My Mafia Servant Mga Nobela at Kwento

She did not know whether to feel sad that the place she had made her home was now no more, or whether she should be glad that it ceased to exist given her fiancé's ulterior motive. Suddenly the noise died down as the scraping of chairs filled the room, all the men standing and greeting her with bowed heads as they knew she was the sister of the man who had taken over the Costa mafia without so much as a fight, and they were a force to be reckoned with. "Who is the head of the staff?" Serafina's voice rang clear through the interior as the men remained silent. "That would be me, madam," A man with dark oak skin came walking down the stairs in a two-piece black suit and grey undershirt, beady

That was the last thing she wanted to do, she wasn't about to cry in front of this man. “Your papa isn't going to help you no matter how much you beg, you're mine now.” Chiara remained quiet. She squirmed which only made him tighten his grip. “My name's Dante Sabatini but you can call me Sir or better yet... Master.” He chuckled at Chiara's continued silence, looking at Lorenzo who could only watch. “I'll come for her tomorrow, so she better be ready.” “Y-yes.” Lorenzo muttered nervously, his gaze not meeting Dante's

I asked him. “I don’t kill which has no worth, Signora and I am not a pimp either so you’ll live but it doesn’t mean I’ll allow you to stay here for free.” He answered. I didn’t know whether I should be feeling happy or embarrassed. I had no value except for my body. Will he keep me as his mistress? It is very common in mafia but I am not ready to be someone’s sex pet. “I want to go back home. Please, let me go if you don’t have anything to do with me.” I begged him in whisper.

Five guards step out of it, and fall into step behind me instantly. With my phone in a pocket, and a pistol in my hand; eyes filled with deathly fury as we approach. The moment I step in, the sight before me makes my heart stop. Not because its new, I've seen thousands of dead bodies, it was worse after an all out war between two ruthless mafia Lords. What made my heart stop is the implication. "This is a lot." I mutter, noting the extent of damage that had been done. The thought of innocents being murdered, and killed for something they didn't do or had no idea of; makes my heart ache.

Just when I thought my life could not get any harder, it just did. My father would never win any parent of the year awards, but this was beyond anything that I thought he was capable of. I am being used as collateral for his gambling debts. I am basically being sold into servitude to a mafia Don as a maid. Considering dad’s debt is pretty large, I will be a maid for the rest of my life. I could feel Joseph’s eyes on me the entire drive. It made me a little nervous but also gave me a warm feeling deep in my core that I had never felt before. I had never been alone with a man before. At least not this close together. I had been alone in the

He protested, his snort entering his mouth as he spoke. Ohh, dear reader… I forgot to inform you... I am not your regular mafia boss. I am the topdog in the mafia world even though I am still monitored by my father. Denver is not just my consigliere and best friend, he is the head police of narcotics and crime. He helps me run my dirty work. If a young guy or lady gets caught at the airport smuggling drugs, they would be given options– It is either they sign a deal working for me at my different clubs as strippers or they get arrested. Some young boys and girls are workers at my club because their parents couldn’t pay up their debt. Some work as security personnels who transport my goods– dr

He knew there was a deep meaning in what he said and he wanted nothing more than to find out what really was in those words. "For as long as I can remember, Michael has been a thorn in my flesh. He tortured me and dealt with me for years both physically and mentally and you think I am going to allow him to die the easy way? Just like that?" Connor snapped. Bruno took a step back as if only just realizing who he was talking to. He had underestimated this man sitting before him. He had forgotten that the man sitting before him was a deadly man, a billionaire and a mafia lord who controlled thousands of men and thousands of properties and he knew not to talk to him anyhow he liked because he co

“ Are you kidding me? I asked. “ Why would I? He said while he stopped chopping and look into my eyes. “ I know I can never be that special woman to someone like you “ I said. “ What makes you think that way? He asked. “ Because you bought me to be your sex slave and I know the only thing pulling you back from turning me to your toy is your injured hand” I said. He step out of the kitchen and comes to me at the counter. He pulled me closer to him. “ Is that what you believe? He asked. “Isn’t that what most of the mafia do? I asked.

“Y-Yes, Madame. I will try my best to be a good servant. I will follow everything that you say.” “Really?” “Y-Yes.” Mr. and Mrs. Denmarks exchanged glances before Madame Hannah gazed at me again, “So, for sure you know about Mia’s upcoming wedding.” “Y-Yes, I know…” “Are you also aware that her fiancé is a mafia boss?” I nodded my head. “Yes, madame…” “What are your expectations about a mafia boss?” “U-Uh… Based on what Ella used to tell me, a mafia boss tends to do bad things. They also kill and hurt people…”

Mark said. "Then you should ask your brother to give him a job and request the body to be delivered, and you will see for yourself," Lucia said, and I shook my head. "He has done some work for me, and I have never been disappointed. He tracks down someone very fast. I had a traitor in my mafia, and I had been searching for him for seven months. My second-in-command then suggested that we hire him. After six hours, I was called and informed that the job was done," James said.