Mafia Girlfriend Novels & Stories

“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.

he leaned forward from the front seat and placed her hands on his, "please leave immediately. He looked at her seriously. His forehead was wrinkled as he stared seriously at he "And one more vital information. "What is it?" She inquiried "He's a heart throb. Promise you will never get attracted to him. "Okay." She half smiled *** Ashley is a nineteen year old college girl striving to survive school when her younger sister gets kidnapped by a mafia boss She has to go undercover as a maid to rescue her sister with some help from Damon The plan was to get information, save her sister and leave. No falling in love. Easy right?

After that, he would be successful in penetrating the Russian mafia. The pads of my palm stroked Marianna's hair gently, showering her with a lot of thanks in me. Her giving birth to Cael made me come back to my senses. Thank whoever made her fall into forced labor, might as well be Nina; every disappointment is a blessing after all. Her light snores captured my attention back to her, she is a very beautiful woman. Ecstatic that we ended up with each other, I didn't care what the world thought of us, we would pull through.

I told her handing the tab to her and she took that with both confusion and determination. She looked at the map and the tracked lines for a few minutes and shook her head with a drop of tears in her eyes. "Love, you are not a normal girl who just lost her friend but you're a billionaire businesswoman and also a mafia girl who is trying to save her friend who is also in the mafia. And, the cherry on the top is that you have 3 countries' mafia dons as your friends. Just relax and think deeply" I whispered to her but in a determined and rough voice. I don't know why I'm playing with her in this situation but I know it's the best time to show her, her abilities which are wide...not only damn se

"Leah, who is she? You and your husband always say that name. Have you both sinned against her?" "Shut your mouth! You know, I could kill you! I told you at the beginning, if you betray my son then your life won't be saved! I have mafia acquaintances who could make you a prostitute slave. You want that to happen to you, huh?" The mafia she knows is my partner. How could she bully me like this, funny. If I make her a slave it's impossible because she already looks old at only 40 years old.

He asked me, softly this time, and I chewed on my lips. "He is my childhood best friend. Oh, and do you know he is in the Mafia also? But hey, shush! Do not tell this to anyone. No-one. I have a mafia boyfriend." I said, and he blinked his eyes, and I ran his fingers through his perfectly styled hair, making them a little messy. "You know his hair has the same color as your hair. Oh, and your eyes match his. Are you his doppelganger?" I asked him, curious and excited, clapping my hands and he let out a sigh, but chuckled softly.

Was the new Luca just a mask? The kiss they had shared had felt real enough, and the way he had accompanied her to the hospital and doted on her had seemed like a blissful new beginning…The gentle touches, the laughter, the way he had looked at her. All of it now made her want to throw up. He was a vile creature for stooping so low just to lay claim to her and her unborn child. She looked up at the old Mafia painting on the wall, cracked in the frame but still visible…A personal acquisition of her father when he was still alive and happy. He had once told her, “In our world, trust is a currency. Spend it wisely, Isabella.”

After a few minutes, the waiter returned with our orders, and I found myself drinking more than apple juice. “Sarah?” Vince called out, his voice low, and I lifted my bleary eyes to stare at him, where he pulled my chin up with his fingers. “You can avenge your grandmother. I'm willing to help you do it.” He said, and my gaze wavered. My heart tugged with warmth. In my life, no one had been willing to fight for me or believe in me except my late mother and grandmother. Now that my grandmother is comatose, I had not expected that there would be someone willing to stand by me. And he was none other than my contracted husband. The Mafia lord.

“Act like that with me again and you will see how big of a sinner I am!” Mia took a step back from him. His dark eyes intimidated her but she immediately swallowed her little fear. If he was a mafia man, she too was from a mafia family. So both are equal in that field. “Don't worry, one Sokolov sister is already suffering here enough. Another wouldn't be engaged in any relation with you Russians. I have no interest in you!” She said smugly and spun around with the motive to leave but his next words stilled her.

’ [You betrayed my Father] She whispered aghast at these revelations, ‘Eri uno dei suoi amici più fidati e lavoravi per quel Demone?’ [You were one of his most trusted friends and you worked for that Demon?] Mario shrugged carelessly, ‘Era mio cugino, eravamo legati di sangue, conosci la legge sulla mafia’ [He was my cousin, we were blood tied, you know the Mafia law] She was staring at him remembering her Father telling her Mother Mario was the best friend any man could have but her Mother had warned him to be careful.