Mafia Bl Series Novels & Stories

“Señorito, lost a lot of blood and he needs some as soon as possible. He’s type AB+.” “I’m AB+.” The Mafia Boss speaks and there is a willingness in his voice to give his blood. “Kindly enter the room, Señor.” “May I enter too?” Viviana asks while tears are falling in her bloodshot eyes. “Cara, stay here. I’ll take care of everything. Rest.” Luigino kisses her forehead before entering the room. He knows how emotional his wife is, especially when it comes to her children. “Mamma…” Leandro Marchetti, Leo’s younger brother, is rubbing his eyes while walking toward Viviana.

sofie replied. Today's the day for the meeting between the two major mafia groups in London. I, Kiara Blade. I'm about to attend a meeting with my father Leo Blade, the leader of the Blade Mafia family, in order to sign a marriage treaty with the new Mafia lord of the Darkwood society. “Father, do you honestly believe that the Darkwood would really accept this treaty even after the 15 years war we have had with them?” I asked silently as we were on our way to the meeting site.

“I love Liam… I want him. No matter what, I am still your son, and I want your blessing. Either you give it to me, or you will be destroyed by me.” His eyes narrowed in fury, and I could see the lines of his forehead deepen. Everyone seemed not to be breathing at that point in anticipation of what was about to happen. “You think you’ve won,” he spat, his voice low and dangerous. “But you have not. I am not the only one who decides if you marry this man or not… Remember, this is only the white wedding between you two. There will still be the black wedding—the mafia’s recognition. Without my blessing, Liam will never be recognized by the family or the gang.”

I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him quickly only to be interrupted by Landon. "Can't you two seriously wait? We're kind of in the middle of something if you don't remember." I grinned at him before shooting one of the opposing mafia members just before they could reach him, unbeknownst to him due to his complaining. His eyes widened as he glanced back at the body lying behind him then turned to face me again. "Thanks." I nodded, the grin growing on my face.

It was forbidden for the toys to go down the basement, it was for another work. "Pablo..." she said and a man handsome in black jeans and navy blue shirt along with a black leather jacket, his hair tied up in a bun as he turned around smoking a cigarette. "Oh, Blair... we got a problem with Giovanni..." he spoke in his seductive tone. "Pablo, handle this already. I have got a lot to do," Cliterella aka Blair Fernsby... she's the love therapist at day and mafia boss at night. She is said to the worst Irish mafia lady... the most fierce one of all.

"That is a permanent entanglement." Sorokin glanced at him. "Every relationship in this world is a permanent entanglement. Your organization is not exempt from that." "What does the protection cover," I said. "Everything is currently on your table," Sorokin said. "The Italian don. The federal situation. The Moretti remnants." He paused. "The Bratva has maintained neutrality in the Italian and federal conflicts in this city for six years. That neutrality ends the moment you acknowledge the debt." "You would go against Caruso," I said.

Bastian asked curiously, when he saw a different smile on Arsenio's face. "We'll see who has made this mess." Arsenio grinned angrily. He opened the Strongest Mafia System application, then read the notification that had just come in. [New Data] [Name: Hendry] [Age: 40 years old] [Race Type: Human] [Level: Titled Mafia] [Action Points: 100++] [Action Points: 1200++] [Position: Head of Blue Blood Moon Organization] Arsenio knitted one eyebrow. Apparently, the organization was called the Blue Blood Moon. No wonder it was different from the one Around led.

“You’re leaving for Italy. Your name stays Jay. You’re the perfect person for this mission.” Jay exhaled slowly and accepted the documents. He glanced at the file — photos, notes, mafia profiles. One name stood out: Rafael “Rafe” Bianchi. The mafia boss of Milan, infamous for his ruthlessness, his dominance, and… apparently, his taste in men. The assistant appeared with a small suitcase. “Your things are here. And you’ll need to change your appearance for the mission,” she said.

I observe my reflection without managing to avoid thinking about many situations that have passed during this last time, resulting in many secrets have been revealed to me, more than I estimated, a world spread out in front of me that I was not able to see and now take shape in front of an opaque, dense, dark background. On the one hand, I encounter the reality that Black is in a world of mafias that he is trying to get out of, which I do not think is without paying a high price in the attempt. Then there is his secret family, the wife he says he left behind without her having untied herself from him and the daughter he hides to protect her, a secret he now shares with me. Finally, Mikael Sy

I could just kill her like I did her step father, but where was the fun in that? “The drink is going to evaporate if you keep staring at it that way.” I told her, bringing her out of her train of thought. She raised her head to look at me before she smiled and looked away, “I will be fine.” “Can I buy you a drink?” I asked. I had a feeling I couldn’t suppress somewhere in me that she was going to recognize who I was, but she didn't. Blake didn't allow anyone to photograph us. People knew that there was a big mafia in Sicily, but no one knew who we were. For all anyone knew, he was just a business man just like every other wealthy man in Sicily.