Novel & Cerita Mafia's Obsession

I was no longer just his possession. I was becoming his obsession. And in the dangerous world of the mafia, obsessions like this… never ended quietly.

However, now she was staring at it in the face, and it was choking her. Her eyes bored into her soul so that Isabella could feel that the fear and uncertainty had the features of Isabella's face. ”You can’t run away from it Isabella,” she said, her voice firm but soft. “When you’re in, you’re in for life”. The Mafia is more than a just one place, Isabella. It has been in existence for a long time. There are individuals who are greedy for power and money and they do not mind who they damage in the process so as to have them. The world is filled with greed and everyone in this world wants everything and this world creates this blind desire for everyone. Not even the police or the government ca

“But I’m glad of it. It only increased my desire to sit on the throne and to achieve it, I will do anything.” I nodded. “So what does this mafia do? Scam people? Sell people?” “We make rules and we break rules. We don’t do the things you said but other clans do. We deal with corporate, weapons, and other things.” Again I nodded and then I kept quiet. “Can I also ask you something?” he asked. He looked into my eyes as if he was searching for something in it. “Didn’t you ever feel anything for me from the day we met? Not at least once?”

The rotten feeling returns to my heart and I succumb to darkness. Supposedly, they wanted money and my father is a billionaire himself, so they used me as bait. They were mafias, I don’t know the details but since that day I started hating them to the core. This time as well I am again tangled up in this bloody stalker mess. They just won’t leave me alone, and I wonder why that guy is obsessed with me. At first, I thought it was all for money but on second thought it was not regarding that. The police informed me that the guy was a mafia boss and is quite rich so must really be a psycho to obsess over someone like me.

“You wear my ring. You sleep in my bed. You carry my name. That makes you mine. Every inch of you. And if you ever let that bastard touch you again, I’ll make sure neither of you can ever walk again.” Aria’s eyes widened in horror. “You want to know what happens when a woman disrespects a mafia Don?” he sneered. “Keep playing with fire, Aria, and you’ll find out.” “You’re sick,” she whispered, the fear creeping into her voice. “This isn’t love, this is obsession.”

Antonio Dante's pov, Mafia is taking your time. Mafia is smart. Mafia is about being calculative. Mafia is chess. It is about selling drugs. Selling weapons. Getting debts. And most of all, fighting your enemy. An enemy is made when he poses a fight to demolish you. No mafia wants a competing mafia. No mafia wants another mafia. A Mafia wants to be the one and only. We get rich this way. In the underworld.

Most importantly I was an outsider there and he,perhaps was a De Niro or some rich spoil brat. I tried to walk past him but he blocked my way causing me to finally have a look of his appearance.He was of Stefano's age,no doubt also having the same handsome genes of De Niro males.His blonde curls falling over his head and his black eyes,they were dark both with lust and something more intense. I know men in the mafia are sex obsessed.Keeping concubines and prostitutes and even rape isn't surprising.It is in my own hand to save my dignity like I did all these years.

LILY’s POV “Mafia is a process, not a thing. Mafia is a form of clan cooperation to which its individual members pledge a lifelong commitment to. Friendship, connections, family ties, trust, loyalty, obedience… this was the glue that held us together.” – Joe Bonanno

Their expressions turned serious at once. They finally understood: I wasn’t some lost, weak princess waiting to be “taken in.” I wasn’t a lonely girl Sophia could destroy. I was Mia. The woman who controlled the new Italian Quarter shipping lines. The woman none of their families could afford to anger. I stood and walked to the floor‑to‑ceiling window. Beneath me lay the richest, most dangerous streets in the city. Mafia bosses. Old money. Greed. Betrayal. A million secret deals happening in the dark.

“I’m fine, brother, and there is someone who is taking care of me as I said, so don’t worry. I can protect myself. Anyway, I wanted to ask you about someone in here with me.” I said, frowning when I remembered why I wanted to call him in the first place. I wanted to know about that woman who keeps popping right in front of me every time I turn my face. “There is a woman who is called Isis. I keep seeing her everywhere. On my first day in here, she seemed hostile, but then she told me about the bounty on my head, so I got confused. Still, there is something off about her. I asked CO Diaz about her, but all he knows is that she is from another mafia family and she killed someone to get in here