Mafia And His Angel Novels & Stories

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

He was hungry for blood and needed the screams or someone pleading for mercy to ease the anger he felt towards life and he has just found the perfect scapegoat. First, the bastard sold her off to become a sex slave just so that he could pay his death and now he was hearing he had molested Arya as a child? Diego had been trouble from the start, swinging from one Mafia boss and gambling house to another, trying to help in dealing drugs so he could gamble away. Always getting himself caught up in one mess or the other. He had not been a responsible father to Arya when her mother had died and he still has the guts to molest her?

"Lives with her dad. They're hard-core broke so she works lots of part-time jobs. Her mom is terminally ill. Has been like that for a few years now. We trailed her a bit more and found out the money she stole was deposited for her mom's hospital bills. Should we move in on her?" I didn’t answer. Instead, I turned to my laptop and typed in the name Movark. A file popped up on the screen. My eyes scanned the document, and suddenly, I froze. A slow, wolfish grin spread across my face as I read, followed by a low chuckle. Jet frowned, glancing at Marcus, who looked equally confused. “Boss?” Jet ventured cautiously. I leaned back in my chair, chuckling softly. The sound grew louder, echoing throu

A true fallen angel is not afraid of darkness, but appreciates it, adores it, and enjoys it. In the same way that in Colombia they prepared an exclusive party, where there were guests of all kinds, exotic, eccentric, etc.. The important thing was that they had money and that they collaborated with the illicit association that Maria De La Cruz was trying to lead, and that was also growing and leaving in its wake the personalized Mexican brand. That party was very difficult for her, since there were faces, images that had done her wrong at some point, that were not friends at all, but she knew that world had to be extremely cold, and that was how little by little she was becoming a successful

Angel glanced between the two men and shrugged. “What I needed to, to get Jordan on board. His dad will not follow me, he will fight, but I can make short work of him if he keeps on. So, I told Jordan about the last man who thought I was just a supposed pretty face.” Damian lifted a brow but it was Antonio who answered. “The worst part about what Angel did to that man was cut off his dick.” Damian glanced back at Angel who only shrugged again. “I’m not a good woman, I belong to the mafia, my sins run deep and the blood I have spilled runs like a river. You can go, if you like, you wouldn’t be the first,” she told him in all honesty.

I said "Told you what? Can someone please tell me what's going on?" He said angrily "Mia and her husband Chad used to abuse her," Damian said and almost choking on the word abuse "What?" He asked in shock "She also knows about the mafia and she can also fight and is known as Angel, Raven, and Butterfly in the underground world," Caleb said "Please tell me he's kidding," Edward said "He's not," I said looking down at my hands and hoop she is still safe and unharmed

I looked at Angel and opened the message. "Are you following me?" Read the message. I hiked a brow and scoffed at him which left a scowl blanketing his face. I decided to play so I just ignored him and watched the players instead pretending to be totally amazed. ____ Angel I had been out with my men to attend to business. We went to meet up with Don Ricardo, one of the men I had ally with in the business. He was a friend of my step father and had rendered useful ideas to me when I first took over the mafia business.

she says with a hint of sadness. "Well?" Angel finally speaks. "How do I put this......" mama drags out. "We as a family are running the Italian Mafia"

he went on, his eyes narrowing, “something is stopping me.” His words shocked me, and I stared at him, unable to hide my disbelief. Angelo—the ruthless, feared mafia lord—was considering helping me? Before I could speak, he held up a hand. “Don’t thank me yet,” he said sharply. “There’s more you need to hear.” I nodded silently, my fingers tightening around the hem of my skirt. He sat back, his expression unreadable. “The man you killed,” he began, his voice low, “was a retired clan leader. He was a rival of my father’s, so in a way, you did me a favour.”

"I've murdered thousands of people that i can't count and at the end didn't feel even a smidge of guilt inside of me, yes angel!, I am nothing but a blood tasty monster." In the dim light, his eyes watched her relentlessly as he said his words, like a falcon watches a fleeing morsel. In slow accretion, he extended his free hand and wrapped it around her waist. "I dedicated my whole life to the mafia but after some years, i left, maybe i was probably tired of coating my hands and whole body with blood but recently things had turned more worse than i thought" Angelina fingers clenched his shirt tightly like she was scared that he'd disappear into thin air.