Mafia Temptation Belle Dowson Novels & Stories

She looked at Lance, knowing that he was a cold Mafia Boss, but also knowing that he had a sense of honor and a desire to make things right. As the mission came to a close, Lance invited Bella to his headquarters to celebrate their success. Bella was nervous as she walked into the building, surrounded by armed guards and the trappings of a powerful criminal organization. But as she was led to Lance's ofice, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and pride. They had done something good, something that would change the lives of the people of Little Italy for the better.

Of course, I am not so petty to ask Pierre to disrespect his superior. "Sure, I'll wait here." Pierre nodded and went out. After a few minutes, I peeked through the tent's door and observed Pierre from a distance out of curiosity. He's talking with a beautiful curvy woman who's about 30. Pierre seems pretty normal, but the woman is staring at Pierre's body and face with lust. I should've asked him to change his tank top, tsk. If I am not mistaken, Greta is supposed to be the Mafia boss' girlfriend, right? Then, why is that leech fancying Pierre?

I just prayed Viv wasn’t on my bed by the time I got back so I could wallow in my misery alone and re-strategize. ————————————————————————————- I didn’t know what to expect of Mafia wedding, a few guns and grenades and possibly blood was up on the list but nothing prepared me for the beauty i walked into, it felt like I’d been transported to another realm. The men in their expensive tuxedos and the women looking like they all stepped out of a model magazine. Hair lush, skin smooth and dewy, make up well set and dresses surprisingly modest. We were a sharp contrast to them in our skimpy black dress with garter belts hanging out, panty hose and pointy stilettos to match.

He demanded not even looking at me, but I could see the thick smoke in the air starting to clear "My father, Christian Guerra, is unwell. I will be taking over as the Don of the Cosa Nostra. I am here to offer you a proposal..." I answered, I dont know why I was starting to feel nervous. "You have nothing I want" He interjected, this time he looked at me. Fuck. I've seen those eyes before. He has the same look in his eyes as Vittoria. Either it'll be a match made in heaven... or hell

Then he looked at me with an expressionless face, the heat in his eyes suddenly gone, replaced with a harsh coldness. And then the reality came crashing down with full force. I got carried away by the pleasure and intense desire, forgetting exactly who he was. Scar. The mafia don. And I was just his mere captive who he was eventually going to kill. Or like he usually reminded me, who he wasn’t going to kill until he had his way with me. And I just let him. A shaky exhale left my lips as I wished I could pull my dress down and cover myself from his eyes.

“Boss. Increased Rossi movement near the casino. Three vans were spotted. They’re getting bold.” Mikhail looked down at Bella and his hand rested on her stomach without thinking. She placed her own hand over his and curled against Mikhail’s chest, Bella placed a hand on her stomach without thinking. For the first time, the chain around her neck felt like a promise instead of a cage.

Names are written on the table to demarcate each mafia from another. The whole place was very crowded, members are seen smoking, drinking and talking at the top of their voices with old-time friends. Conversations were loud, with curse words and threats. Whores and bitches were seen shaking their cheap ass around. Finding potential customers to grace their bed tonight. Just then, everyone except me shouted in excitement when Sibia climbed the stage, her big hips swaying, and her heels clicking against the floor. Every male gender has a lust for her. Sibia is a stripper who doesn’t fuck around with anyone. One faithful night at a club in Italy, I happened to run into her. We drank, and she ha

but this man has turned me into something else. A minute.....another and..... Dormani tipped his head back and laughed. A full-blown laugh that made him look younger and more handsome, I nearly smiled with him. "You look so beautiful when you're being a bitch, Mia Bambina. But no, I do not wish to kill you....Rather, I have decided to keep you." Keep me? "I'm not an object to be kept, Mr Dormani." He picked up a file, dropped it in front of me and smiled.

Seeing how angry he was that was definitely the only person that could rile him up that much. “Yes, he heard today that your husband has become the new Don of our bratva so he wants to host a meeting, well so he says but we both know Cassian doesn’t invite people over unless he intends to fuck with them” “A-and do you think that’s what he wants to do here?” “Do you need everything spelt out to you Ayla? Ofcourse that is his plan. I am going to show him that he can’t, before he tries to do anything it would be the end of him”

That alone has multiplied our enemies and shrunk our allies. Then there’s the darker business, the one my father built and led long before I took over. The one that unites and shatters our family. The one my mother decided to wash her hands of, pretending she didn’t know what kind of blood paid for her diamonds. My sister still lives in blissful ignorance, running her charities, thinking we’re the good guys. But there’s nothing good about The Seven. America’s deadliest mafia network. A covert alliance of billionaires and bloodlines that rule everything beneath the polished surface of politics and power. Businessmen. Generals. Media tycoons. All puppeteers of chaos wearing clean suits and exp