My Mafia Daddy Novelas e Histórias

I said "Arora" dad said "You're going to quit and stop seeing him," Felix said "Are you fucking serious right now?" I asked him "I won't let you get hurt again," Dad said "You say that but yet if you do this you'd not only hurt me you'll hurt my daughter," I said "We're trying to protect you he's in the fucking mafia. The strongest mafia!" Dad said "My fucking soul. You're in the mafia! You actually thought I'm an idiot? You are the Don of the Italian mafia Dad. They keep hunting us because you are the head. Mom died because of this stupid mafia!" I yelled

I'm sure my panties are as wet as the sea right now, but I didn't want to show him how much of an effect he had on me. “Aren't Alessandro's normal human beings like everyone else? What is your problem? And why are you stalking me? Get off…” I pressed my hand on his chest, attempting to push him away, but he grabbed it just in time. My heart was thumping so hard right now as I stared at him. “Are you that clueless?” He asked while tilting his head. I got confused. What was he talking about? “What are you even talking about?” I asked with a frown. “Miss Valeria Bianchi, your father is the mob leader in New York. Your father is in the mafia business.” He simply said, and I blinked rapidly, tryi

"You have one deal and that's it. So, which are you going to choose? Go with me and repay your debt or stay down here and suffer?" "Listen, here's the thing. I'm not into the whole Daddy situation. I won't yuck your yum, I'm not an asshole, but I don't have any urge to call a man Daddy. Hell, I've never even referred to my own father that way. So, let's do something else. I can cook. Oh! I'm a great cleaner. What about a driver? Do you need a driver?" The man stared and blinked at me. I watched as he removed his foot from my crotch before he stood up and adjusted his sleeves. He rolled them up before he stalked toward me and I nearly pissed my pants.

I say. "Are you threatening me? Are you involved with some kind of mafia? If not, then get the hell out of my office because I am not afraid of you. I am not afraid of anyone. Do not think that you can just walk into my life and make decisions for me. I will not allow you near me," Maddie says. Oh, if she only knew how right she was. I am part of the Italian mafia. I am a Don in the Italian mafia, and I always get what I want. She does not want to mess with me, but I don't want to hurt her. However, I think I should show her what I can do.

I finally know my place in the world. By Zeke’s side. As part of the Morelli family. I can’t pretend everything Dad does meets with my approval, though he hasn’t shut down the idea of selling off the most unsavory parts of his business. Trafficking drugs is one thing, but people? I don’t know how long I’ll be able to sleep at night, knowing I’m improving the image of somebody who would profit from the misery of poor, helpless girls. He doesn’t care either way, so long as he’s still making money.

He'll ruin you, like he did to everyone, he is different from what he shows you, stay away from him! Nadia's grip tightened on the phone, her heart hammering against her chest as many questions flooded her mind. Who had sent the messages? What did they mean by black death, he's evil, he'll ruin her? Her unsettling mind jumped from one scenario to the other, each thought dreadful than the last. Was Jeff serious when he said his boss was a Mafia lord and controlled the underworld activities? Could it be true that he was really evil? She thought, urgently seeking an answer. She had thought that Jeff was trying to scare her or make her wary of Luciano, but now, these messages…

I shook my head, "No..." "What is it now? Did you find out that I'm in the Mafia too?" "Uhn?" I turned to Bella, confused. "That is what you kept blabbing on about yesterday when you got drunk, and I wasn't sure if I was to believe that or blame it on excessive alcohol." "He is indeed in the Mafia." "Who? Your dad?" "Him too, but that guy, my dad's best friend, he's the leader." "What? Are you being for real?"

“I thought we were bonding,” “Okay,” Miles sat down. Ludo hesitated before sitting down as well. “You want to talk, right?” he says eyeing the three adults. Mrs Sirenio nodded eagerly. “Alright then. Tell me this. Miles Manando,” they frowned at that. “Your father. He was in the Mafia, right?” all of their eyes widened at that. They eyed each other. “Miles,” his mother spoke up. “Where did you get that?” “So that’s a yes,” Miles concluded. “My grandpa was a Mafia. By any chance, did ya’ll plan to tell me any of this?” they are shocked to say the least.

When the red haze of fury finally cleared, I found myself standing over Helena's prone form, my hands sticky with blood. The warehouse had fallen silent, the fight over. But the real battle, I realized as I turned to face Aliyah's shocked gaze, was just beginning. Aliyah Sundane The world had tilted on its axis, everything I thought I knew crumbling around me. Alessandro, my Alessandro, was standing before me, his hands dripping with blood, his eyes wild with a fury I'd never seen before. Mafia. The word echoed in my mind, alongside the images from the folder Helena had shown me. Newspaper clippings of gang violence, photos of Alessandro with known criminals, documents detailing illegal oper

“It means a lot.” Dylan returned the smile. However, Kathrine couldn’t help but notice a hint of distraction in Dylan’s expression. Kathrine squinted her eyes wondering what could be running around her thoughts. “What’s on your mind? You seem distracted.” Kathrine asked with curiosity. “Oh, nothing. I was just wondering.” Dylan replied with a smile. “Come on tell me.” Kathrine said insisting. “Well, did you ever hear about the Mafia?” Dylan asked, leaning closer to Kathrine.