Novel & Cerita Mafia Temptation Belle Dowson

It’s the only way she’ll be safe. “Tell me exactly what Sloan told you,” I say, keeping my voice calm even though my thoughts are racing. “He told me the men in the bar last night were part of the mob. Said you were too. He said you’ve done terrible things, Diablo.” She hesitates, her voice softening. She shifts a little closer, twisting in her seat like she might climb into my lap. “Is it true? Are you in the mafia?” “I’m a businessman, April,” I say evenly.

Joe asked “It’s obviously a shading deal gone wrong, Temper is involved with a lot of shady people, he obviously did something to piss this set off, he’s a crook” Rex scoffed, “show me a politician who isn’t” “So what do we know now?” Joe asked again “We know it’s the don, a powerful mafia lord that has Tiffany, we know Temper is aware, we know they are demanding for some money which Temper is refusing to pay - the fucking bastard. Putting his only child’s life in such danger, just to save his ego.”

I stuttered, eyeing her from under my lashes. She sat the basket on the floor and picked out basic dresses. "My name is Viola. Your personal maid." A frown creased my forehead. My maid? I gulped. "Where am I?" I asked. "Don Massimo's mansion," she answered, folding the clothes. More confusion flooded my head, drowning me. "Who is Don Massimo?" I questioned, curiosity bubbling. "The most powerful godfather there is," she answered. Fear gripped my heart, and I felt electric shocks zapping down my spine. My heart grew erratic, and I swallowed a sharp breath.

The red line snaked through the city traffic, bypassing the grand casinos of the Strip and diving deep into the shadowy underbelly of Downtown Vegas. It finally stopped outside a dimly lit, cheap dive bar off Fremont Street. A notorious watering hole for low-lifes, hitters, and men who paid for trouble. "Mannaggia la miseria..." I muttered under my breath, my knuckles turning white as I gripped the edge of the desk. Damn it all to hell. She wasn't just hiding. She was looking for a fight. I snatched my gun off the desk, slid it into the holster beneath my jacket, and grabbed my keys.

Dove "You belong to Don Carlos now," the taller man growled in my ear like it was nothing, associating me with another dangerous and ruthless mafia lord. I stopped struggling, my eyes widened, his words settling in. My brain couldn’t process the words. I stared ahead nonchalantly like I didn’t hear him correctly. Maybe I wanted it to be a hallucination. “What?” I whispered softly. He smirked, but without humor. “He owns you, sweetheart, and he needs you. Right away.”

“Ethan, I get it. But I need this. I’ve got two days before I’m homeless. So unless you have a better option, I’ll take my chances with the mafia lord.” He sighed. “Alright. If you’re sure. Interview’s tomorrow, ten AM. I’ll text you the address.” “Thank you. Really. You don’t know what this means.” “Just… be careful. And if it’s too much, if you feel unsafe, you leave. Promise me.” “I promise.” We said goodbye. My phone buzzed with the address seconds later. 1247 Blackwood Estate Drive. I Googled it. My jaw dropped. Mansion. Ten bedrooms. Eight baths. Pool. Gym. Grounds the size of a park. Looked like something out of a magazine.

"Get to the point Wick" Wick was the signal for Aldonis and the troops to swoop in "Good. Now if you want your damsel back it's very easy." He opened his hands and documents were placed in them. "All you have to do is give your mafia to me. Everything" He dropped the piercer on the table and I stared at him. He wanted me to make a fucking blood oath "It's only fair" He smirked. I put my hand above the piercer and looked up at him.

It turned out to be my best Friday night out. I wasn't sure what I was seeing as I stared at the paper in my hand. Bringing my coffee mug to my lips, I leaned on the kitchen counter. I let my eyes scan the words for the second time. Are we expecting a future Mrs. Damon Trent soon? Billionaire heir Damon Trent in search of a wife. I walked my coffee to the dining table and pulled out a chair. Biting into my pancake, I read further.

Like temptation wearing innocence. John shut his eyes tightly. This had to stop. It wasn’t just wrong anymore—it was becoming uncontrollable. The sound of heels approaching the chapel made him lift his head slowly. He already knew who it was before she appeared. Joy. She walked into the chapel with confidence, her black veil hanging loosely behind her shoulders while her eyes searched for him instantly. The faint smirk on her lips disappeared the moment she noticed how troubled he looked. “Well,” she whispered, stepping closer. “You look like a man carrying the whole world.”