Mafia Temptation Belle Dowson Novels & Stories

Sadly, that wasn’t the real world, and I certainly couldn’t live in fantasyland for the rest of my life. “Well, it would seem we might have a mafia war on our hands. Two rival syndicates, including the Irish mob leader from right here in Louisville. That can’t happen. It’s an election year.” “How do you know it’s a rival syndicate?” Christine half laughed. “Because within these societies, security is more impressive than Fort Knox. No one gets in or out without being guarded or someone well known to the family. Plus, word on the street had been troublesome as of late, my closest informants suggesting Louisville was ripe for the picking.”

Chicago said and a maid walked to her, as she tried pouring the drink, it spilled on Elias by mistake "Oh my!! I'm so sorry!!" The maid immediately fell on her knee "Are you blind?! How could you spill it all over him you slave!" Chicago yelled and tried touching Elias, he shot her a glare and stood up "I'm fine," He said to the maid and walked out of the hall "Gosh is he human?" Echo shook her head She wanted to say more but Athena shoved her food inside her mouth "Eat enough so you can add more flesh," Athena said and winked at her

I loved the way his nostrils flared at the mention of his mistresses. Mom flinched at that but continued, "We need someone we can trust and I promise you my dear, once you're done with this task, we're out of your life forever," She added the last part like an afterthought but I knew she meant it. I resigned myself to my unfortunate fate, “So all I need to do is seduce him?” But even I knew it wouldn’t be that simple. "You have to seduce him, have sex with him and get it on audio and video, get him to confess his plans, show him to the entire country," Charles said, the wicked smile of triumph on his face made him look like the devil himself.

I sympathized, as we sat down at a small table, surrounded by the gentle hum of conversation and the sweet scent of pastries. “Oh no it's nothing. It's nothing I can't handle. It's you I'm worried about.” he replied, beaming a smile at me. “I wouldn't worry about me if I were you, I'm a fast learner.” I answered, pulling a napkin. Just then, a waiter with a charming Sicilian accent appeared. "Cappuccino e cornetto, per favore," Malcolm requested, impressing me with his fluency. “Same.” I replied as the waiter glanced in my direction.

Narrator The storm outside is mild compared to what brews behind the gilded walls of the Martinez estate. Inside Tyler’s sprawling mansion, Marsiella Martinez sits across from him, her expression unreadable, as always—a woman skilled in masks, manipulation, and rot. “She’s too comfortable,” Marsiella says, fingering the rim of her wine glass. “Stacey thinks she’s won. She walks around that house like it belongs to her.” Tyler watches her carefully. “She’s carrying Juan’s child, Marsiella. What exactly are you hoping to accomplish?”

As the car stopped in front of the estate, I got out quicker than I expected, almost not paying the driver before he called me back. I threw the money right at his face and didn’t wait for a balance. “Woman, you have no manners left?” He barked. The security guards let me in as I wasn’t just coming to the estate. Everyone knew me as Sienna’s friend. As I stepped into the estate, a variety of black cars were about to roll out of the compound. The car in the middle belonged to Dante. Not after what happened months ago, he wouldn’t want to see my face. But he has no choice because I’ll make him have none.

They are young, beautiful, and each carries in their eyes the trace of power either bequeathed to them or stolen. --- — Valentina Moretti: The She-Wolf of Little Italy Daughter of the Moretti clan's godfather. Cold beauty, ivory skin, anthracite gaze. She enters without a word, leather coat on her shoulders, and a smile that smells of gunpowder. "You dare greatly, Tara. I like that." Her perfume is a warning: jasmine and iron. — Sofia Delgado: The Flame of the South Black hair, clear laugh, scarlet dress. Daughter of the master of the docks and maritime trafficking.

Jamey She was a walking temptation I knew I would succumb too sooner rather than later. Meadow was doing nothing to keep my sexual appetite down, her existence was slowly pushing me to my limit, her presence was unnerving and the stunt she pulled today was proof of that. Staring at my bedroom ceiling, all I could think about was the look on her face in the elevator and how it drove me crazy, how easily she got wet for me was addictive. I had been in this position for a few hours. I couldn’t sleep and I couldn’t work. This was becoming unhealthy.

Clean and practiced, like a man who'd written it a hundred times before, on a hundred different papers, under a hundred different names. "He's not real," I said. "Or he's covering for someone who wants to stay hidden." Neither answer made this easier. Either Daniel had built this whole life himself, one document at a time, for reasons Valentina still didn't know. Or someone else had built it for him — someone with money and patience, who wanted a man who looked exactly like the normal life she'd been chasing for three years. "I want everything you can find on this Marcus Bellini," I said. "If he doesn't exist, I want to know who's been signing his name."

“A beautiful family with her. No more bloodshed. No more enemies lurking in the shadows. Just peace. That’s the true power, Theresa. Building something that doesn’t destroy you.” “Enough!” Bondago’s voice cracked like thunder, drawing every eye back to him. “You want immunity and cancellation from the Mafia? You have it!” He stepped forward, veins bulging at his temple, fury and defeat boiling together. “Where is my son?!” “Your son will be delivered to you,” I said, “the moment you sign the law in blood.” He hesitated, of course he would, but he had no choice but to comply. He had nothing to lose if he did.