Mafia Nanny Kiss Novels & Stories

“ When I speak to you, Katarina, you will look at me or there will be consequences.” I have had enough of his crap. I looked at him and narrowed my eyes. “ Why do you care, Mister King? Why does it matter to you whether or not I’ve been kissed by another man, touched by another man, or had “that” with another man? What does that have anything to do with you? I am in charge of that, not you! You may have won me in a game of cards, but I still have my dignity and I am not one of your whores! I will not allow you to just do whatever you want to do with me. Yes, you may be a mafia boss and I may be killed for speaking this way to you, but at least I will die with my head held high and purity int

Unlike Carina, who had grown up around them, knew how to act cute, and spoke as sweetly as a nightingale. More importantly, they saw me as a useless person. If it weren't for our campus romance in university, an ordinary girl like me would never have made it to the engagement with him. Giovanni was an Italian-American heir to the powerful and rising Vitale crime family. He was one of the strongest contenders to become the next Don. They had only tolerated me because of his insistence. Carina often threatened me in private: "You don't belong in this mafia family. You'll be eaten alive, bones and all. So behave yourself."

And the smile that curved her lips was slow, venomous. “So it’s true,” she breathed, her voice low but sharp enough to cut. She took in Maya from head to toe, her eyes lingering on the blouse, the simple skirt, the ring glinting faintly on Maya’s hand. Her laugh was short, cruel. “The little maid.” Her eyes flicked deliberately to the ring again. “The help has become the wife.” Maya’s breath hitched. Her fingers curled instinctively against her palm, nails biting into her skin. She wanted to speak, to defend herself, but Georgia’s presence pressed heavy against her chest, squeezing the air from her lungs.

There really is something familiar about his blue-grey eyes… I reach for the stacks, but suddenly a meaty hand slams another pile of money down next to it, startling me. “Double what he’s put down, honey,” the man grinds out, leering, “and I’ll take you in the back for a private dance.” “Sorry,” I say, casting my lashes down. “I’m just a stage girl.” I know Pete said to give these guys whatever they wanted, but I’m really not comfortable touching anyone. “Oh, come on,” the man says, grabbing my chin with his thick fingers and pulling my face up. The Mafia King is immediately on his feet. “Pretty bitch like you? I bet you can do more than just dance –“

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”.

I thought he was going to yell but then he continued down the stairs, past the mess, past me, and out through the front doors without a word. I let out a breath I hadn't known I was holding. The maid beside me exhaled too. "You're lucky," she whispered, barely audible. "Lucky how?" She shook her head quickly and went back to sweeping, like she'd already said too much. *** On the sixth day, the young maid who had almost smiled at me in the hallway sat across from me at the staff table at lunch. Her name was Rina. Twenty years old. Two years at the estate.

Cassie Harris will do anything to save her sick son. When a stranger offers her a live-in job at Duke Freniere’s mansion, it feels like a miracle. It isn’t. Duke didn’t hire a maid. He bought a sex slave. The moment she steps inside, her body and freedom belong to him. And he’s not the only one who wants her. Another man has already claimed her in his mind, and he has no plans to share. Trapped between two powerful men who both refuse to let her go, Cassie learns that survival comes at a brutal price. Content warning: polygamy, explicit scenes, non-consent, abuse, power imbalance, and dark themes.

(NFTMB) Chapter 91 Alessandro (Green Eyed Monster) Horror. Absolute shock. What is happening to me? Why does everyone get away with deceiving me? I feel useless and as dumb as a bitch. Can I ever get anything right? Why do I always get used by people? I'm a dumb mafia boss. A very dumb mafia boss. Possibly the worst mafia boss in history. With each wave of hatred and self torture, I downed yet another glass of whisky down with great force.

Mia Yilmaz: I… am… kissing… Quenten. And he is kissing me back, matching my hunger like a starved animal ravaging its prey. This kiss is nothing like the one we shared days ago. He’s not kissing me because I asked him to. No, Quenten Yilmaz, the Turkish blood diamond kingpin, is kissing my psychotic ass, matching my fervor, and I don’t know why. Especially after the way I have treated him.

"Honestly, Mr. Alcantara, as long as the cash clears every week, you could be running an underground fight club for all I care. I'm just here to make sure the kid doesn't choke on a chicken nugget." "I am serious, Serenia," he insisted, his voice low and dangerous. "Breaking any of these rules won't just get you fired. It will have severe consequences." "Got it. Mind my own business," I said. I flipped to the final page, signing my name with a quick, decisive scribble on the dotted line. "There. Officially your nanny." Matteo reached out to take the folder back, but before his fingers could touch the leather, the quiet of the mansion was completely shattered.