Mafia's Possession Novels & Stories

My gaze locked onto his glowing eyes, and I felt it—a sudden, invisible heat that wrapped around both of our wrists, binding us. I gasped, staring at the faint marks forming on my skin. A bond. The Moon Goddess really has given me another chance—another path just as I begged for but why with a Mafia? Before I could fully process what was happening, his strong arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me flush against his chest. His thumb traced my lips again, slower this time, before he leaned in and captured my mouth in a searing, possessive kiss. I stiffened, my mind screaming at me to resist, but my body betrayed me, melting into his touch.

I looked at them. They were all in black. I didn’t need anyone to tell me that they were the mafia. This must be a mistake. It wasn’t possible. I wasn’t going to believe anything they had said.“100 million dollars? Do you know what you are saying?” I asked the leader of the men as I raised my head in defiance. “You can ask your grandfather” he smugly replied. I turned to my grandpa and saw that he had a similar expression on his face. Before my grandfather could speak, the gang leader beat him to it.“Hey you!” the leader called the other person and they moved towards me.

“What do you want from me?” “You’re aware of your father’s…profession?” Mia sighed deeply. “I know he’s the Avtoritet under the Pakhan of the Varnakov bratva, which makes him about number-three in their hierarchy, but I don’t know specifics. If you’ve brought me here to gain some kind of advantage, or obtain information, you’re out of luck. I want nothing to do with him or the russkaya mafiya.” “Hmm.” Shane gestured to a wet bar. “Drink?”

"To repay your debts, you belong to me, your body belongs to me. If I say breath, you breathe, If I say cease breathing you do just that. Fucking eat dog shit and you obey!" "You're mine, all mine. Mine to use and discard! - Tu sei mio, tutto mio. Il mio da usare e scartare!" Vincent breathed into her ears. "I'd rather die than be subjected to the Mafia again." Isadora asserted through gnashed teeth. Vincent slashed the other side of Isadora's face at the same angle. "Foolish people beget foolish desires. Born into the Mafia, die in the Mafia, no one can ever get clean from it. It's a birth essence. It's life force. And you aren't an exception."

Suddenly, his mouth grabbed my breast. "No.. no.. no… Luca. Remember, I take the lead. I uttered while I pulled back, removing his pants and thongs. I could feel his heavy breathing. "Little Mia, what are you doing to me?" He groaned in pleasure while I stroked his fleshy hard cock. Never seen this submissive type of Luca before. He was all possessive and sort of but who would believe the almighty Mafia devil could be so weak on his back, begging to be tended to.

Ophelia and I never got mad? Ofélia was the owner of the house and she was the one who coordinated everything and made sure that everything was impeccable, that the girls were presentable and that the house was running at full speed, this luxury club was another bet of La cosa nostra, the mafia that I commanded had several other investments spread across the country and that were used to launder money, Montenegro and the CIA was a clear example of this. __" you can give us privacy girls we'll call you later. After the women left us alone, I took another sip of whiskey, licking my lips, wiping away any remaining drops.

His slender fingers grabbed my chin with so much force that my eyes teared up from the pain. "Don't forget that I'm the Don of the Marinos, Mia. I have many ways of making a person vanish into thin air in Micosa. Do you want to experience it?" This was the mafia's logic. It was their version of Quid Pro Quo. Once they gave a person something, they thought it would give them the right to take everything they could from the person. "You'll regret this, Ernest," I said slowly with clenched teeth. Ernest reacted as if he had just heard a joke. He let go of his grasp and instructed the bodyguards in black standing guard at the door.

The last words he managed before losing consciousness were a quiet, commanding promise: “You’re my possession now… little nurse.” Sofia sat frozen beside the bed, heart racing, her fingers still held in his weakening grip. She had come here for a confidential job. She had no idea she had just stepped into the dangerous, seductive world of the mafia, and that Nikolai Moretti had just claimed her as his own.

Svetlana Yulia Kozlovsky The specters of my ruin looked less than concerned if even this wreck was going to end in a heart arrest. The Giannini's was your typical shark in grey waters. Territorial, power-hungry, and predators of sharp teeth with a jaw to regenerate a new set every fortnight. To them, Mafia was their family gridiron with acquaintances and consociate on every nook and cranny. They come up strong with cohesive reciprocities pulling them at leverage.

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