Move In Day Mafia Novels & Stories

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.

" 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

I entered the car and set the GPS LOCATION to maltimon that's where my Mafia boss resides "Mission accomplished, "I said as soon as I entered the building "Good job Miranda. Cheers" he said pouring me some juice in a cup Well I don't take alcohol I sipped from it before checking the time,woah time is far spent. "Boss I have to go now, my roommate may wake soon," I said dropping the cup "That's why I asked you to stay here at maltimon instead you go about living in houses, working as a waitress for a meager pay when you could be comfortable here," he said pouring more juice in his cup

"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."

“I won’t compromise with the mafia, Logan. Even if it means giving up my dreams. Even if it means leaving.” His voice was menacingly low. “Tearing that contract isn’t the end, Ella. There’s a penalty—a hefty one. And trust me, battling the mafia here? We have ties deeper than you can fathom—with the police, the courts, even your precious law firms. You can’t fight here. The war has already been won, and my side was victorious.” I took a deep breath, steadying myself. “I’ll pay your penalty. And if it comes to it, I’ll leave this city.”

I knew that it was the dumbest thing to say but it was better than saying nothing at all. She didn't know how to respond to the gesture either so we just spoke for a bit more before I ended the call again. Sleep came, and before I knew it, it was morning again. I had sent the mafia group to Jack yesterday and they were all ready to attack my brother. I prepared early in the morning and went for the contract handover. I was glad that it was finally official after months of tussle. Mike asked when I would send Isabella to him, and I told him that I would the next day as I was going to attend to work first.

It wasn't every day armed guards arrived in sleek, expensive cars at dusk to this all-but-forgotten neck of the woods. Taking one last glance around, I exhaled a puff of smoke before throwing the cigarette to the ground and crushing it under the heel of my black boots. "Fanculo, facciamola finita." (Fuck it, let's get this over with.) I walked up to the house and kicked the flimsy wooden door without knocking, and entered without permission. The sound of it falling off one of its hinges startled the small woman sitting on the floor, surrounded by dollar bills and takeout containers.