Mafia Obsession Movie Novels & Stories

This bastard seemed really determined to blow her head off if she kept screaming and resisting. Yes, what kind of dream did Bella have last night that she had to experience a kidnapping like this? It was clear to her that these people were members of a gang. Marco Vilante, as Darrel suspected, was a dangerous mafia leader. Bella never thought she would have to deal with these dangerous people. It was all because of that damn accident that led to her being kidnapped like this.

"Who master Max?" "Nothing." How is that woman knows that Omega? Maximillian asks himself. After an hour of travelling, Maximillian arrived at the manor of his clan, where Nostra Adamus mafia clan can be found far away from the city. Legis opened his door for him, when Maximillian got out of the car, his waiting people immediately bowed and greeted him, Maximillian walked straight ahead with Legis following him in the back. "Did Mr. Sanchez, agreed on our terms?" Maximillian ask.

He extended his arm while showing the red mark from her hit. Clara rolled her eyes, "Can you be a little more serious? Something bad is happening, and you're still worried about your reddened arm?" "Come on, the mission is well planned, and I know exactly what to do there. I won't attack Liam and his troops in Canada. In fact, I'm not tasked with attacking ElWagner's headquarters because Rafael has arranged a team from a mafia network led by Mikael Williams." "Who is Mikael Williams?" Clara furrowed her brow upon encountering another unfamiliar name in Lucas's story.

I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him quickly only to be interrupted by Landon. "Can't you two seriously wait? We're kind of in the middle of something if you don't remember." I grinned at him before shooting one of the opposing mafia members just before they could reach him, unbeknownst to him due to his complaining. His eyes widened as he glanced back at the body lying behind him then turned to face me again. "Thanks." I nodded, the grin growing on my face.

Dr Raph questioned and suddenly his eyes widened like a light bulb had gone off in his brain. “What if her family are members of the gang too? Oh, Tony. What have you gotten yourself into?” He panicked, pacing around the office aimlessly. “What movie did you watch, Raphael?” Tony asked in a bored tone with his brows arched and Raphael paused before turning around with a lopsided grin. “It’s a movie about the mafia and a girl whose family was involved with the mafia. Crazy movie, my man. You should check it out.” He said and winked at Tony who looked like he would punch Dr Raph if he could.

he said skeptically. Before he could protest further, I pressed the play button and leaned against his shoulder. “It’s even more intense than any action movie. It’s a mafia story as well.” “Oh, okay. That’s good then.” I bit my lower lip to keep from laughing. I was secretly hoping that no mansion staff or Stephen’s associates would suddenly show up. It would be embarrassing if they caught us watching this kind of movie.

BANG. Both collapsed mid-charge, blood pooling beneath them. She could hardly process it. Less than twenty seconds, That’s all it took for him to take them all down. The room was silent again. The only ones left were Rafael, Celia, and the leader still holding her hostage. The man’s grip on her tightened, his entire body rigid. His breathing had turned shaky. Celia realized something then. He was scared of Rafael. The mafia leader’s lips curled into a snarl. "You love to rebel," he spat. "But you should know by now, you’re no match for me."

Fear, maybe. “Now you’re afraid?” I asked, my voice cold. It was too late now, I wasn’t letting her go. Ever. “What kinds of things have you done?” she asked. “I’m in the mafia, baby. All kinds of bad things,” I said. She didn’t respond, just sat in silence. She relaxed into me again, but I knew there were a thousand things she wasn’t saying. “You’re a part of this world, Mirabella. You didn’t expect me to be a saint, did you?” I asked.

And now they clapped for us. We were both men. That fact should have caused whispers, protests, outrage. Instead, it was accepted with eerie calm. In the mafia world, morality bends under survival. If the boss says it is so, then it is so. Sexuality meant nothing compared to power. Their lives were sticks balanced on a cliff edge, and they knew better than to shake the ground. The wedding dragged on, laughter and music blurring together, but even in the noise I could feel it. Miguel’s gaze.

It was a little past 9 PM when the mansion's heavy silence began to thicken with tension. Vincenzo De Luca, ruthless Mafia boss, lay shirtless on a dark leather bench, his chiseled frame illuminated by the soft amber glow from the chandelier above. His eyes were half-closed, body relaxed, as the subtle scent of cedarwood cologne filled the air.