Mafia Love Movies Novels & Stories

That stops me in my tracks. I want to laugh. To scream. To cry. Eventually, crying wins. I let the sobs wreck my body, letting out gut-wrenching sounds that echo through the cold air. Eventually, they stop, and I rub at the corners of my eyes. I’m a wreck. I’m in love with Alessandro de Rossi. A mafia boss. The enemy of my family. Russo Family. The kindest, most thoughtful man I’ve ever met. The sweetest dad. The skilled lover.

— I love Sheldon. I just smiled. — How long have you and Enzo been married? —No, we are not married. He has a wife in Napoli. Me and my big mouth. - I understand. “Like you and Signore Ravazzani,” she continued, as if I needed further explanation. — No, I understand. —Mafia men were not known for their monogamy. —More prosecco? Standing, I took the bottle to our table and filled our glasses. Just two mafia lovers, hanging out on a yacht, drinking together. It happens every day, right?

He didn't want to have the dreaded mafia come after him, just because of something he had said. Frank on the other hand raised an eyebrow and scoffed internally. Love? What is that? He thought albeit he remained silent. He didn't want to blow everything up now. His pretence was a success. To the outside world, Jennifer was his girlfriend. No one outside his mafia family has to know the truth.

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."

She said crying "You're saying to not hurt you but then what about me? What about my hurt? You also hurt me right? Then what about it? I was testing you both. Do you find me a fool who will believe his tricks? I am the Lord of mafia for nothing. Making me fool is impossible. "He said grinning like the psycho he is " Now it's time for your punishment. Your lover boy is already getting his punishment. "Aaryav said and Turvi looked at him shock

He's really run out of love for her, I tell myself. I start to worry if he's okay when the clock’s short hand hits 8 PM. Is he safe? Is he back home? Are there casualties? I start asking myself as if I should. Well, I need to know if my boss is okay. Heaven knows I care a lot for him more than I should. He is my boss, not just that, a Mafia boss at that , I remind myself. I drag myself upstairs making my way into my room but I meet a shocker. I see my boss sitting on the couch, drinking from a bottle of whiskey.

"Do you think it's easy to run away and hide from them? I'd say almost impossible!" Melody's forehead immediately furrowed at Ben's answer. Her mind was immediately filled with so many questions. "Is the mafia world that terrible?" asked Melody slowly. "More terrible than you think. The world is full of deception and danger. You've only been with us a few days, so, you don't know how sad the mafia world is. It's really tiring!" Ben exclaimed casually. Melody just took a deep breath. She then put the pizza back into her mouth.

"Breathe... Breathe Christian... Breathe...You can do this." My life is about to change. What I do next will determine the Mafia Boss that I will become. Now I am a determined man, and there shall be nothing and no one that will come in my way in my pursuit to claim what is mine.

***Amelia*** "Don't do this papa," I screamed with tears gushing down my eyes "Papa please" I half cried out the words from my throat. My father turned his back to me, his only child, and with his mind made up, started walking away, amidst my sobs I watched him as he walked away, not turning back, my father had left his daughter in the mercies of the Mafia king, Alexander Gomez, this was my reality.

It's madness; it makes no sense to love so much, to love to the point of suffering as soon as your absence kicks in. And it's so good, loving beyond any existing limit. Breathing love in and out to your lungs' full capacity, loving unconditionally and without logic, without understanding or even seeking to understand, just loving. I don't love what you own, what represents you, I love you, your soul, your body, your mischievous laugh, your throaty and sensual voice, I love you, you with me. But I wish I were yours, truly yours, for I know that I never would be for as long as you are a this Mafia Boss.