Novel & Cerita Mafia Temptation Belle Dowson

If, in her quest for power, she hadn’t just handed over the last shred of her soul. The days turned into weeks, and Aurora’s life grew increasingly complicated as she danced around the mafia boss’s desires and schemes. She was forced to perform for him, to entertain his guests, and to submit to his every whim—all while keeping up the act of a willing participant

Some danced with poles, some topless, but all in various forms of undress. A tug at my hand forced me to look back at the men who were done discussing. Lorenzo presented his hand, on which I saw a crested ring. Giovanni knelt down and kissed the ring and my jaw went slack with the shock reminder that I was now involved with the Gallieni Mafia, whether I liked it or not. “Chelsea,” Giovanni raised his voice and a blonde woman wearing a blue sequin bikini top and tiny short shorts strolled up to him, bowing to Lorenzo, her breasts nearly spilling out of the cups.

I replied, feeling relieved to have someone to talk to. "Don't worry, dear. We'll show you the ropes and make sure you settle in smoothly. But you should know, Melissa, that Mr. Moretti is not a man to be trifled with. He can be wicked and mean, and he doesn't tolerate mistakes." I felt a chill run down my spine at the mention of Moretti's name. I had heard stories about him from my mother, about how he was a dangerous and ruthless mafia kingpin who ruled over his empire with an iron fist. I prayed that I wouldn't cross paths with him, that I could just do my job and stay out of his way.

It was almost as if he wanted to care for her, more than what he would naturally allow. It should be a mutually beneficial arrangement, nothing more, nothing less… And yet, he felt as if this arrangement was but an excuse for him to act on his darker and more sinful desires. The way she never shied away from his touch, and she regarded him honestly — sometimes with fear in her eyes, sometimes with longing and desire — often made something stir inside him. And he wasn’t all that comfortable with said feeling if he was going to be honest. But then again, he was Roman Bianchi, a mafia boss whose reputation preceeded him. A mere innocent nurse shouldn’t pose a threat to his peace and sanity… she

ALMA MARTELLI Everything happened in a blur. From the moment Zita walked down the aisle to when they exchanged their fake vows and tied the knot. I couldn’t pay attention to how my only sister was being thrown away like a dirty rag. It broke my heart even more knowing that I was next. Zita Martelli, beautiful and soulless in her wedding dress, had just gotten married to one of the most ruthless mafia bosses in New York. Enzo Bianchi. She never wanted this marriage. She had only been forced into it as a pawn in an alliance deal. That was what became of all the women in the mafia world. And that was not the life I wanted for her or myself.

“I'll show you when we get to the room.” Julia rolled her eyes playfully. Of course, she understood what he meant, and this time, she wanted him too. She was not being forced to like before. This time, she wanted to give him her all and feel it in return. After all, they belonged to each other. *** This story would have ended like any other fairytale, with the characters living “happily ever after,” except that this time it was a mafia story that ended in the best way possible. Well one could actually say that Donatello and Giulia “fucked happily ever after.”

She was perched on the edge of his desk like a decorative trinket with too much lip gloss, cleavage begging for attention in a blood red dress that looked tailored to entice. With curves that looks almost too good to be true! Bianca Ravelli. The mafia princess of the Ravelli syndicate. She’s Spoiled, shallow, dangerous in the way pretty things can be when they’ve never had to earn anything in their life. And She was laughing. Touching his arm? Begging him to take her to dinner, her voice loud and chirpy but also saccharine, her nails painted like she planned to claw her way into his bed.

"You understand that punishment does not just mean working to pay off the debt, correct? It means you belong to me. It means you do what I say, when I say it, without question." Every word felt like a trap closing around Bianca. But what choice did she have? "I understand," Bianca whispered. Anna smiled. "Good." She turned to face Bianca's father. "Marcus, I am going to make you an offer. I will let you live. You can keep your cafe. You can keep your house. But I am taking your daughter. She belongs to me now. And you can only get her back when you have the full payment ready. All two point three million dollars."

"I never wanted this for us." Then he climbs into the SUV and is gone, leaving me standing alone under the cold fluorescent lights of the hangar. Any honeymoon bliss I felt now seems like a naive fantasy. This is the life I've chosen by becoming Declan's wife - a never-ending cycle of violence and revenge, my husband always at the mercy of the mafia's cruel demands. With a heavy heart, I slowly make my way to the car that will take me back to the lavish, empty penthouse that is now my gilded cage.