Mafias Bad Love Novels & Stories

The anticipation that one eager finger will trip over a trigger is a possibility that lies high in the tense air of the room. So with only but a smirk on my face, I look at this man in front of me that has just become a coward. "You have made two fateful mistakes.” Under a mumble of a breath that has a coward trembling, he stumbles over his words, “Please do tell me?” “For one.” I start. “You have underestimated this Mafia Boss.” As I press the barrel firmer into his skin, “And second, you have failed to notice the determination of a man in love.”

I shook my head. "No!" Carina whined. "They should be love does. I mean, a mafia who loves and protects her, can't you guys feel it? Angelo?" She was looking for a supporter and Matteo was not in for it. Matteo shrug then gazed up at me. "I still hate the idea of a mafia story." "Alyssa...why don't you tell us what you think? Should the mafia king kill the girl?" "Fuck! You sound Russian. The way you say her name." Carina fantasized. She was busy admiring the death of me. "You look familiar though."

RICARDO I sat inside my car with a rigid and bored expression as Enzo and the others postured and threatened. I hate having to deal with bothersome people and it was absolutely boring having to sit here and watch them beat up the defectors. “ Do you really think you can get away with stealing from the mafia and boycotting dealers?” Enzo stomped on a members head. “ I swear, I'm not involved,” one of the young men being beaten by Enzo and his men denied.

"It's not something I'm interested in." Despite her nonchalant tone, I could sense the strain beneath the surface. Part of me wanted to press, to demand the truth. But another part, a more patient one, knew that forcing it wouldn't yield results. The information I needed would come, eventually. Perhaps from her, when she was ready. Perhaps from the men tailing us, once I had them singing a different tune. Just as I was about to break the silence with a neutral topic, Mia surprised me. "I've told you before, I hate the mafia, right?" she said, her voice laced with a raw emotion that sent shivers down my spine. "Everything they stand for, the violence, the control… I hate it all."

Marco: finally we have found the location and address of that bastard! He grinned widely now he'll pay. He took the file from Marco and sat on his office chair. He read the information and what got his attention was that the bastard now has a weakness which is his sister. He opened the next page and was shocked to see his sister's picture. In that picture with him, it was Maria. He yelled furiously. "What the fuck! Is this information confirmed?" He asked tensed. "Yes," Marco replied. Him being angry would be an understatement. He was furious. He wanted to burn everything he wanted to kill him. Rage was all he felt.

“... because of the accident.” “Yeah… that accident.” Luigino gently taps his son’s back. “Rest, you have classes tomorrow.” “Papa,” Leo looks at his father’s eyes. “Her mother, Senora Marcella…” “What about that woman?” “She wants me to stay away from Mariella. Why? I thought… we are friends with them.” “There is no friendship between Mafias, figlio. Remember that. It’s either you stab them or they’ll stab you. Trust no one.”

Not now,Not ever. We are done. Whatever we had between us was long gone. She was a Mafia queen now, if people found out that I was her weakness or she was my weakness, it would be easier to get us irrational and make a mistake. That's why Mafia doesn't love. We have fuck slaves but we don't dare fall in love. Waylen is taking a huge risk with Emma and I know he worries about her and trains her to defend herself but was I really supposed to just pretend that nothing would happen to Calista.

I had nothing holding me down and I could have just left but where's the fun in that besides,mum is having a party at home. That woman is lucky she gave birth to me. That small fact has been her saving grace. If she wasn't my mother,I'd have made her choke on her own vomit before carving my initials on her heart. I studied the men in front of me. They were all wearing suits. They all looked so corporate. I could see the tattoo of a rose on different parts of their bodies. I sat up quickly,the action alerting them. I just pieced together who they were. They were from the Italian Mafioso. The most dangerous mafia in the whole world.

Killian’s reading ground to a halt as he hit that line. “I know you do. No matter how hard you try to bury it or deny it, the truth is undeniable. You, Killian, are deeply and irrevocably in love with Amara. But with love comes a fatal weakness. Ever wondered why love has no place in the ruthless world of the mafia? Because it makes you vulnerable, drags you down to your knees, and turns you into a pitiful, desperate wreck. That’s the fate awaiting you. Go to your home, Killian. By the time you reach your destination, your entire world will have already been ripped from your grasp." Killian’s rage boiled over as he threw the letter to the ground, causing the crumbled letter to fall far away.