Mafia Temptation Belle Dowson Novels & Stories

She blushed softly, her gratitude evident in her shy expression. "Thank you," Chiara whispered, her voice filled with a mix of excitement and nervousness. It was a privilege to be there for her on such a momentous day, lending my support and helping to make her dreams come true. ****** In the solemn ambience of the church, I sat by Mac Allister's side. Dressed in a revealing black gown and a delicate net cap, I observed the scene before me. Bella, standing at the altar, was accompanied by Krystallo, a notorious mafia killer-turned-priest who would soon wed her in a month's time. Their unlikely love story was a testament to the unpredictable nature of life.

It was audio I retrieved from getting someone to bug her apartment. In the recording, she was chatting with her friends. "That Freya's an old hag. She's old, ugly, and still clinging to the title of Madre Corleone. So disgusting! Vincenzo is so good to me now. He listens to me so well. Once he divorces that old hag, I'd be the Donna of the Corleone famiglia. "I heard that Freya used to run with the underworld, so she has blood on her hands. That's really terrifying. How could Vincenzo ever want someone like that? I'm younger and purer, much better than her."

Sin gave him a signal to speak, which Mykel clearly understood. "Vicky Chadda, a single dad with his only daughter, his wife, left him for unknown reasons. He's a drug lord in India and owns a strippers' clubhouse in Italy, with hidden treasures in it," Mykel read, his eyes fixated on the system. Sin nodded and continued, his voice cold and different from his usual self. "His life has been paid for, and the treasure as well. He has a lot of men, getting into the clubhouse won't be easy," he paused, studying their expressions.

If he wasn't affected by me, why would he have approached me at all? You're lying, I wanted to spit in his face. You want me. You can't be faking it! Oh, but who was I kidding, I thought with a laugh. This was the mafia don. A man with many faces. A man who had succeeded in wrapping both the Italian police and the American police around his finger. A man who pretended to be a saint before the public but deep inside, he was the fucking devil! If he wanted to fake being affected by my touch, If he wanted to pretend he was affected by me, I had reasons to believe that he would do so effortlessly.

“I don’t kiss.” She laughed lightly, unfazed by my tone, and reached for my belt. This wasn’t the first time I had been dragged into something like this. In this world, power wasn’t just in bullets, it lied in temptation, indulgence. I knew how to handle this without making it a scandal. I let them do what they were here to do, but I didn’t return a single touch. I didn’t speak. I didn’t feel. Anything. Another one, who was earlier in the black dress, followed the lead, and took my, not so little one in her mouth. Her mouth was warm against my skin, and her saliva trying all her best to give me hard on.

But I don't dare to ask questions. "I can't ensure your safety, Principessa." His voice drops as he uses his fingers to move a few pieces of hair out of my face and he's so close that his breath tickles the skin of my nose. "You understand, don't you?" His accent slightly peeks out as he murmurs the last sentence and my insides melt. Woah. Butterflies erupt in my stomach at how close he is and his touch. Before I realize what he's doing. Alejandro Gonzalez was a mafia Don, which meant he knew how to manipulate people into getting what he wanted.

👿 Daniel watched her leave… and a faint smile appeared on his lips. “That’s exactly what I want…” he murmured. “I want you to be strong.” “To fight.” “Because the path we’re walking on…” “…is filled with dangers.” 🔥 His expression darkened. “There may come a time… when I’ll have to stand against you.” “And that day— you’ll have to stand strong.” “Because you’re not just anyone…” “You are the Queen of a Mafia King.” 👿👸🔥

Chapter 5 Mateo's eyes glittered like strokes of light as he slowly strolled down Camellia's body, over each visible curve. Her gown accentuated her perfect shape, the marine blue complementing the diamonds on her neck. She looked beautiful, so beautiful that he wished she were his. Immediately, he realized the severity of his thoughts and looked away. The Requiem was the most powerful mafia in New York. They were ruthless and bloodthirsty. He knew it would be stupidity to go against them.

Penelope whispered, trying her best to get her to be enthusiastic about their date, she knows that guy is a walking danger but she knows he won't be able to hurt her, not physically and emotionally though. "Let us not forget the part that he is rich and that makes you a rich mafia princess and female assassin, dating an extremely wealthy mafia boss, oh my God, I would kill right a story about you both, maybe I should quit hacking and be a writer instead, I think that would be the best and lighter option if we are to be extremely candid with each other, I won't have anyone on my tail questioning my ass the reason why I am digging up buried information." Penelope's voice dropped an octave lowe

I set the glasses on the bar and begin drying them one by one. "What if I wanted the doll to make my drink?" The man asked coldly. "She can't. It's against the law for someone without a liquor license to make alcoholic drinks in any establishment." Cass replied politely and began making the man's drink. "You work for the mafia and you're worried about upholding the law?" The man laughed. Mafia!? What the actual fuck did I just hear? Cass works for the mafia? "I'm afraid I dont know what you're talking about." Cass said nonchalantly. The mysterious man smirked and looked at me. Just as he was about to say something, Rafael and his guest came walking up behind him.