Mafia's Possession Novels & Stories

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.

"Mateo crossed a line. He paid the price. That's how our world works, Gianna." "Our world," I repeated, the words tasting bitter. "You mean the mafia world. The world where violence is the answer to everything." "The world where disrespect has consequences," he corrected, his hand sliding from my hip to the small of my back, pulling me closer. "The world where a man who puts his hands on another man's woman doesn't get to walk away unscathed." I almost rolled my eyes. "I'm not a possession." "You're mine." His voice dropped to that sinister note that made my stomach flip. "And in my world, that means something. It means I protect what's mine by eliminating any threat. It means anyone who thi

"Then why is your pulse racing? Why are your nipples hard against your shirt? Why can I smell how wet you are right now?" I gasped, scandalized yet turned on beyond belief. "You're disgusting." "Maybe," he agreed, pulling back to look me in the eye. "But I'm also right. Your body knows who it belongs to, even if you're too stubborn to admit it." Part of me knew I was playing with fire. Dante wasn't just any man – he was the heir to a mafia empire, the leader of a motorcycle club, and apparently, intensely possessive of things he considered his.

"Yes, it's quite a complicated story. I asked for Dante's help to escape from him, believing Dante would grant me freedom, but now he seems reluctant." "Oh dear." I turned to her, puzzled. "What do you mean?" "Dante will never release you. You're precisely what the Conti mafia requires to seize control of Atlanta. Everything is clear now," she explained. And then it dawned on me that I was in deep shit.

"I know, that's why I want to ask you to think about both of us, but not in a hurry. I love you Louise, I don't know how to say what I feel, it's something totally new to me too, but I can't have you away from me anymore." "So don't let me go." Maurício This morning I received a call from the Mafia, by order I would be the new boss, but for that I would need to be married or have a child. "I won't let you, but I need you to answer me as soon as possible." Her doubtful face was on and she charmed me by smiling. The effect of the alcohol was already taking its toll on Louise, alcohol and her definitely don't mix. I was just watching her, her laughter, her hair toss, and her will to live.

" that can't be so simple at it looks., we have a mole in our organization, a very nasty one" " We have the most trusted men Capo, we can't doubt anyone " " NEVER EVER TRUST ANYONE, not even your shadow"I stated, a fact. "Why are you mumbling that bastard's line??? " " because that is true!!! " end of the discussion. Our business is on the verge of take command to rule the world. I can't simply ruin it. One mistake and everything is finished. Mafia is not a child's play. Luca was trying to interpret what I said as his phone I'd rang.

Thomas stayed behind, intently staring at a shocked micheal. "You got a phone call about a bomb and you felt it would be wise to not inform Raphael and go ahead and check it yourself?" He quizzically asked. "What are you trying to insinuate?" Micheal replied, irritation souring in his voice. "I have been in this mafia longer than you and Raphael. I was picked by Armani and put into this syndicate. I know all about the warehouses, business partners, politicians, drugs, shipments around the coast, factories, name it all. I have full knowledge because I was once the capo dei capi. I am not a stranger to how things are done in the mafia so don't dare try to belittle my status with your words" Mi

She strapped the cock back on and fucked me slowly on the floor while the family watched, claiming me as her personal trophy in front of everyone. I came hard around the strap-on, moaning her name as my mind sank deeper into submission. The mafia had bought me. And I was already addicted to being their shared, broken, willing pet.

“You’re seriously telling me... you came here… to Italy… to stay with your stepbrother, who you’re clearly in love with, who clearly fucks with your head, and you didn’t tell him you’re dying?” “I’m not dying.” “You have six months.” “That’s what they said—” “That’s what the doctor said, Camilla!" She yells. "I'm sorry." I resigned. My chest tightens painfully as I turn away, breathing deep through my nose, trying to stay standing. “You were right about him, Jess,” I say, voice low, quiet, barely audible. “Matias is Mafia. He's the boss, actually.” She freezes. “Wait—what?” I nod once. “He’s not just part of it. He runs it. He’s dangerous. Cold. He owns everything around him, and it’s not ju

They were taken in by the elderly man in a grand mansion that resembled a palace. There, Aleah noticed numerous men in suits surrounding the estate. She discovered that her grandfather was no ordinary businessman—he was the leader of a powerful mafia group in Italy. His real name was Antonio De Luna. At the mansion, Antonio recounted the reason he hadn't been with Aleah's mother for 20 years. He was once the Alpha of a pack, but an unexpected tragedy struck, leading to the death of most of his pack members. He was blamed for failing to protect them from a deadly epidemic. The only ones he had managed to save were his own family. This incident was why he never formed another wolf pack, nor wa