Mafia Puppet By Jessica Novels & Stories

~Justin~ To claim that I wasn't repulsed by Jessica's admission would be a falsehood. This woman had committed egregious acts, and her motivations were indefensible. How could she betray her own brother, the man who provided refuge when she had nowhere else to turn, who helped her through the loss of her mate, and stood by her when no one else cared? The betrayal of not only him but also scheming against her nephew, her brother's sole offspring, all driven by sheer greed, left me thoroughly disgusted.

"Who was your doctor in the asylum? I should cancel that doctor's license for giving you the wrong treatment." I rolled my eyes, my fear already vanishing, and pressed the tissue to my wound. Well, Lance was temporarily scary, but now, he seemed to be in his usual mood. But he still had a deadly aura—no wonder why he was a mafia leader. "If you don't want me to pay the money back, then do you want me to return that watch? Please no. Candy loved it so much." I pouted and took my chocolate shake in my hand after the bleeding stopped.

he snapped at me. I steeled my insides, knowing he was in pain because his woman was in pain, though that was putting it mildly. Jess Montell had been a parole officer when we met, and then she went legit, becoming an in-demand painter. But that one call set her on a different path, and she was now helping to run the West family Mafia business alongside her man, my best friend.

I'm pretty sure I'll never be able to sleep again. Danny meets us outside. Blood stains his clothes, but I can't see a single wound on him. I only hope none of the blood is his. There's an obvious sadness in his eyes. "Jefe, Quincy...didn't make it. I did manage to capture one of the Russians, he's in the trunk. I'll bring him to the basement to play." I shiver at the thought of what that means. They're probably going to torture information out of him and kill him. That's what the Mafia do, right?

I asked him. "I followed the wrong trails until I found the right ones. Bribed two techs who altered the cameras, cracked into a Russian digital vault, and hacked an offshore bank that handled the payments. All while keeping my name off every radar. You paid me well, Salvatore. But I did this out of respect. That woman… she was born to be a queen." I left the room with fire in my eyes—a fire I hadn’t felt since the first time I saw her. Matteo Salvatore was no longer just the Don of New York’s Italian mafia.

Dante wasn't just any man – he was the heir to a mafia empire, the leader of a motorcycle club, and apparently, intensely possessive of things he considered his. The rational part of my brain screamed at me to back down, to stop this dangerous game before it went too far. But another part – the part that had been awakened by finding that lingerie in his apartment, by imagining him with other women – wanted to push him further. To see just how far I could go before he snapped. "Maybe I'll find out tonight," I said, ducking under his arm to free myself from his cage. "I'm sure one of your club brothers would be happy to show me a good time. That guy with the curly hair seems promising."

Taken in silence and ceremony. And she was the last. Giovanni sat alone in his office. The room that once overflowed with books was now nothing but ashes. The shelves stood bare. The only thing left was a single photograph of his mother, young and serious. Her eyes were sharp, just like his daughter's. He poured himself a drink. “Tell me I’m wrong,” he said aloud. “Tell me I’m not the monster they think I am.” Silence answered him. The priestess didn’t need to say a word.

“What the hell is a Vengas? Why did you bring me all the way down here? If this is a trap, I’m absolutely not playing your ridiculous game.” I laughed, stepping closer, my voice dropping to a low, cold warning. “You are so incredibly clueless about yourself,” I said, my tone mocking his ignorance. “You think you know exactly who you are, Noah? You don’t know anything. A Vengas is not a human being. They are terrifyingly dangerous, capable of stealing a wolf’s entire power with a single touch. And you? You are officially one of them.”

She says something, laughing awkwardly and he leans in for an attempt to kiss her again. Again? Man, you have to be desperate. Take the goddamn hint. She hesitates, but kisses him back. A very short, fast one that doesn't even count as a fucking kiss. "Boss?" I hear someone by the door. "Hm?" I hum along, my eyes still fixed on how that guy is staring at her tits, not having enough decency to even pretend so. She deserves better. When the person doesn't reply, I turn my head and see Donovan, a member of my mafia. "The shipments, boss." He takes a moment to see if he has my complete attention before continuing, making me realize it's some type of bad

Together with Gio. We walked into the house and the first thing I saw was a dead body on the ground with a pool of blood around him. Fucking hell. I think he shit himself. 'Come on, be silent.' Gio whispered. I squeezed his hand in response, afraid someone would hear me when I would speak out loud. I heard screaming and triggers being pulled. I saw Lucas and Damien standing in the door and I let out a big sigh of relieve. 'Fucking hell, boys. You made me pee myself a little.'