Novel & Cerita Mafia Fiction

“Because the way he tossed you out, doesn’t that feel familiar? Doesn’t it feel like what men like him always do once they’re done using you? He let you go because he doesn’t need you anymore. His deal is more important to him and he would give you away just to get what he wants.” He took a step closer, voice tightening. “If he really loved you, he would’ve fought for you. He would’ve told me no, even if it risked the deal. But he didn’t. He let you walk, because he's done with you. You weren’t some cherished woman he couldn’t let go of. You were nothing more than a bargaining chip.” “Stop it,” I said, rising to my feet. He stood too, voice low and burning. “Your father, what would he think

Patting her ‘fro, she answers the question: “Well, if you ask me, I'd say that the line between Fiction and Reality should not be blurred. In real life, no Mafia is going to sweep you off your feet and pamper you like a good girl. Or, treat you like his princess. It's all make-believe. Entertainment. No single Mafia man out there is like the ones that you read about in the pages of my book. Or any book in the Mafia-Billionaire Romance genre for that matter.” Like an obedient puppet, the Interviewer is quick to agree on that take.

​I poured a glass of whiskey and stared at the framed copy of my debut novel sitting on the shelf. Cara Mia. ​Writing it had been my only lifeline during this hellish year. It was supposed to be a catharsis, a way to process the madness of being a mafia lord’s wife. Every page was stained with the truth of us. I wrote about the way he smelled of expensive tobacco and gunpowder, the way his Italian filtered through his lips like a prayer, and the way he looked at me as if I were the only thing in this world worth saving.

Shadow Cole? The most wanted man in the country. What? No way. My brothers couldn't be working for him. "That doesn't mean anything," Aiden added, aiming at the ball with his cue. "Mafia comes with its benefits and losses. But more on the benefits. I just love the title of a mafia man and the power it carries. So... I have to be careful," Maven said. No. I've heard enough. I pushed the slightly opened door, causing them to turn to my direction.

"And books. Do you have books that are not about finance or territory management or whatever it is you people read." "You people," I repeated. "Crime lords." He said it without blinking. "Mafia. Whatever the correct term is." Nikolai made a sound from behind his newsspaper that was close enough to a laugh that both Ace and I looked at him. He did not lower the paper. "There is a library off the main corridor. Mixed collection. Help yourself." Ace nodded. "What else can I ask for." "What else do you want." "My own key to my room."

“I already have. For years.” Matteo lowered his gun slightly, but his body remained coiled. “Talk. Then we end this.” The man’s smile widened. “The Architect was a front. I was the one who arranged Marco’s debts. I was the one who made sure you walked through that grey door, Alexandria. I needed a mother strong enough to carry heirs who could survive this world. Matteo was the strongest sire available. The obsession was… an unexpected but useful bonus.” I felt sick. “You used us like breeding animals.”

My pulse roared in my ears as I spun on shaky legs and fled. Back in my room, I barely made it to the bathroom before I vomited. I gripped the sink, my knuckles white, my mind spiraling. Viktor Romanov wasn’t just a cruel man with too much power. He was the mafia. I thought the mafia was just a story. Something I’d read about in books or seen in movies—powerful men in suits, smoke curling from cigars, blood staining marble floors. It wasn’t real. It couldn’t be.

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

Skye asked with a soft and gentle tone as if they were friends. “Yeah, she was one kick-ass of a woman. You know, back in the day, women were less active than men, unlike today. But she was different. One of the obvious reasons was because she was the only child of the most feared Mafia Lord at that time,” Vincent answered with his head bending forward as if it was too heavy for him to lift his head up properly. “How about Brandon Ford, also known as “Don”?” Skye asked again. I moved with extreme cautiousness not to create any sound for fear of bothering their conversation as I fetched a bottled from the fridge in the minibar. I handed one to Skye, then one to Marco. We sat side by side as w

Chapter 2 At the tender age of sixteen I made the decision to run away from home. Was it difficult? Of course it was but not for the reasons many may think. Growing up, my life wasn’t a fairytale despite what it may have looked like, my parents were wealthy and I needed or wanted nothing but their attention, their love, and their gentleness unfortunately though those words were not in my parents vocabulary instead they used violence and had both me and my brother growing up around petty thieves and criminals which is why when I decided to leave my childhood home I promised myself that i would never get involved with anything like that ever again.