Mafia Temptation Belle Dowson Novels & Stories

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.

Beside me, Rosella sits perfectly still. The glass door slides open, and Melvik strolls back in with a broad, smug grin. A line of stunning, curvy women in barely-there clubwear follows behind him, their soft giggles filling the room as their eyes sweep over the VIP booth. "Take your pick, gentlemen!" Melvik announces loudly over the booming bass. Tyrn, Jay, and the other Dunes men waste no time, pulling the beautiful women onto their laps, laughing deeply, whispering filthy promises into their ears. The air quickly fills with cheap perfumes and the thick smoke of cigars.

Volume/Book 1: The Stylish Mafia Girl & Her Muse Mafia men have been the trend of town for ages; their dominance over the world resembles a ghost ruling the graveyard—driven by that statement when exceptionally beautiful female Simone Thompson—the ruling Mafia of Austria vows to change the belief, then destruction is accompanied by terror, action, and the everlasting love to kill for adventure.

A MAFIA’S RIGHTEOUS PET PROLOGUE “The boys have the target, boss.” I heard Gio announce to Vermont who nodded in approval but his eyes still fixated on the Mexican girl who bashed the dance floor with her sexy dance moves. It was my first time in a club and I’d say there's nothing about it that's to my liking. The loud distasteful music, the cigarettes, the whisky, and even the people all irritated me. “I want her,” He said and I couldn't help but notice how the Mafia’s eyes closely followed the young lady.

"Gabriel Ross. The mafia boss. The man who could kill someone with a dinner fork and probably has. That Gabriel Ross." "That's the one." Belle was quiet for exactly three seconds, her face running with multiple emotions. "Was it good?" "Belle." "Sorry, sorry," she bit her lips to stop from laughing. "It's just that he has quite the reputation for being a stallion in bed, and I wonder if it's true." "You're not helping, Belle Nelson," I sighed. "That's the least of my worries." "I'm sorry, darling," she gave me a pitying glance. "Please continue."

Axel swiftly steps aside, avoiding the flying glass. My temper has been out of control lately. But who can blame me? Antonio was one of my best men, and I found out too late that he was stealing from me. Besides the men I've already tortured and killed for information, I don't know who else could have been working with him besides the Russians. Any of my men could be traitors, and I fucking hate traitors. Nobody steals from me. NOBODY! My blood is boiling, threatening to explode. Killing him wasn't enough. Once you join the mafia, your family automatically becomes collateral. He took from me, and I'm going to take everything from him even if he's already rotting away in hell.

They have no idea who I really am but soon, he will. Because I, Elena D’Souza, may have been forced to marry the devil but I plan to drag him straight to hell with me. If it wasn't for the greedy bastard whom I call father, I wouldn’t be standing at the altar in this white gown, dressed up like the prettiest and happiest bride. All it took him was one desperate deal with the most dangerous mafia family in the city to sell me off like some unwanted worthless object. And now, thanks to that fucking deal, I belong to Dominic Moretti, the devil, the king of chaos and the man feared by each and everyone in the city.

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.

She manages to deceive him for a whole year until her cup finally gets filled. After four months he goes to a nightclub and brings back a lady. They do their thing and the lady leaves the next day. Bella, as usual, goes to kill her. She has no idea the lady is the daughter of one of the deadliest mafia bosses in Italy. Killing her isn't easy because she fights so well, but Bella still manages to get her down. She is about to leave the place only to come face to face with Conrald and his men. Before she can say a word, gunmen pull up and finish off nearly all of Conrald's men whom he brought along.

she asked in a low, husky voice. “The sense of belonging. You’re mine, now. Forever.” “Strangely enough, I like the idea of it.” She bit her lower lip and stepped back. “I’m going to freshen up.” I watched her loosen the back of her dress and slowly, oh-so seductively, disappear into the bathroom. Taking off my bow tie, I sat on the bed, leaning onto the headboard, my eyes lingering on the bathroom door for too long. I had never thought I would be so impatient for a woman, but then, Bella wasn’t just any woman. I was a territorial man like every other Mafioso out there. Bella was mine. No one would come between us.