Lord Of Crime Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I could only hope that my lycan get backs before it was too late. But apart from this, would she want to get tangled up with a mafia lord? Obviously, she didn’t know who I was, well nobody knew. What they knew was that I was a rich businessman with different companies under my name. Nobody knew that all that was just a cover for what I really did, except the few clans had prepositioned us to wear collars. I was beginning to regret that decision. “I understand, Liam. She is too innocent for me and what I do. I get it. Is that the only reason why you are here?” I asked him, standing up from the bed, feeling the need to take a bath seriously.

No wonder Lucario had kept mute, saying nothing. Lord Lucas was the leader of the second leading mafia gang in the vicinity, Python Confraternity. He was domineering and powerful too, just like Lucario. But Lucario, beats him hands down in fame, influence and affluence. Lucario is more commanding than he is. For a long time now, Lord Lucas has been asking for her hand in marriage, but she has vehemently refused. She just doesn't know what love is, and she is never ready to experience it, not now, not ever. Even if she wanted to, it wouldn't be with someone like Lord Lucas, that beast.

The mark beneath the paste pulsed, hot enough to steal my breath. He did not let go. Storm-gray eyes locked on mine. His scent hit me full force. Pine and power. It clogged my thoughts until there was nothing else. “You’re mine,” he said again, firmer. I forced the lie past numb lips. "That's impossible, my lord." His brow lifted. Then he smiled. My heart slammed so hard it hurt. "Are you calling me a liar?" I shook my head. My hands would not stop shaking. “I'm an omega slave. I don't have a wolf. I can't feel any bond. "

He straddled my legs, pinning me down with a dark, unreadable look. “You need to learn your place,” he murmured, his voice sending a shiver down my spine. “You’ve forgotten that I’m a crime lord; there are certain things we fucking have in place, and mundane people like you wouldn’t get it.” I struggled beneath him, but his grip was iron. “Dontrell, stop—” His belt unbuckled with a sharp click. My breath came in rapid bursts. “Tonight, I’m taking back what’s mine," he growled, his breath hot against my lips. "You forgot the rules, but don’t worry—I’ll carve them into your skin. Every inch of you belongs to me, and I’m claiming you piece by fucking piece."

"He's not a Mafia. You're only believing the tales we heard without using our own eyes to see what is true and false." She stared at me silently, holding her tumbler tightly. "He's a business man, and my bad wolf, " I smirked. Cassandra nodded. She couldn't say anything to counter my words. It was a clear sign that I had defeated her by showing how better my Alpha Lord was against her puny Damian. "I've heard you. Seems I was worried for nothing. You really are... Happy," She forced out, putting on a smile. As She talked, claiming to be excited about my new found life, I felt my body getting hot and horny real hard.

"Business! Really Business. Torturing a man is the way you do your business. You know I'm not surprised. When it comes to you, I shouldn't be surprised" "Mariana I…" " No why should I?" She cuts me off. " A man who kidnapped young girls and forced them to work at a a fucking club. Either as cleaners, bartenders or even whores!. So no Lorenzo McLaren I'm not surprised by your choice in business. You're a fucking Mafia Lord for Christ sake!" She screamed at me. I could see the anger and the pain in her eyes. Her face and eyes were red, probably from crying before. I'm tongue tied. I don't know what to say to her. Could I tell her that I tortured Montez for information? She'd never understand.

Dylan feigned a hurt expression and placed his palm over his heart. “What? Do you work with him?” Dominique questioned. Dylan smirked. He was enjoying the game, “Have you seen him?” “No, never.” Dominique gave a straight answer but a frown settled on his brows when Dylan let out a dark chuckle. “Well then hello to you. I am the psychopathic Mafia Lord you were talking about.” He asserted and flashed Dominique a small smile but that only ceased his heartbeat. “W-What? That’s not possible.” Dominique couldn’t embrace reality. He was ’The Black”.

I started to regret saying that out loud, as I wasn’t so sure I was ready to give my virginity to him, but I was highly aroused to even think straight now. Anyway, even if it doesn’t happen today, I know I would still have sex with him sooner or later because that is exactly what being a mafia lord's pet entails. So why not enjoy the pleasure already? He broke off the kiss and then palmed my pussy, pinching my already throbbing clit, and a moan escaped my lips. It seems this guy was ready to send me to the psych ward. One hand flew to my breast teasing my nipples as the other continued to stroke my pussy, making me moan and gasp, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

he said. “Shut up” I said angrily and whipped him hard on his bare flesh. The thorns on the whip peeled off his flesh and I could see his inner skin and bone. Mateo and Marco cringed and closed their eyes, refusing to watch the horrible sight. “Open your eyes and see how I deal with the people that dares to betray me” I commanded them and they opened their eyes. “I'm the Mafia Lord. The one and only Antonio Romano. No one dares to betray me” I screamed and angrily started whipping Luca all over his body, tearing his flesh with each whip and soon his body became a bloody mess.

My voice cracked at the end but I didn't care. There was no use putting on a bravado when he knew he scared me to shit. Maintaining the same position, he rolled up his sleeve to reveal the scar decorating the upper part of his arm. "A lucky miss." "We better work on that." He added. "Why?" Now, I was going to ask the question I really wanted to ask. I wasn't going to ask him how he found me. He was a Crime Lord, if he could break the law, he could find anyone he wanted to.