Mafia Is Not An Aesthetic Novels & Stories

“Let me rephrase that, are you into illegal dealings?” Niko pulls my body flush to him, my bare back rests against his warm chest, his fingers smoothing my hair behind me to bare my shoulder to his lips as it lowers to my shoulder. Scenarios ran through my head, in movies they always portrayed the mafia as a violent illicit world, lawless men and women, committing all sorts of crimes imaginable, trafficking substances, women, and children. And while ours can be quite violent, the lifestyle and traditions are somewhat old-fashioned, and outdated and can come off as strange to outsiders. I never imagined it would have some truth to it.

“-This isn’t about images-!” “-This is the fucking Mafia!” Sofia retaliated. “This isn’t some corporate business, nor is it some fucking trash book that you think you can get away with this shit! This is a Mafia, you are a Regnante and a Romanov and in the Mafia, it is all about the image you put up. You can have one of strength, of diplomacy, of pride, or you can have an image of internal strife. But in the end, the Mafia Boss must do something to ensure the safety of all those hundred under him, even if he has to sacrifice his own brother,” “What’s your point?” Marco crossed his arms over his chest, his jaw clenching. “Salvatore would never hurt me,”

He stands up straighter, towering over me, his dark eyes swirling with a storm of secrets he refuses to share. “I’m a mafia leader, Harper. There is always someone out there trying to get at me,” he says bluntly, his chest rising and falling heavily. He looks away from me, a flash of genuine pain crossing his face. “And now, they can hurt you to get to me. You’re a weakness.”

He seemed unbothered by everything happening around him. He looked at me with a bored expression as if he couldn’t care less that one of his men bought me as a present for him. His eyes raked all over my body like he wasn’t impressed. I’d never felt more insecure. I had a feeling it had to do with the fact that he was beautiful. However, no matter how beautiful he was, he was just like every other man in the mafia. It was a life I had worked so hard to escape. The mafia men distributed drugs, killed men, and trafficked women and children. I didn’t want to be a part of it. However, it didn’t seem like I had much of a choice.

“Ashton, you are not the guy known for restraint. What is going on?” He stared at me before a slight grin curved at the corner of his mouth. Reaching for the sheet, he moved it back and got underneath. He rested against the headboard, looking at me, so I moved forward, facing him and kneeling on the bed. He laid a hand between us, palm up, but other than that, he didn’t move to touch me. “Most women don’t advocate for murder.” I snorted at that. “Most women don’t own a business or have lived in a community where the Mafia runs it either. They get to live in fairy tales and castles. I don’t. Hit them back.”

I bit my lips as I heaved a sigh, "The name on the file is Jaylen Noire Adryan, I am sure you are aware of that." "Yes, I am very well aware," Alexis put off her massage chair. How would anybody decide to just wake up and kill Jaylen, it's like signing a death contract and I didn't sign one. "And you want me to kill him? That man Is well protected, I am also sure you are well aware of that," I tried my best to be calm because I'm around Alexis. The person they wanted me to eliminate is one of the youngest, most successful and notorious mafia lords, Jaylen Noire Adryan. He is the king of the underground world and he is the kind of person someone like me would never want to cross paths with.

Bria shouts. "Mia is not poor. She is wealthy. She made the Costa family the second most influential family in the Italian Mafia. Now go back to your parents and run your family business. Your father is getting old and will need his heir to run his business soon," I say. Bria looks at me with puppy dog eyes. It may work with her older lovers, but it does not work on me.

ok says Ibrahim, both sleep and after some days Ibrahim gets well perfectly, right now Ibrahim was making love to mehak, just then Ibrahim phone ranged up, he doesn't want to receive it but seen caller name he says Jaan this is important he received it and says hello, hello me Ibrahim I am your Dr I got your money to thank you, Ibrahim sir if you want some more help just call me, Ibrahim says ok and cuts the call, on the other hand, Dr wife says Ibrahim khan gave you this much money why? dr says because he loves his wife very much he can do anything for her you see mafia possessive love, Ibrahim made love to mehak and says this mafia man can do anything for his mehak, only you can make me on

“But I’m glad of it. It only increased my desire to sit on the throne and to achieve it, I will do anything.” I nodded. “So what does this mafia do? Scam people? Sell people?” “We make rules and we break rules. We don’t do the things you said but other clans do. We deal with corporate, weapons, and other things.” Again I nodded and then I kept quiet. “Can I also ask you something?” he asked. He looked into my eyes as if he was searching for something in it. “Didn’t you ever feel anything for me from the day we met? Not at least once?”

I shouldn’t say any more than that or they might get back with my family because that's just the way they are. Mafias are ruthless. They are rotten to their core. They aren’t the ideal men written in fictions. They’ll hurt you and put you in danger. Children shouldn’t make the mafia the standard no matter how good they came to be in fictions. They are criminals and I know all of it because I once became an underdog of a mafia. They kill ruthlessly and they don’t care how evil they become. “First you stereotyped us for being noble and now, you are stereotyping us as someone worse than a criminal.”