Mafia Puppet Jessica M Novels & Stories

And now, things are already getting out of hand. She thought of Cassienne. She thought of the promise she had made to her. And then she understood something important. This was already bigger than a promise she made. “It’s not me,” Jessica said quietly. Joseph’s eyes narrowed, daring her to lie to him. “It's not me they're looking for. I swear it, uncle.” She defended. “You are Madox, damnit.” Joseph barked. “Yes, the person they want is NULLWRAITH, they know that I know who she is.” Jessica explained.

‘"Una piccola principessa così bisognosa..’ [Such a needy little Princess.] He said tugging off her shorts and pushing her legs apart, ‘Fanculo Bella, sei così bagnata e pronta per il mio cazzo.’ [Fuck Beauty, you are so wet and ready for my cock.] He pressed the bulbous tip to her entrance and she arched up to meet his hard thrust, ‘Ricci, oh Dio, sì, sì, voglio che tu mi scopi.' [Ricci, oh God, yes, yes, I want you to fuck me.] She begged her body on fire for his touch, ‘Il tuo desiderio è il mio comando, principessa della mafia.’ [Your wish is my command Mafia Princess.]

Elisa pursed her lips in a smile, tilting her head to the side and letting it rest against the seatback as she looked at him. "It's something I'll remember for as long as the pain in my arm lasts..." She extended her arm to gently stroke the arm closest to her hand, speaking calmly with a soft voice, without looking at his face. "I feel like I want to die from the shame of letting Helen die for me. I wish I could be as insensitive as you..." She sighed, and Andrei softened his gaze towards her. "...but the way you protect me, it calms me completely..." She finished, looking at him with a more genuine smile. She was tired of crying and falling into the pit of her weakness. Everything was out

Worse than untouchable— they were unstoppable. Italian-American mafia royalty. Ruthless, brilliant, devastatingly efficient killers. And he wanted me to try to assassinate them? Fucking madness. “I can’t do it,” I said, through gritted teeth, trying to sound firm. “That’s suicide, painful suicide.” “Oh, that’s too bad…” my boss cooed. Then gunshots echoed through the phone, followed by a scream. A small, fragile, terrified feminine scream. No! My blood turned to ice.

Mia asked. "Is___ it's not true that Travis came for me, they had fooled me. Mrs. Samad was only playing a trick on me!" Jessica said while still weeping. "I knew that this was going to happen, that old woman is absolutely ruthless for nothing!" Mia said. "What would happen to my children now?" Jessica asked, weeping hard. "You can't do anything Jessica, we just have to accept our fate since we can't do anything about it!" Laura said. "Never, I'm never going to let that happen! So, I promise to get out of here," Jessica said firmly and fiercely.

No one else would dare. I had escaped my father but I just basically went from frying pan to fire. Hakan was Scorpion, there was no doubt about it. I was in the arms of the deadliest and most feared mafia boss in the whole country and maybe further than that.

"This is Johnson Rivers. The one in charge of children and women trafficking. He's the first person we can get in touch with now." Mateo smiles and I know it's not a smile of joy or happiness, it's a smile that screams danger. "Why haven't you gotten a hold of him yet?" "He always finds a way to get out of our hands, every single time and besides that's not who we want, we need to get the leader. But no one has ever seen him/her ever." Vera explains playing with the remote. "Are you sure y'all are the most fearful Mafia in the continent?" Mateo raises an eyebrow, directing the question to me.

“What did you do, Mindy?” Mindy tilts her head, her smile widening. “I knew you’d come for me, Kiara. I knew your pathetic little heart would want to end me after everything I’ve done. So, I made Veronica a deal she couldn’t refuse: her life for the Luna title. She agreed, of course. Anything to feel special, to feel powerful. I switched our bodies, and when you attacked me—” She points a manicured finger at Kiara. “—you didn’t kill me. You killed her.” Kiara’s breath catches, but to her own surprise, she doesn’t feel the wave of guilt she expected. Veronica had tormented her, betrayed her repeatedly. Perhaps, Kiara thinks, this was justice in its own twisted way.

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”.

"You seem awfully defensive for an innocent man." Martin stepped closer, his expression hardening. "And you're sounding more like a man with nothing than a man with a badge." With that, Martin walked away, leaving James standing alone, watching. Later that evening, Lorenzo sat in his penthouse apartment, swirling a drink in his hand while staring at the TV—which played, but he wasn’t watching. His phone buzzed. An unknown number. He clicked it open. A video. His hands went clammy. It was the scene outside the club, the altercation with Jess. Her scream. The blow. Her limp body. Him scrambling, wiping his fingerprints. It was all there.