Move In Day Mafia Novels & Stories

" On your right side. Turn the lamp on. " Catalina found the switch and pressed it. As soon as she touched it, an alarm went off. The pakhan snatched the gun from her hands and with one hand pushed her on the bed with him. She collided with his naked hard chest and now the gun rested on her cleavage. " Rule number 1 . Never believe a Mafia. " He laughed loudly and footsteps echoed in the corridor. The door opened with several men in there and one of them switched on the lights at last.

MAEVE I stepped out of Dynasty, the cool night air a welcome relief after the stifling atmosphere inside. If there was one thing to know, it is that no one is ever out once they are in when it comes to mafias. It was all so with Mafias and I wonder if I was blinded when I agreed to that deal. Glancing both ways, I hurried across the street to where my car was parked. I slid into the driver's seat and shut the door, peeking up at the top-floor window of the building I'd just left.

“Please, give me just a few months to mourn. To respect your son's memory. Then I'll do whatever you want." The lie slid smoothly off my tongue. I would rather die than warm Big Mike's bed. Mike stopped pacing. I kept my head down, but I could feel his eyes on me. "You'll move your things into my bedroom tonight, or your mother's medical bills stop being paid.” My hands clenched in my lap. "I have four more months of mourning, it's tradition in mafia families, Mike. What will people say…” "Fuck what people say and fuck tradition!" The vase on my nightstand exploded against the wall two inches from my head.

Killian POV “Everything is ready,” Elliot says as he opens the office door. Dad looks up at him and smiles. Today is the first day he will be coming out of hiding, and we have a meeting with some of the other mafia leaders in New York, and we are claiming back our territory and our businesses. We left it without proper management for a long time. Theo and Elliot obviously have been dealing with this, but they are not me.

I warned as I eyed him. "Feisty, I like it." He chuckled as he pulled out a card from his pocket and slid it to me. "What's this?" I asked, eyeing it. "My number. You have seven days to think about my offer. Call me when you're ready to move." He winked at me as he stood up and walked away. What the f*ck? I slammed my head on the table and groaned. How the hell did I get involved with another mafia again? And a f*cking insane one at that?

Nerthus “Have you seen this creepy shit?” Danny laughs as I reach him, staring outside agape. He turns around to the jacket-bodyguard, “Elia, what kind of Mafia code is that?” “I don’t know this one,” Elia just shrugs annoyed. I crack up as I halt to stand next to Danny. There are hundreds of gnomes distributed in the grass, facing the house. “This isn’t a Mafia code,” I say, hugging him to my side. “It’s an Ohio code.”

" I didn't speak loudly, but it struck Melvin and Jessica like a thunderbolt, shocking them where they stood. Jessica's expression shifted from smug to doubtful. She looked at me, then at the "Ian" beside her. "Honey… is what she said… true? You… Who are you really?" Melvin panicked. He shoved Jessica away, pointed at me, and shouted with a threat that lacked real force, "Shut up! If you dare spout any more nonsense, I'll kill you right now!" At that moment, a sudden bang rang out. The storage room door was kicked open from the outside.

“It’s your lucky day boy. The Leone wants to meet you.” As several men led me through the vintage designed mansion, I could understand the nickname. Just like they told me, that man must be as powerful as the Fanuccis. All doors were guarded by men and I knew I had to play my cards right. One bad move, and I would not come out of here alive. “He’s in here,” one of the men pushed me into the office. “Good luck. I hope you get to keep your limbs.” The door was shut, but not before I could hear the laughter from the curious group of people outside.

It’s unsettling, and my curiosity threatens to drag me down the wrong rabbit hole, but I force myself back to what matters. Hours later, I’ve narrowed it down to two possible ways to get away from my mafia husband. The first: the police. If I run to them, they’ll smuggle me out of the country to safety. I don’t want to get Aleksei in trouble, but unless I take that drastic step, there’s no way out.

He smirks and I roll my eyes. No sooner did the waiter approach us again and we ordered the main dish. I ordered Alfredo pasta and Richie ordered lasagna. The dinner went great, Richie couldn’t stop flirting and talking about how great we are together. While he was blabbering, I was thinking about the moving-in plan and I have come to the decision that I will not be moving in with Richie. Not because I don’t know him for that long but because he is a goddam mafia king, I know what mafia kings are capable of especially if the mafia king is Italian just like Richie. I don’t know what Richie has in mind but I am not falling for it. He asked me to marry him unexpectedly, which I agreed to and no