Mafia's Possession Novels & Stories

Sophia Antonio had captivated him and he wasn’t a man accustomed to wanting without taking. He would have her, and he would own her. Crazy? Yes, that is exactly who is he. A crazy mafia lord who took possession of everything that he desired.

Of course, on a normal day, I’d have chased them away while ordering them to never arrive at my house announced, but they had come with urgent business at hand and I knew i couldn’t postpron the meeting. I used to believe Mia hated most things related to the mafia. So far, from all what I’ve been able to gather on her after studying her, I knew she wasn’t fond of things related to mafia. Of course, she had been born into it and had grew up in it, but the sight of blood still makes her dizzy. It’s why I never even contemplated that she’d come over here, because I thought her dislike for the mafia would make her stay away, but I guess I was wrong.

"What is wrong with you all? How could you be so foolish? How are you all able to let your jealousy consume you? Do you not realize that if she reports this to Ace, we are all in big trouble? You should pray she does not inform him over the phone or upon his return. As the girls complained, she overheard Sarah berating them. Rome, Italy Ace Luna. "So what made you think we should be partners, huh?" Speaking with his distinctively thick accent, the Italian mafia boss. "I know you're the most powerful Mafia in Italy, dealing in drugs, especially marijuana, cocaine, and guns... Carl is starting to pose a threat to me, so I need a lot of weapons to kill him and I also need some drugs I can keep

"No! How can I just climb on your back? Moreover, there's an injury on your arm." JK yells, "Just shut up and do as I say!" "No, I won't! Why are you showing me mercy now?" "I have never seen a stubborn girl like you." Grabbing her hand forcefully, he makes her lean on his back. "This man, seriously! How long are you going to force me? Will you ever let me live peacefully? When will you stop all this?" "When you love me more than I do." "I'll never fall for you." "You won't have to do it, baby. It will happen automatically. Just wait and see." "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Walk as soon as possible; I'm so hungry." "It's high time to learn how to control your hunger." "Yah, I've never seen a stupid

The Devil doesn’t know what love is. He only knows the language of violence. Pouring off blood is his favourite pastime. He basks in the scent of blood and fear. “We are leaving.” Scorpion placed his hand on the SSE as he relayed the message. The guards at the front revved his vehicle when he heard the words from Scorpion. The others followed suit until they all moved out, in a straight, undisturbed line. The Leopard mafia gang was a sight to behold as they drove in their convoy. All the vehicles on the road stopped, to allow them to pass.

Doll stared down the Tawny that stopped himself an inch from slamming his fist into the no-fur's face. The promise familia was an old folk magic story Liam had told Doll about. Every underling feared the curse of breaking the promise familia. A no-fur owned by an old family like the Martellis was said to be able to curse anyone at the moment of his death. It was part of the reason that being a mafia-owned no-fur was preferable to most other fates. Doll produced the blade he'd pick-pocketed from the Tawny he'd jumped. He knew right where it would be. Mafia tradition made henchtoms so predictable.

I tap my fingers on the door, analyzing the people walking calmly without being aware of what lurks beside them, I check the time once again in a countdown to receive information about the mansion's fire. Jackson assured that the two would take time to return with their soldiers because they were too busy trying to find the stolen cargo and contacting the supplier to ask for new girls. The idiots don't even sell them to another mafia, they just throw the women in whorehouses in Sicily holding auctions for perverts like them and using the kids as freebies for the best customers. sick sick fuckers

"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."

the another voice shaked “You know how much power he has. You can’t even expect it but I know. I know every big mafia wanted him to be with him desperate to get their name attached with them. He has bulk warehouses to produce, Drugs, liquor and arms. If he stops supplies or burns the assets the half of the mafia would be weak on knees. He is CAPO in every sense. Regret to say but I am really impressed with his personality.Hell! there is nothing he is not dealing with. DO you know why?” “Why?”

“Obviously they’re a gang of sorts. I’m not an idiot. But what I’m asking is which of Sangrid’s many gangs have you brought into a house of healing?” Voice strained, Giovanni said finally, “Mariposa.” “Jesus.” Gianna felt like crumpling. She folded forward, bracing her forearms on the table, and demanded harshly, “Are you an idiot, Giovanni?” “You probably think so.” “I’m starting to know so.” Mariposa. More specifically, the Mariposa Mafia. The fucking mafia. “Mariposa,” Gianna said again, as if she could barely believe her brother’s stupidity. “They’re not that bad!” Giovanni said defensively, and Gianna wanted to reach across the table and slap the back of his head.