Mafia Obsession Movie Novels & Stories

"And you picked Dominic fucking Castellano?" "I didn't choose him," I protested, my flush creeping upward to my cheeks. "I didn't even know his name. He didn't use a last name. Just Dominic. He bought me a drink, and we talked. he was friendly, cryptic. I assumed he was a traveler or an entrepreneur type. I did not inquire." Mia's jaw dropped into a pout. "Elena. You are a police officer. You read others for a living." I had thrown myself back onto the couch and groaned. "I know. I was not sane. I just. I had to not be in control once in a while. And he-he knew this. He knew me like an evil book or something."

It was the same as Enzo's family company. An icy chill slithered down my back immediately. Enzo’s family owned the hospital no doubt,and it wasn't as clear as they made it seem, but this, this was just plain diabolical. It wasn't money laundering or corruption, it was far more worse, and it made my head spin.

One was Pedro while the others were Sebastian and Bruno, the blonde bastard who tried to touch Isabella at the stripper's club. He ruled out Bruno because the latter wasn't important enough. Bruno wouldn't even dare to cross him. That left Pedro and Sebastian. Sebastian had been his main rival since he became the strongest mafia king. The bastard was always looking for a way to wage an attack on him. And as for Pedro, he didn't trust him again since that incident where he chopped off his hands. He would begin his search there and tear down the entire Vegas until he found them. Seated beside him was Mario, with Marcello behind. They were silent also, holding on to the seats as Antonio sped do

“Because of you, I spent years in prison.” Mia’s heart pounded. “I don’t understand… Who are you?” Bryan yanked off the hood, revealing her face. His eyes opened in awe as he recognized her. He could never forget her face. This was the woman who had built the monster inside him. The woman who had shaped him into what he had become. This woman was well known in the mafia world before she had gone to prison— Bryan sent her to prison! Mia gasped, her body going rigid.

“You’re deeply rooted with the Riccardo family, and I have reason to believe you know this family is into drug and illegal weapon trafficking” “I don’t know anything about that. I may have lived in the cabin but I didn’t know what any of that white stuff was, and Zaverio told me the guns were for hunting.” Damien slammed his hands on the table. “Stop joking around! Gio is being very nice, but I don’t mind taking this conversation to another level if you don’t start answering all our questions.” “I want a lawyer.” “You can lawyer up all you want, maybe you’re still under the delusion that your dear mafia lover is going to come here and save you, but let’s see what you think of that when you s

Chapter 1: Interest in Flesh Trope: Mafia / Debt / Captive Heat Level: [NOIR] The basement smelled like damp concrete and expensive cigars. Sofia sat on a wooden chair, her hands tied behind her back. She looked up as the heavy metal door groaned open. Marco stepped in. He wasn't wearing a suit today…just a black undershirt that showed off the tattoos climbing up his neck. He was the man her father owed five million dollars to. And since her father didn't have the cash, he had offered Sofia instead.

"That man is the mafia boss' son." Snorting, I pictured Roman. The man with all his arrogance and tailored suits could definitely fit the part. "He certainly acts like it." "No!" Rhys reached over and attempted to slap me on the shoulder and head. "You dumbass. He's part of the mafia, for Christ's sake. Are you stupid? DeLuca is the largest Family in Rhode Island. Shit. How come you didn't know that? Doesn't your brother and parents work for him? And what the hell are you doing talking to him?"

Vasili joked. Serene narrowed her gaze and glanced at Dante with curiosity. He looked relaxed, nothing like a man who was targeted by the most powerful mafia bosses in the world. "Dante? What did you do?" she asked with confusion. "He made sure that there is no panel to target us anymore. The panel and its members are neck deep in shit. Its impossible for those oldies to get out of that shit before they die. Who knows, they might die because of their 'issues'" Wesley shared with mirth.

As my men dragged them away, I stayed behind, letting the quiet settle. The Mafia world wasn't about feelings especially in this city . It was about blood, trust, respect, Power and sometimes, about reminding little rats who the real predator was. I loosened my tie, took another deep breath, and made a call. The line clicked once before she answered and I was surprisingly calm instead of the rage in my head. "Leo," Alessia said with a tight voice.

“Congratulations, Boss!” Without waiting for the celebration, Drake turned on his heel and walked out of the church. Amy followed closely behind, flanked by a sea of suits and heavy artillery. The moment the heavy church doors slammed shut behind them, the priest’s knees gave out, and he collapsed onto the altar floor, completely unconscious. Meanwhile, across the city, the atmosphere was entirely different. Inside the fortified syndicate of the Blood Pact Mafia. The second largest crime syndicate in Italy. Athan, a hardened man in his early fifties, sat high on a leather chair that served as his throne. The air in his private chambers was thick with the pungent, sweet scent of a heavy blunt