Mafia Girlfriend Name Novels & Stories

I say trying to sound as confident as I can afterall I've gone through lots of things nothing could be worse, The door opens and behold I am shocked as I walk in to see various young people packing up sealing and taking drugs of different kinds but I could sniff out two to be precise, "Cocaine …" "You know it?" I nod in response to her question as she smiles walking away from me, "Wait …, what am I to do? And I do not know your name care to share?" "We do not make friends here Nikita but I'm maud and you will know what to do if truly you are a soldier material like I was told"

6 "Yes of course, who hasn't? They are one of the strongest mafias all around the world," "Yes that's true, and who is their boss Anastasia?" "Could you ask a dumber question I clearly don't know! Neither does the rest of the world," I roll my eyes, "I do," "Yeah right," "You're so delusional Anastasia, the boss is a very close friend of mine," "Oh really?" "Yes Anastasia, do you want to know his name?" "Yeah," "Okay, Anastasia, his name is Luca, Luca Phoenix, you're looking at the boss of the 'Phoenix' mafia," 1

she says, trying to stand on her own but failing, her head leaning on my shoulder. I pause, narrowing my eyes. “And what does that mean?” Her head tilts slightly, and she looks up at me, her amber eyes glassy but sharp. “I know what you are, Ryan.” “Yes, I’m—” “A mafia boss’s son,” she finishes, her voice cold. “And not just any mafia boss’s son. A psychopath one. “ she says, and my eyes widen. “Who else locks up their girlfriend, cuffs her, and strangles her until she passes out? And then forgets about it all like it’s nothing?”

He is the biggest loan shark in the world. Aziel Anderson – The smart-looking, bespectacled man who is the consigliere of Ceanba Cosca. He is an IT genius. Olya Vasiliev – Gorgeous wife of Vikentiy. She is known as the leader of the wives of Coscas. She is a party animal and often brings all the wives together to enjoy away from their husbands. Sorokina Vasiliev – Teenage daughter of Vikentiy and Olya. She is studying away from the mafia scene and has no idea what her parents do. Just like her mother she too is a party animal.

"Okay, so first of all, girls that I had sex with for a night or two aren’t my girlfriends. They are one-night stands and flings. And second, this woman is Catriona, and she’s my girlfriend from now on." "So, Catriona, what is your work?" Janine asked with a snaky smile. Everyone’s attention was diverted to Catriona, even Marga’s two friends. "I am an assassin from a high-class MAFIA clan," she said straight to Janine without even blinking, like she wasn’t lying. It was too convincing, and everyone shut up except for Enzo, who laughed a little. "M-Mafia?" Janine asked. Ferdinand was used to that kind of joke from the triplets.

The woman sat on the couch without responding, and she walked toward her. “What are you doing here ? Eva asks slowly.” “I understand you are astonished to see me here, but I need to meet you. You are Eva, my husband's girlfriend, or, as I prefer, his sex slave.” She looks surprised and angry; she doesn't have the right to say such things about her. “Excuse me.” “There is no need to be too innocent; I know a girl like you very well. Do you think you are special for her? It is a common thing in the mafia world to use a girl like you. You can never take my place.”

“You should have done your research beforehand. Perhaps you won’t fail stealing from another mafia.” He grunted. “Who are you?” She finally withdrew her gun and squatted down to his level. The confidence of this woman was beyond me. “Allow me to introduce myself. La regina. The queen of the mafia.” His chuckle was taunting yet with desperation. “There is no queen in the mafia.”

Adriana found her there, as always, her cousin’s eyes sharp with curiosity. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost, “Adriana teased, though her voice softened when she saw Emily’s pale expression. “What happened?” Emily hesitated, then whispered, “They’ve arranged my marriage. To Antonio DeLuca’s son. ”Adriana froze. Then her lips parted in disbelief. “Jason DeLuca? The mafia heir?” Emily nodded, her throat tight. Adriana cursed under her breath. “Emily, you can’t. He’s not for you. You’re a princess—pure, radiant, the people’s symbol. Marrying him will drag your name into the mud”.

Either way, Felix lay down and went quiet. I bit my lip. My heart ached like needles were pressing into it from all sides. "I'm sorry," I said to his friends. "Felix isn't doing well tonight." "I won't take him home. Could you book a room upstairs for him to rest?" I picked up my bag and turned to leave. As I walked out, Felix's closest friend—a man named Marco who had been his underboss for years—stopped me. "Miss Sera," he said, trying to explain. "Don't take what Felix said to heart. He really does care about you. Luna is just… an old obsession. I can tell he loves you."

"The games I play usually end in blood." Ivan didn't dare move, just glared at me. "Do you have any idea who you're messing with?" I smiled, about to say something. Just then, the crowd parted. A man in a black silk shirt strolled over, oozing a dangerous, magnetic charm with every step. He had the classic profile of an Italian man—deep green eyes, dark brown hair that was just the right amount of messy. Victor Bellini. The Godfather of Italy's largest mafia family.