Maid For The Mafia Novels & Stories

my mother said, sounding annoyed, "Tch! If only you had obeyed me, I could have held the future as well as the Morgan family's in my hands." "But you instead chose your foolish ambition and gave up the golden opportunity to take control of the Morgans mafia business and that way I can kick out that bastard Leo," my mother said, "But, since you ignored my orders to chased your fool dreams, Leo automatically holds this family mafia business. What's worse is, he married a woman from the Hart family and got full support from that bitch!" "..." "I thought I could bring that woman down by making her feel unworthy. But it was me who was humiliated at the banquet by that son of a bitch Leo."

"Tall, broody, deadly, and follicularly blessed. You're really setting the bar high for my mysterious fiancé, you know." "For someone facing a mafia engagement, you're oddly picky," he muttered. "Call it survival instinct. If I'm going to be Mrs. Giovanni Galliardi, I'd like to enjoy the view while I spiral into moral ambiguity." He gave her that look again—half-annoyed, half-amused. The kind that said she was trouble he never signed up for... but wasn't exactly trying to escape from, either. "You think a nice jawline will make this easier?"

he murmured against her, “I’ll tell you a secret.” Lydia’s hips bucked, lips parting in a shattered moan. “Damian—” “One.” She cried out, pleasure cresting in a hot wave. “Your mother worked for my family. She was one of us.” He pulled back slightly, watching her unravel. “Two.” Another orgasm tore through her, and Damian licked his lips like a sinner at the altar. “She betrayed the mafia. Just like Vivienne.” Lydia’s hands flew to his shoulders, but he wasn’t done.

He turned off the engine and ran his fingers through his air. "Tell me everything, and don't you dare lie to me." Elena levelled her breathing for a minute before speaking. "This stays between us." He frowned. "Promise me." "I promise." Holding eye contact, she opened her mouth. "I was kidnapped." "What? By who?" "The Mafia." The silence was heavy and thick. Elijah looked nervous. "What'd you mean you were kidnapped by the Mafia?"

Siara staggered back a step, fury flashing in her eyes. This bitch. She wasn’t like the others. The ones before had cowered. They had whimpered and begged, desperate to be on Siara’s good side. But Nirvana? She was looking at her like she was the prey. Siara’s blood boiled. “Do you even know who I am?” she hissed. “I’m Don Marco’s daughter. My family controls the second most feared mafia syndicate in this city.” Nirvana arched a brow. “And?” She crossed her arms, voice dripping with boredom. “Why don’t you run back to Daddy dearest, then?”

The Female Mafia Queen. And Adira rose to the name Mafia Queen, only recruiting women into her gang. At first, everyone called her a girl who wanted to play mafia saying that a mafia was no place for a woman. One of them being the man brutally beaten up, going by the name Mr Andrews, the former legal advisor of the Black Roses and the only man to ever work with the gang. His daughter, Stephanie Andrews now the new Councilor, legal advisor and also best friend to Adira brought his crimes and atrocities to light hence his punishment.

I am furious and feel like I can tell Rosa to stick her job up her ass, but I know that I cannot do that as I need the money. "Rosa, it is fine to let her talk. I want to know what she thinks. I do not appreciate you calling my daughter a bastard. You better count your words because you might end up like your father," Mia says. I know Mia has a lot of power in the Italian Mafia. She is the soon-to-be Donna of Riccardo Marino, and Mia is also the Donna of the Costa family. Mia should never have been the Donna of the Costa family. That position should have been mine, and I should also be the fiance of Riccardo Marino. My father should have let Riccardo take me as his mistress, not Mia.

"So this goes back to 6 years ago, Back then the mafia was handled by the older Mr McCoy and was handed over to Marco McCoy only a few months ago. Back then The syndicate actually also dealt with human trafficking and that's how Marco met Maria. Maria was the most beautiful women we had ever led our eyes on. She has this doe like eyes and the beauty of a goddess like aphrodite herself had created the woman on her own will. Marco was mesmerised but Maria actually belonged to a poor family and was sold into human trafficking by her alcohol addict father. He thought things were simple he would just buy her and keep her with him forever but what we all didn't realise was she was a woman more tha

“I don’t know. I kept the papers safe. I don’t know how they got out.” “We trusted you,” the masked man said, tapping the frame with his barrel. “That’s why we chose your idea over Astor’s.” My mother lifted her face, her hands clasped together. “Please,” she sobbed. “Don’t do this.” “I wish I could believe you but Astor Giovanni came with proof of your betrayal.” He responded “I’m sorry,” the man said quietly. “But someone has to pay.” I squeezed my eyes shut. “Please….” The first gunshot tore through the house.

Mafia’s Maid Ashley froze on his lap as soon as she heard his demand. She was watching him without blinking her eyes as she didn’t believe the task he ordered her to do. Master Jeremy was holding a sinister smirk over his face watching her shocked expressions keenly. When she didn’t move even a bit after a few moments he bent down and sucked her nipple which was pulled out by him to wake her up from her trance.