any way. You understand that, right?" "and?" Luna raised an eyebrow. "you brought me in this world for what?"

To not wake up every day wondering if it would be my last. But that wasn’t how things worked. “I don’t have the luxury of dreaming about peace,” I said finally. “This life—it’s all I’ve ever known. Even if I wanted out, there’s no way to leave without ending up in a grave.” “But what if you could change things?” she pressed. I shook my head. “You don’t get it, Clara. The Mafia isn’t built for peace. It’s built on power, control, and fear. If you’re not strong, you’re dead. That’s the reality.”

I mumble. I was really hoping to see Rio this morning because we still need to talk about how we were to play the “marriage act”. “I know it’s not a life you are used to,” Mama Agness continues, “but guns and bloodshed are quite the norm in the mafia life. Even though I do try my best to make sure they keep most of it away from the house.” She holds my hand, turning my attention back to her. “You wouldn’t have to worry about anything.”

Like fate had decided to play dirty. The first time I saw him was months ago, at a party. A work night for me, just another contract, another throat to slit and vanish before the champagne went flat. I didn’t expect to lock eyes with a mafia heir dressed in black silk and sin, his gaze catching mine across a room full of killers and crooked kings. I’d slipped out unseen, job finished, but my mind had stayed behind hooked on him. Rafa. And now he was here again. No plan. No chase. Just him.

"—it's giving his rumours credibility." "I'm fine," I said automatically. "Are you?" Chloe pressed. "Because if someone is hurting you, or forcing you into something—" "No one is forcing me into anything," I interrupted, my voice firmer than I felt. Isabella's eyes softened. "Then tell us the truth. Who is he?" I opened my mouth, then closed it. What could I say? That I'm married to a mafia boss? That I live in a mansion with armed guards and a traumatised five-year-old who calls me Mama?

"I can't imagine anyone hurting you when I'm in your life. I couldn't tolerate that night too, when I tried to wake you up from the unconsciousness and you didn't, I nearly felt that I lost you. When I took you to the doctor, he refused to admit you, because I didn't have a single penny in my pocket, for your treatment! All you were like lying on the stretched and trembling in the fever. You don't have any idea love, how much I felt helpless, weak, powerless that day! That I couldn't protect the love of my life. The lover in me failed miserably. That day I realized the value of money in life " He gazed at her in a firm confident voice. "My Abbu's name saved you, in an instant doctor admitted

'My name?' He asked with a shocked expression. 'Yes.' He frowned and looked me in the eyes. 'Giovanni, my name is Giovanni LaRosa.' I smiled to myself. It's long and sexy, just what I hoped for. 'Okay, uhmm...' I was thinking what question I could ask. 'Do you do illegal stuff?' I asked. 'Yes. I do.' He said. Jesus, that was easy.. I nodded my head and thought of the possible thing he did. Maybe he killed more than just my sister. Or he is into drugs. Or woman export. You never know. But I'm already screwed, so fuck it.

Maria sighed, tracing her fingers through her hair in frustration. "Long story short, Mafia gang leader has a grudge against my father and he wants to kill me for his so-called revenge. I have been proven to be a threat to many of the lives around me so to keep them safe I somehow ended up here as a guy." Maria was non-stop going on while Michael was trying to process her every single word.

“I promise.” I placed my hand in her face. God I loved this girl so fucking much it hurt. “We’re not who you think we are Mil. We live two very different lives, one you’ve already seen and the other is hidden.’ I stopped taking a deep breath before I continued. ‘We’re not like you and Kacey Mil. Me and Orlando come from a different world from both of you. We have many enemies that either want it, take us out and ruin us or just kill us. We’re one of the biggest English mafia groups here, the Hemings a close second. We deal in drugs and firearms. The Hemings are our rivals, they hate us and they really hate us. Last night we had a shipment coming in. We both told Fletcher something was very w

" On your right side. Turn the lamp on. " Catalina found the switch and pressed it. As soon as she touched it, an alarm went off. The pakhan snatched the gun from her hands and with one hand pushed her on the bed with him. She collided with his naked hard chest and now the gun rested on her cleavage. " Rule number 1 . Never believe a Mafia. " He laughed loudly and footsteps echoed in the corridor. The door opened with several men in there and one of them switched on the lights at last.