Mafia's Possession Novels & Stories

All I had to do now was to lay out the hard facts in front of him and take away whatever foundation he was standing on from right under his feet. “There’s nothing to explain because all you have are empty promises, Angelo. Like any other business, a mafia needs a functioning business model with which they can make profits and grow. This is achieved by investing in stock market products, real estate, commodities, and other assets—legal or illegal. But you have nothing because you ran away from Chicago after it was discovered that you’ve been stealing from the mafia, didn’t you?” “What—what are you talking about? Who’s been feeding you these lies?” Angelo stuttered.

Luna, willingly or unwillingly you will have to come with me. {Luna's pov} I closed my eyes trying to sleep but the sound of gun Kept replaying in my mind, he is a monster how can he kill someone mercilessly. And mafia? I will have to stay away from, as much as possible. dad was right we never know what rich people can do, and as much I know about mafia, they are not decent. Not at all. shrugging that off I sat up on the bed, I was sleepy but that scene kept up folding in my brain making me groan in frustration and grab my hairs, but what took my concern was the guy's words, "The money your father took,"

"Who master Max?" "Nothing." How is that woman knows that Omega? Maximillian asks himself. After an hour of travelling, Maximillian arrived at the manor of his clan, where Nostra Adamus mafia clan can be found far away from the city. Legis opened his door for him, when Maximillian got out of the car, his waiting people immediately bowed and greeted him, Maximillian walked straight ahead with Legis following him in the back. "Did Mr. Sanchez, agreed on our terms?" Maximillian ask.

*************** CHAPTER 26 ~Arianna’s POV~ The car tore through the darkened streets, its engine growling like a restless predator. Damon’s hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles pale under the dim glow of the dashboard. I crossed my arms, my frustration boiling over. “You can’t just drag me around like I’m some kind of possession, Damon. I’m a person, not—” “You’re mine, Arianna,” he interrupted firmly. “And I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe.”

The woman sat on the couch without responding, and she walked toward her. “What are you doing here ? Eva asks slowly.” “I understand you are astonished to see me here, but I need to meet you. You are Eva, my husband's girlfriend, or, as I prefer, his sex slave.” She looks surprised and angry; she doesn't have the right to say such things about her. “Excuse me.” “There is no need to be too innocent; I know a girl like you very well. Do you think you are special for her? It is a common thing in the mafia world to use a girl like you. You can never take my place.”

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.

he whispered and pulled her up from the ground. He led her back to the room and sat her down on the bed. "I know you don't remember me so let me introduce myself. I'm Alexander Miguel soon to be the boss of the Black mafia and you are my one way ticket through that door. I'll give you one minute to completely hand yourself over to me or I'm going to start killing everyone you love, no more beating around the corner," he whispered with a serious face. Siana looked into his face trying to crack the joke behind his words but she found nothing. He was being serious. The room was quite as his vicious eyes tore through her.

Ken answered, “As long as you’re with me you’ll be safe.” “Why is that?” I asked. “I am one of the most feared Mafia leaders out there,” he smirked,”Only the stupid people dare to mess with me.” “Okay then,” I mutter. “We’re here,” Cole announced. “Lets party,” Dexter cheered. We got out of the car, and I looked at the big house in front of me. “Jesus you guys must be billionaires,” I gaped. "What did u expect,” Ken clarified. We walked into the house, and I was surprised to see everyone look so……classy.

Zachary shoved his hands into his pockets and paced slowly around the living room. "From what I know, it contains a collection of documents on every single Mafia organization in the world, information about them, all their crimes, looted capital, and series of evidence. The information on where gold bars and statues worth over five hundred trillion dollars are kept hidden illegally is also in that safe."

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.