Mafia Puppet Jessica M Novels & Stories

she continues as she watches him. “Jessica is a very quiet child who loves her arts and crafts. She was a pup that had been left with the hospital. Her mother left her there and then cut her connection to the pack and fled. We believe she had post-partum depression. She was only three weeks old when she came to us. She can be a little reserved and quiet, but when she trusts you, she won't stop chattering... as you can probably tell from her little argument with Jericho. She is three also and will turn four just two weeks after little Jericho.” Tia explains as she laughs at the two. How could I ever choose between them? How could I ever take Jericho from Jessica or vice versa?

"She deserves to know who she's living with." I leaned back in my chair. The hypocrisy of it was almost impressive. The man who had sold his niece to clear a gambling debt, now positioning himself as the person concerned with her welfare. Constructing a version of events in which he was the one looking out for her interests. "Robert," I said. "Let me be very clear about something." "Damian—"

~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.

Jessica said inwardly, trying to convince herself. Emy had no choice but to do as Jayden ordered. She instructed about three girls to carry Jessica gently as they went to Jessica's new room, while waiting for the doctor's arrival. "Who are you to the Don?" One of the popular strippers, identified as Sophia, asked Jessica after placing her on the bed. "The Don?" "The leader of the Black Shade Mafia cult." On hearing this, it suddenly felt like the atmosphere had stiffened.

Novela said Dunkin had brought information that Michael seemed to be searching for someone he could, he knew he wouldn't win and wanted to give the position to someone he could control and be the Mafia God from behind. Jessica stared at me as I suddenly stood up from the bed, still on the call, and walked up to the balcony. I sighed deeply and then hung up the call. I sighed deeply. Jessica walks up to me and places a fruit in my mouth. “What happened? Is everything okay at work?” Jessica asked curiously with a low tone. I turned to Jessica telling her everything that has already happened, I had not actually given her details of how things were going here regarding the Mafia God position, t

Ever. Dante left to talk with some business partners and Antonio and Dante were doing the same. The other older Romano siblings were doing the same, which left Jessica and the triplets sitting at the table joking and laughing. Everyone knew who she was at that point, the Romanos introduced her as their missing mafia princess. But then suddenly Jessica turned and looked around. She felt her chest hurt all of a sudden, she got a bad feeling but she doesn't know why. That bad feeling was especially for Dante and she started searching for him. Her eyes zeroed on the red dot on his clothes chest.

I burst out laughing first because Jessica’s tone was so dry and everybody else followed. The mood had been broken and I felt the familiar ease settle back between us all. I gave Jessica a nod and she gave me a half smile. It was the most I’d get from her. “I guess I’m in the inner circle of trust now.” I smiled at Robert’s words. He was indeed in the inner circle now. “Mia was the night we got arrested. Malachi killed her. We just dumped her body.” James was at full speed now and I watched Jessica’s reaction. There wasn’t one and I realized that Malachi had told her.

"Nico, not God." Jessa snorted, rolled her eyes. "Yeah, picked up on that one, thanks. What the hell is going on?" I looked up at Ryker. He was giving me straight-face. Really good, unreadable straight-face. The turd. Shifting back to Jessa, I cleared my throat. "Do you know who the Amatuccis are?" Jessa nodded. "For years they've been touted as the New Trenadie version of the Italian mafia." She rolled her eyes. Smiled.

It was like he couldn't control his actions. “Damn, I’m her puppet. Like a moth drawn to a flame. Stupid moth, you need to fly the fuck away!” His inner voice demanded. Jade and Paula spotted their men and went to let them know they were there. The sexy bartender with the prospect patch on came over to serve Jess, and she ordered a drink. And then there’s Mr. Hot, sexy, muscled, tatted, biker of the week. He has got player written all over him. Just looking for his next lay.

James proclaimed, his tone a fragile shield hiding the compassion he felt deep down, "an ordinary servant, interrupt me!" However, his outburst went unnoticed amidst the room's collective shock. Grandma Maria, Marcus, Ryan, and even the guards turned their gaze toward Jessica, their faces a tableau of astonishment. The revelation that a female Alpha had been toiling as a lowly servant sent ripples of surprise through the room. Jessica's secret, something she had fervently guarded, had been laid bare for all to see.