Mafia Mistress Word Novels & Stories

“Exactly, that is why I would help you, let’s say I am very pissed off and I want to remind some people just how much I am my father’s daughter” “Your father is in control of everything, how will you beat your father at his own game?” he asked her admitting to her that he also knew the race was going to be tough but he had a second plan if he was to lose but with Priscilla here telling her all this he had some hope, of actually beating her mafia family and getting inside the government.

She smile and laugh devilishly. Emily scoff and cross her arms while Nathan look at me with a shaking head. I was about to stop Emily and get her out of the cafeteria but she put her hand on my face to stop me. “Yes, that’s true and I wasn’t proud that I got him because I stole him but that’s all over now and for your information his marriage was already failing when I met him and I didn’t know that he was married but yes, that doesn’t mean I wasn’t a mistress because I chose to continue seeing him despite that fact but it cannot be undo and I suffer a lot and you have no idea what I’ve been through but you know what? When I chose to left him and decide to live on my own he followed

Mia said firmly. "Mia can you calm down? I know you are mad at me just take your anger on me and let the restaurant be. Why are you so pist? I know that you can afford twenty dresses of this dress on you and that money is not a big deal to you so why are you causing a scene? Or maybe you can't get over the fact that although you are Jansen's Legal wife, he fell for me. You keep calling me a mistress. You are crazed that although I am the mistress and you're the legal wife, Jansen likes me and did not care about you who is his legal wife." Juliet said in a fit of rage.

"Most people here are lesbians but just as we have our underground house the makes also have theirs its somewhere around but I know nothing of it, we all donf know much about it justa n assumption but the boys will be here tonight, I really wanted you to have fun. It's a shame you'll be aevin the masters but it's still a great opportunity be sure to make good use of it hurry now wiggle I do. A gown or something that lady is a bitch with the temper of an ape and an hyena she'll be here to drag you down the stairs naked or not" On hearing the drag part I feel a part in my Brian they to remind me of something or someone but eventually I wiggle into a gown and hurry down the stairs unsure Of wha

Alice winced. "I know. But......" Elsa stopped and breathed heavily. "Just don't tell him. Please" Alice nodded and urged her to go to bed. Like a baby Elsa nodded and went to bed. Alice stayed awake and tried to imagine the face she had seen in the car. She once dated a Mafia back in Texas. But when she got tired of the sick games she had to come back over here. She know what's it like to be a Mafia's woman. Even though she's no longer dating or in contact with her ex Mafia boyfriend, his enemies are still her enemies and that was why she learnt the way to protect herself before leaving Texas.

(Bitch, if you’re not gone by the time I’m out of the shower, I’ll put a bullet in your head. That gets her moving. She’s crying now. I slam the bathroom door and lock it behind me. Crying. Why do they always cry? Like it’s going to make me feel bad. Please. I’m Luca Ricci, Don of the Ricci Italian Crime Family. Women throw themselves at me every night. I never sleep with the same one twice. Well… there’s Lina. But she’s nothing special. Just easy. I call her when I want a quick fuck. I’m guessing that’s what happened last night. I treat her like the rest, but she keeps coming back. Every damn time.

“As long as you apologize, I guarantee Monica won’t pursue the matter of you inciting violence.” I clicked my tongue. “But I didn’t just incite violence,” I said lightly. “I also spread the news that she climbed into your bed and became your mistress. You’ve already paid for so many front-page headlines, so why not have them polish Monica’s image a little? After all, doesn’t she insist she’s not a mistress?” Monica’s eyes reddened, her expression stubborn. “I remember the kindness you showed when you sponsored my education; that’s why you’re like an older sister to me. But you can’t insult my dignity like this.

Mikhail rose, his posture immaculate, eyes sweeping over the congregation. Thunderous applause erupted, filling the hall with a deafening roar. Mikhail’s expression remained stoic, but a flicker of pride crossed his features. He turned to face the crowd, voice echoing and commanding every corner of the hall. "It is now official. I, Mikhail Morozov, am the Pakhan of the Bratva's empire, and my beautiful wife beside me is my Pakhanesa, the first ever Bratva female leader in our history." The crowd’s applause swelled again, louder this time, almost like the walls themselves were cheering. Donatella smiled, radiant in a crimson gown that flowed like liquid fire, her hair styled perfectly — regal

“Good thing I never ran into Mbak Sasi.” “Who’s that?” Nadine asked, confused. “The one who offers extra services to customers.” “What kind of services?” Nadine asked innocently. “Escort services.” Nadine froze. “So… that kind of thing exists there too?” Clara let out a short laugh. “Nadine, everything exists there. There’s even a private section for exclusive guests.” “What kind of exclusive guests?” “Those with a lot of money. Those who pay high for special services.”

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”.