Move In Day Mafia Novels & Stories

I tried to remember everything that happened today. If only I had my diary. Today was the day Dad got into a fight with Damon Moretti and got injured. Today was the day Damon became the new Mafia boss in my country. He fought Dad and took over everything that once belonged to him. When I got down from bed, I noticed my diary lying at the edge. I smiled, picked it up, and flipped through. Everything was there, dated September 30th. The door suddenly flew open and Cecilia walked in.

They are moving to the sitting room, and I know we will have to act fast before they realise that there is nobody in the sitting room, and it may be a trap. "Now, now, Tommy, we know that you are reliable and that you have always worked with us. We have a few questions to ask you, as we've noticed that some of our stash and money have gone missing. We do not want any trouble now, do we? We are not accusing you of anything, so you do not have to be afraid of us. All we know is that we have to be together as a team and work together, because the Italian mafia is coming after us. We don't know when and where they will strike. We thought maybe they got hold of you and that you talked. And that i

The door to her room was flung open and Miguel walked in flanked by two of his Guards she froze as he swaggered forward, ‘We are moving in the morning, I’m taking you back to my homeland a pretty little Mafia Don will make a fine wife for me and it will bring your family to heel. They will obey your commands and you of course will obey my commands a win-win situation for me don’t you think boys?’ He turned to his men and they nodded their heads, ‘Yes Boss’ He grabbed her and pulled her against his hard, taut body cupping her ass he pressed her close so she could feel his hard length,

Mia dragged herself into the cafe on the bottom floor of The Playbook building and ordered the biggest, strongest, sweetest coffee she could. The only way she was going to make it through the day was with caffeine and sugar. Thankfully it was just a prep day and she wouldn’t have to actually deal with Darius or Frankie. She already had Liam to worry about and he was about all she could cope with, as long as he stayed locked in his office and didn’t speak to her or even look at her.

365 Days to Fall in Love with Mr. Mafia Boss Day 365 started with blood on the snow. Not ours. Not yet. The name on the list was Luca Rossi. My brother. Alessandro set the file on the breakfast table between the espresso and the gun oil. Same table where he’d first told me about rule one. “He’s in Palermo,” Alessandro said. No emotion. Just fact. “Running cards for the Greeks. He borrowed from them. Fifty thousand. They’ll take his hands in three days.”

" All the time his face showed the agony granny had to suffer, our family had to suffer on that dreadful day. Just one day, because of one single day everything was shattered. We are not the same we used to be but we were somewhat recovering finally. But this Aaron thing bring back every bitter memory of our life like a cyclone and left swirling the base of our lives we created for the second time after so much struggle. "Orlando planned to attack at midnight. He wasn't aware of our departure. As the clock hit 12, he and his team break into the house. Being into the mafia family for so long, mother was a light slipper. Just like dad and me.

" I rushed into the lady's room and locked the door, glad that room didn't have a restroom attached to it because that was the only way my plan would work. I searched for the bag where the girl said she hide it. I quickly took off the light clothing I was wearing that barely covered anything in my nobody, changing it to a black tight-fitting latex jumpsuit with a zipper running upwards from just below my stomach. I packed my long black hair in a high ponytail and wore my boots after which I wore a black mask that hide the area around my eye. Giving myself one last look in the mirror, I hide the bag, unlocked the door, and rushed towards the window of the restroom. My name is Maeve ford, form

"Smart move. Keep him in check, Heaven. But remember, trust or not, don't underestimate him." I nodded, acknowledging the truth in his words. "I know, Dad. This is just a delicate dance, and one wrong move could lead to disaster." He leaned back, his expression thoughtful. "The Mafia is a game of power, Heaven. You're playing it well, but always be prepared for unexpected twists."