Mafia's Possession Novels & Stories

He was charming in a lethal wayb and every word he said made it harder to maintain the armor I’d built. The dinner went for hours. His associates exchanged stories about drug shipments and bodies dumped in canals like they were trading stock tips. I sipped water and listened. Every detail was ammunition. Every smile from Nikolai was a taunt. He had no idea I was the pin under the elephant's foot. Eventually the night advanced and everyone was starting to leave until I was left alone with him. He leaned back and stretched as if he hadn’t just spent hours surrounded by monsters. I tried to imagine the kind of man he would have been if he hadn't become a criminal but I came out blank. A crimina

They tried it once, and it really exploded the car driven by the remote control. "Stay at home! Whatever happens, stay calm. I'll sort it all out. It's just people's rubbish." "Is it the Mafia too?" Jessica asked when they reached the room. "Just an insignificant piece of rubbish. Drug kingpin." "You're Mafia, what." "I am the Mafia! But I don't deal in illegal goods! I only sell illegal weapons. Even many countries buy my weapons illegally! You should know that!" "Then your name is in the Otherworld?"

Kira spoke in the same careless tone. “And he is one of the biggest mafia bosses of the world… every single criminal organization that runs through the continent – drugs, guns, theft, every damn thing, is owned by him,” Taron finished. And he was pleased to see that finally Kira was shocked. Kira’s mouth hung open at these words. “Mafia boss?” Kira spoke in a whisper.

I bit my lips as I heaved a sigh, "The name on the file is Jaylen Noire Adryan, I am sure you are aware of that." "Yes, I am very well aware," Alexis put off her massage chair. How would anybody decide to just wake up and kill Jaylen, it's like signing a death contract and I didn't sign one. "And you want me to kill him? That man Is well protected, I am also sure you are well aware of that," I tried my best to be calm because I'm around Alexis. The person they wanted me to eliminate is one of the youngest, most successful and notorious mafia lords, Jaylen Noire Adryan. He is the king of the underground world and he is the kind of person someone like me would never want to cross paths with.

Matteo said. "Let me make myself clear, Matteo. I do not want some whore you bought," Matteo's son, Vittore answered in a deadly calm voice. Now that word hurt. It made terrifying memories flash in my mind. I sagged, being held up my two men as I tried not to have a panic attack. I breathed slowly. Now was not the time Dalia. You are free ok? You are out. Breathe. Breathe... "I realise she is in fact pathetic but, she is property of our mafia. She's worth billions," I was confused at that.

Niko said as he strolled into the tiny apartment I'd rented for the week. I didn't even look up. Just buried my face in my hands. "You're the last person I want to see." He ignored that. Of course he did. "I'm your favorite person," he said with that crooked smile that never quite fit his face. He was a hard man built from glass shards and iron will. He'd been Capo of the Italian mafia, and now here he was, standing in my kitchen like a bad memory, holding a suit like we were about to play dress-up.

"It doesn't matter what they promised. The point is, I took the job. And now I'm here. And you're in danger whether you leave this house or not." I looked at Micaiah. Really looked at him. At the tension in his shoulders. The guilt in his eyes. The way he was holding himself like he was ready for a fight. "Is it true?" I asked quietly. "What he said about you. About criminal empire and war and—" "Mali—" "Just answer the question. Is it true?" His jaw worked. Then: "Yes." The word felt like the floor dropping out from under me. "What are you? Mafia? Gang leader? What?"

Tables surrounded by men who spoke of honor while negotiating lives. As I grew older, my body began to be watched differently. Not with open desire—but with assessment. As if I were being prepared for something that hadn’t yet been spoken aloud. My name started to circulate in conversations that didn’t include me. My future was discussed without my knowledge. My existence acquired a value that had nothing to do with who I was. I stopped being just a daughter. I became a possibility. And in that world, possibilities don’t belong to themselves. The mafia works this way: everything must serve something greater. No one is an individual. Everyone is a piece. And some pieces are disposable.

He sighs, his hands clasping my wrists, restraining my abusive outburst towards him. "As I previously stated, you are my property, and I reserve the right to do with you as I please." He hisses in my ear. "You will always belong to the Mafia, your crimes will forever bind you to us for the rest of your life," he says with amusement. I take a step back from him, yanking my hands-free from his embrace, and pick up the gun again, cocking it back and aiming it directly at his head. Attempting a bullseye shot..

For the past two months, Misha has been residing in Chicago, making preparations for my takeover of the now-defunct Chicago Bratva. Similar to myself, Misha is an active member of the European Bratva, engaging in various illicit activities such as drug trafficking, money laundering, extortion, and contract killings. His expertise extends beyond the realm of criminal operations, encompassing combat skills, weapon proficiency, and the art of manipulation and control.