Mafia Bl Series Novels & Stories

Realizing that it was not the right time to address the issue of Lily sneaking out and grabbing his dick, Alessandro decided to wait until she sobered up the next day. As they stepped outside, Alessandro received a call from his trusted associate, Theo. "Wait for me in the car," Alessandro instructed Lily, handing her his keys. Lily nodded in understanding, took the keys, and departed. As Alessandro picked up the call, he was startled by the alarming news that Theo delivered. It appeared that their recent business partner, Dima, had deceived them. Instead of exporting guns as promised, the containers were discovered to contain people, with half of them already dead. The revelation filled Ale

That wasn't comforting. “And if she isn't?” “We will kill each and every one of them. Vincenzo is ruthless, but he is not stupid. I am sure he wouldn't want to start a war with you”, Ben said, no matter how comforting his words were. These people were Mafia lords, they feared no one, not even the law itself. My eyes drifted off to the CCTV footage, “Cara is leaving, let's follow her” I said, standing up. Usually, I wouldn't be present to catch her myself, but I was anxious about Taylor, any sort of distraction just not to worry was highly welcome.

“I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean it like that. I’m not saying the baby was unfortunate. I’m trying to let you know that what’s done is done. It’s hard, I know. But there are more to come. Please… can we just continue watching the movie?” Donatella blinked through tears, lips trembling. Mikhail wiped her face, pressed a soft kiss to her lips, and pulled her into him again. “I love you so much,” he whispered. “Always remember that.” Donatella exhaled shakily and relaxed against him, letting herself melt back into his arms. ************** It was Friday. The Bratva Empire and La Mano Rojas were both preparing for their final one-on-one war. Adrian, Natalia, and Savannah had managed to sneak out w

Her robe was drawn tightly around her thin frame, her dark hair streaked with silver, her eyes searching her daughter’s face for answers. Elena forced a smile. “I’m fine, Mama.” Her mother frowned, unconvinced, but said nothing as Elena stepped inside. The warmth of home wrapped around her, smelling faintly of soap and the stew her mother had made earlier. Her little brother was asleep on the couch, his head lolling against the armrest, a comic book slipping from his hand. Elena’s chest tightened. She carefully tucked a blanket over him and brushed the hair from his forehead. He was only twelve. Too young to carry the weight of debts and mafia threats. Too young to understand that his sister

"Now you can imagine what I am capable of doing to you, right? You see, my little Love, I could crush your neck right now, and no one would ever know. I could strip you down and fuck you right here on this bed, and absolutely no one would come to save you." His smirk vanished, replaced by an expression of pure, chilling stone. "So, this is my final warning. Do not test my patience. I am already having a very hard time keeping my cool around you, and you are being fucking impossible. The next time you decide to open your smart mouth, think very carefully about the consequences. Alright?" "Y-yes," I choked out, the tears flowing freely now. "Are... are you in the mafia?" the words tumbled out

Dark hair framed his sharp features, eyes as dark as the burning pits of hell danced with glee, lips quirked up in a menacing smile. Balandin. “Xavier, you have twenty-four hours, or your father is next. I know you don’t care for him a fucking bit, but his death will not be for your own show. I will hand him over to the Japanese if you don’t comply, yes?” The Italian mafia had long been a rival of the Japanese mafia. Their hatred for one another sticks to the bones and goes back in time before our grandfathers were born. Balandin moved the camera once more and focused on Pier’s defeated figure as Francine lay lifeless in front of him, eyes still wide open in fear, a broken who had just lost

He extended his arm while showing the red mark from her hit. Clara rolled her eyes, "Can you be a little more serious? Something bad is happening, and you're still worried about your reddened arm?" "Come on, the mission is well planned, and I know exactly what to do there. I won't attack Liam and his troops in Canada. In fact, I'm not tasked with attacking ElWagner's headquarters because Rafael has arranged a team from a mafia network led by Mikael Williams." "Who is Mikael Williams?" Clara furrowed her brow upon encountering another unfamiliar name in Lucas's story.

“What do you want from me?” “You’re aware of your father’s…profession?” Mia sighed deeply. “I know he’s the Avtoritet under the Pakhan of the Varnakov bratva, which makes him about number-three in their hierarchy, but I don’t know specifics. If you’ve brought me here to gain some kind of advantage, or obtain information, you’re out of luck. I want nothing to do with him or the russkaya mafiya.” “Hmm.” Shane gestured to a wet bar. “Drink?”

Ariana was petrified but Caddaric held her close to his chest with one arm and with just the other arm without using his legs or any weapon whatsoever, the three bodyguards lay unconscious on the floor. People were horrified and began to take a closer look. Before they confirmed his identity, the manager of the club exclaimed, “Mr. Blade, I’m sorry for everything.” He had seen everything on the CCTV footage and quickly came over to put things in perspective. Caddaric had informed him that he was coming over, for which reason he waited at his office but he didn’t expect to see Caddaric at the bar. He never liked such places. Just hearing the name Blade, the rich guys began to move fearfully a

Ohhh boy, he isn't going to let this topic go easily. I groan at constantly being treated like a baby. "You know aiden and roseline are our very close friends. We kinda brought up together. So both Aaron and rosaline is like you and Janice to us. For once I would have considered approving Aaron for you but not after all the heroic sh*t. I am going to tell you something ella and I want you to listen to me with open mind." I don't know why but anxiety starts to arising inside me. "Aaron runs a mafia clan. He's the king of America mafia. The ultimate leader." By each passing word my mind seals automatically. My breathe hitched, brain got jammed and body refuse to move. How many more shocks are