Novel & Cerita Mafia Fanfic

“But I have other aspirations in life. Becoming a mafia wife was never part of my plan.” “Watch your words when you speak of my son,” Mirella warned without looking at her, her attention fixed on the painting as if each word she spoke was just another stroke of the brush. “Dante isn’t just a simple mafioso, as you say. He is the leader of the ’Ndrangheta. The mere mention of the Bellandi name makes lesser men tremble. Don’t get it twisted, girl.” Her tone was soft, but every syllable carried a sharp edge—a reminder that Svetlana was a foreigner in a world that didn’t belong to her.

"What? A powerful, brooding mafia boss trying to win your trust? That’s something straight out of a romance novel.” Amelia shook her head with a small laugh. "I can hear you even laughing — my fucking goodness, you're gone totally." Mia chuckled. "It's not as if he is going to hurt you. You understand the scenario better than me because you are the one living in it, and before this, you know he has been making his advances towards you. You are not a child, Amelia so suck it up. A Mafia don here in Italy is interested in my best friend. While I am scared, I am also excited."

She turned to him, "Don't even go there, I can't learn with you screaming and my legs are shaking from all that hard fucking we did" He was just about to smirk when her eyes narrowed at him. "Who the hell are you anyways? You are nothing like Adrian Osiander everyone knows or have heard of". She leaned closer to peer at him. " Who exactly is Adrian Osiander that everyone knows?". He knew her answer already but still, he wanted to hear it from her mouth. Mia gave a careless shrug, "cold, mean, ruthless, a killer, a mafia boss, name it. Not this man that is seated with me right here"

My irritation grew as he chuckled softly. He took another step closer. Now there was barely space between us. “Then tell me how it works.” “You’re the mafia king,” I said quietly. “You order people around.” “And you obey?” “No.” “Yet you're standing here, right in front of me.” His gaze was intense, making my heart race. “Because I want answers.” “And if I don’t give them?” “Then I’ll find them myself.” A slow smile appeared on his face. “Dangerous promise.”

I was trapped, with no escape from the horrors that awaited me. Dominic's eyes seemed to bore into my soul, his gaze piercing and unrelenting. "You see, Lucia, I've been waiting for someone like you. Someone who can understand me, who can see the truth behind the lies." His voice was low and hypnotic, drawing me in despite my fear. "And now that you're here, I'll never let you go." I struggled against the cuffs again, but they only seemed to tighten. Panic set in as I realized the true extent of my predicament. I was trapped, at the mercy of a madman with a twisted vision. And then, Dominic's eyes seemed to gleam with an eerie light. "Let the game begin," he whispered, his voice dripping wit

I wanted to scorn him while preparing for his arranged marriage. He should have known better than to take his anger out on me even though our relationship had been about sex that didn't change the fact that he had had a serious crush on me. It would have been better if he had even confessed his feelings and helped me out of this shit hole, probably we can live happily ever after but I had to laugh scornfully at the thought, I'm already getting comfortable around Sullivan, more importantly since I wouldn't just be a Mafia submissive, but the mafia's pet perhaps when I make him fall for me and give his trust to me, I would plan my escape afterward.

Her mind was completely blank, as she was shocked, speechless, and completely clueless as to what she should do. Daciana Lorenzo was the daughter of the Leader of the second-strongest mafia gang, Alfred Lorenzo. After being rivals for a bit of a long time, Damon’s mafia gang and Alfred’s mafia gang decided to form an alliance. A strong one at that. To seal the bond, Alfred betrothed his daughter to Damon. Daciana was pretty enthusiastic about the marriage, given that Damon happened to be a rich and very handsome man.

“I’ll protect you, but you need to listen to me. No more questions. No more defiance. You’re part of this now.” I nod, even though every part of my being wants to fight against the idea. But what choice do I have? Gianni’s out there, planning something dangerous, and now I’m a part of it whether I want to be or not. Luca steps forward, breaking the moment. “There’s more,” he says, his voice serious. “Gianni’s not working alone. He’s got people on the inside, Marco. We don’t know who yet, but there’s a mole.”

"Antonia Maria de Silva. Born September 30, 1983 to Anthony and Marie de Silva of Firenze, Italy. Came over on work visas back in the day. Applied for and received naturalized citizenship. Set up shop in NYC. Papa de Silva ran a street gang. Sex workers, protection racket, insurance, gambling, drugs. Anything that made a buck, de Silva had his hand in." "Great. Why is the daughter trying to poach New Trenadie?" I asked. "Seems she and Papa had a bit of a falling out. He killed her one true love. Blah, blah, blah. She took a hit out on him. He shot her for it." I winced. "Isn't family supposed to be the tippy top of priorities for the mafia?" Nik chuckled. "At least it is in the movies. Appar

Of course, on a normal day, I’d have chased them away while ordering them to never arrive at my house announced, but they had come with urgent business at hand and I knew i couldn’t postpron the meeting. I used to believe Mia hated most things related to the mafia. So far, from all what I’ve been able to gather on her after studying her, I knew she wasn’t fond of things related to mafia. Of course, she had been born into it and had grew up in it, but the sight of blood still makes her dizzy. It’s why I never even contemplated that she’d come over here, because I thought her dislike for the mafia would make her stay away, but I guess I was wrong.