روايات وقصص ضمن Mafioso And Chance Forsaken

DANTE There are three things I don’t joke with; my money, my family, my cock, and currently, someone was tugging tightly on my business. I don’t understand how people know very well the consequences of their actions and yet they go ahead with it expecting different outcomes. I’ve made it a point to make an example of whoever messed with my business, yet a new asshole rates its ugly head every year. Someone had the guts to attempt to burn down one of my Casinos in Miami. I say ‘attempt’ because there’s no way they really thought they were going to succeed.

Book 2: CORAZON 'MINE Ombra' [MINE Shadow] story of Draven Sartori & Throne Sartori Book 3: CIELO 'MINE Custodi' [MINE Guardian] story of Cassius Sartori Book 4: PEONY 'MINE Sussurro' [MINE Whisper] story of Magnus Sartori Book 5: LUZ 'MINE Segreto' [MINE Secret] story of the youngest member named Seraphim Sartori. Perfect for Mafia Dark romance lovers who crave a blend of danger, desire, and the unnatural. _________________________ **LEADS** AZRAEL SARTORI 32 6'3 Italy, Rome Boss/ King : Sartori Mafia "I am the storm, and you are the calm; together we create a tempest that will shatter the world." AZRAEL SARTORI ZAFIRA WILDER 30 5'8 Italy, Rome Independent Divorcee "Every moment without you

“I kissed a stranger at a party when I was supposed to be investigating the mafia. But that’s all it was.” I adjusted and continued, “I know it's wrong, but believe me, it was a reckless decision. A mistake.” Cyrus’s stare didn’t budge. “That stranger wasn’t a stranger, Angel. Intel confirms the man was the Mafia Don.” The words cracked through me like a whip. Even though I knew, hearing it out loud made me flinch. Still, I couldn’t let him see the truth seeping through my skin. I leaned forward, pressing the cuffs against the steel table.

The ink waits for my blood to sign the deal. I have bled for family before. Not out of loyalty and certainly never out of love, purely out of survival and being the wrong child in the wrong house, a mafia bastard carrying the name only when it suited them. Blood never bought me belonging. It bought me chains. “Last chance, Salomé,” he says, my name a slow blade. “Do you believe in debts written in blood.” “No.” He looks pleased in a way that makes my nerves spark and sighs happily.

I gave a small shake of my head and turned back to Mattis. “You make me sick,” I said. “You had options. But instead, you gambled with your daughter’s suffering.” He tried to crawl forward. “Please... I beg you.” “Save it.” I flicked my cigarette to the side, sparks dying on the rooftop’s edge. “I hope you burn, Mattis. I mean that. And know this. I’m coming for everything. Every brick, every rug, every glass you bought with the money you stole from the Mancinis. You thought you’d get away with it because you wore the mask of a desperate father. You forgot who I am.”

I kiss his cheek and tell him it's my favorite gift of all. By the end of the night, he kisses me good night. He won't be staying the night, he has matters to resolve. He's become one of the most wanted men in Italy, a prolific mafioso, but they have nothing on him. They never will. Enzo is just too smart for them. He can't leave this life behind him, and it doesn't matter that we have millions. In a way, this is home for him, too, and I chose to come back to him, so I'll have to embrace this dark part of him, too.

Fear. But today is different. Today, I’m dressed in silk instead of a white hospital gown. Today, my name is on a guest list I never thought I’d see again. The Luna Festival. My final obligation before I disappear for good. They say the goddess watches us on this night. I hope she sees me. I hope she knows… I tried. The Luna Festival is an annual celebration. A different pack hosts it each year, and tradition says no wolf can miss it more than seven times.

It's not even obvious to a happy-go-lucky guy like him that he believes that a woman's body is divine and should be respected. Daem also had two friends who lost their freedom because of being fuckboys. Gavin is his friend, a man who likes to have a one-night stand, so it's karma that he impregnated a fuck girl. Married for the child, he was tied down and lost his freedom because this guy needs to be responsible because he's a family man. Second, Drake is one of his friends who was punished by everyone, so Karma also contracted HIV; unfortunately, he died. ❝Stop your flirting, and you might get unlucky; you might even get HIV," he warned here.

Her words were a feeble attempt to assert herself, but Alejandro's gaze held a magnetic power that made it challenging for her to break away. In response, Alejandro leaned in, his lips dangerously close to hers. "You still don't know who I am, mi amor," he murmured, his voice seductive. "I'm a god. I control the most powerful mafia organization in the world. I have hundreds of organizations under my command, and I can do anything I want at any fucking time. So technically, I am a god." The chemistry between them intensified, creating a magnetic force that seemed to pull them together. Marisa scoffed at his words and said, "You're no fucking god, Alejandro. You're just an heartless monster in

None of them have anything to do with my kidnapping, and I mistakenly saw possible culprits. I feel like I take Grace's place, she is the one who would be in my place if it weren't for the fact that my little sister is more protected than me, and I didn't want one or two over”testosterone men to become my shadow. I learned my lesson when that Italian surprised me in the company's underground parking lot. I didn't have anyone to save me, I regretted it. I never imagined that it was the mafia, much less that it would pass into the hands of a stronger clan: the claws of the wolf, a ruthless Russian who has taken so many unexpected turns in my life.