Mafia's Possession Novels & Stories

Isabella’s POV It was nice to have dinner with Papa, but of course, as soon as the topic of the DeMarcos came up, there was a huge fight. “I don’t understand in this day and age that you can’t barter for my freedom,” I voiced, crossing my arms. “It’s mafia tradition, Mia Stellina,” Papa replied. “The mafia is very steeped in tradition and values. There is even a mafia council in Italy with strict rules. If you go against the council, you can face severe penalties, including death.”

Chiara Moretti Alessandro stared down at me, his jaw tight. "You say that now," he said, and took a step toward me. "But you do not understand what you are asking for, Chiara. The mafia world is not a boardroom. It is not about signing papers or making smart investments. It is a world built on blood, loyalty, and extreme violence. It is filled with people who will not hesitate to cut your throat just to send a message."

You will belong to me body and soul. She knew it was the Mafia way, once the Grand Don placed his ring on a woman’s finger she became his possession, his to do whatever he liked with, she had no rights of her own. It was something she was battling with because she was a Don in her own right and had no intention of giving her whole life over to Ricci. The Hierarchy were about to find out she was just as stubborn as her husband; she was determined to have the rules change and bring the organisation kicking and screaming into the twenty-first century.

I smirk as they do so. "You'll acquire a lot more power than you can ever imagine if you have the Colombian Mafia under your hands." Gerardo informs me. You will make a lot more enemies as a result of all that power. I exhale as my eyes look around the club. That's true, but thanks to this agreement, we may now be even more powerful than the Bratva. My fury automatically flares up when I see Della talking to some moron. I move toward them without saying anything more. As soon as I am close enough, I take Della by the back and cradle her against my breast. As I close in on this piece of garbage, my arms encircle her firmly.

“Well, that motherfucker deserves to die. After sexually harassing and sexually abusing many people, telling him to commit suicide isn’t enough as atonement for his sins.” Leon shook his head. No matter what he says, Hunter will always have a reason. “By the way, any news about the Delgados?” Hunter asked. “They’ve partnered with Director Evangelista of Fast Freight. They seem to be widening their business reach, as we’ve heard. It also seems they are still gathering some intel about our group and us and telling everyone they will dethrone us in the mafia world.” “I originally wouldn’t give a shit about how they wanted to run their businesses and their group as long as they wouldn’t interfer

Respect for Andrei extended not only to his followers but even to his most bitter enemies, who recognized his power and ability to maintain control in a city filled with rivalries and unbridled ambitions. From that night on, Andrei Borisov's name resonated even more strongly in the dark corridors of the criminal underworld. His coldness and cruelty became legends, and his shadow extended beyond the walls of his gothic mansion, reminding everyone that he was the most feared and respected mafioso in the country. ** Andrei Borisov's reputation as the most feared mafioso in the country was solid. His fortress was a place where loyalty was rewarded and betrayal was ruthlessly punished. His men kn

"I can't give you my step-son without assurance. I still hold the position of five mafia lord in this city, and we can't execute a mafia lord without a sin..." F*ck that rules! I laughed out of annoyance, "Clever, Hector. Very clever," I looked around to confront him, "Be glad because Nicholas didn't even pull the trigger. Since you mentioned that stupid rules, can I remind you the position I'm holding?" "I hold the number one rank, and you're under me as far as I remember." "Still you can't execute me." "Yeah. I know that, but doesn't mean I can get rid of the evidence."

"Bianca's name is never mentioned. Bambola segreta could be anyone or noone. It's all underground hearsay noted down and sold on the black market." "Secret doll?" "One of one, the only one who is rumoured to hold every piece of information they ever hid in over thirty children over twenty years." "That's sick." "The mafia is a relentless beast, Niko, an illness that courses through our veins since birth. There's no escaping the shackles of our destiny." "You say that, yet it appears you've claimed everything you ever desired."

"Is he dead? Is my father dead?" "No. He was taken and will be returned after you wed Fabian Belucci." "Who took my daddy?" My tears spilled. She wiped them with her thumbs. "Tell me! Let's go to the police! Why are we not going to the police?" "Mija, these people own the police. Your father was taken by the Mafia." Dio! Chris and Frank were right. I am a Mafia bride! "They came in the middle of the night... a dozen armed men. They beat up anyone who got in the way and took Giovanni. I don't know whether you understand this mija but you are a Mafia Bride. You can't run away from it. The only way out is if we all die. If that happens, we will be free but everything we own goes back to the Maf

And to worsen the situation, his bodyguards stood like statues, blocking the exits. Hannah, who had been chatting with someone at the bar, finally noticed what was happening. Her face went pale as she hurried over. "Scarlett?" she asked, her voice shaky. Then she looked at Liam, and her eyes widened in recognition. "Wait, you’re…" Her voice trailed off, and I saw the fear flash across her face. She knew him. Everyone seemed to know him. Liam DeLuca, the godfather of some gang, Europe’s biggest mafia—at least that was what Hannah had told me earlier today in class.