My Possessive Mafia Men Novelas e Histórias

If I let her keep up with it, soon they will begin to think she's my weakness and try to use her to get to me. "Suit yourself." She says in an angry tone and walks out. I know I'm upsetting her. I hate to treat her this way, but I don't have much of a choice. Myself and Marley go way back. We have history. I took her under my wing when she was just 12. I was 16. I remember that night like it was yesterday. I shake my head, forcing myself not to go down memory lane. I still feel rage when I think about it. From then on till now, I've been an older brother and friend to Marley. But things have changed. I've grown to become the most powerful drug Lord in Mexico. Dinero Ricci Roderigo, first of

I nodded to Diego and he took out some more crisp one hundred dollar bills and was about to give to hand them to Gus when he put his hand up to in refusal, " No, no. I don't want money from you. I want you to promise our protection. This man is from the mafia. He will kill us if he finds out." So he's mafia. Interesting. It made sense. Whoever had taken Katarina knew of the inner workings of our establishment. They knew the premises of the main house, knew where each camera was and how to remain incognito. This person also knew about the debt of Chase Tomas, knew intimate details of our dealings. In order for that, they had to be mafia, which is what my father had mentioned at our last meeti

Third Person Pov: Thomas Allen is one of the most ruthless leaders in the mafia gang Hayden Wren heads. Its known as 'Python'. Recently, there's been a fued between the two, hence; Thomas moved to Dubai. The members of the gang thought things would dissolve over time... but it didn't. Communication seized between the two for the past two years. Now, Thomas is back to set things right.

The cold stone walls of the villa’s hidden chamber pressed close around me, suffocating in their silence. Ten heavily armed men guarded every exit, their eyes sharp and unmoving, like wolves waiting for their prey to make a wrong move. My heart pounded violently against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat that filled the empty space, reminding me I was still trapped still a prisoner in Dominic’s ruthless game.

MIA'S POV After I reached my room, I collapsed onto the bed, trying to make sense of everything that had happened. I couldn't deny that I was attracted to Marco, And that scared me- how could I be attracted to someone who I met just today, my new owner. And he wasn't just anyone… From what I gathered from the men's conversation, Marco was their Mafia leader. Only that thought was enough to send shivers down my spine and not in a good way.

Moving away from him, so his hand fell from my shoulder, I plopped on the bed and he took a space beside me and then continued talking. "Let's not forget something here. Mia is sassy, attractive, manipulative and she knows so much about our mafia world. Initially, when she showed up last night, I let her stay and then planned to ask her to leave this morning. But when Ramos sent those corpses, I changed my mind. We can use Mia to our leverage." Romano proposed. I cocked my head to the side, contemplating his proposition. And to be honest, he made sense. Since Ramos Ashton was a fucking man whore, who thinks with nothing but his dick, Mia would serve as the one tool to bring down him down onc

He could make a kid pee in his pants just by his looks. "....I am sure that he will not be distracted by girls anymore. He will stay with his girl even after taking my position of next Capo" his lip twitched. His smile is more dangerous than Xaphan's. I stood up as I couldn't take it anymore. The only thing that was going on in my mind was that the man who is going to marry me is in Mafia! Mafia means drugs, blood, guns, murders. How could I marry a man whose profession is a crime? How would he spare my family when they don't hesitate in killing their own family members for their selfish motives.

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.

They didn’t give a shit about me or Sarah or this mess. They were just waiting — waiting to see if the great Marco De Luca would finally snap and give them the show they were hungry for. I clenched my fists in my pockets, nails biting into my palms. If I gave in — if I so much as twitched in front of them — they’d print that headline too. ‘The Mafia Heir Spirals Out of Control.’ ‘De Luca Legacy: Rotten to the Core.’ I could already see the fucking words plastered across tomorrow’s papers.

Matthew rolled his eyes in anger. “You should show more gratitude, at least. You almost got raped by a woman too. I mean, who gets that drunk and calls himself a mafia boss?" Sharon rolled her eyes back at him. Matthew clenched his fist angrily at the last part. “That’s why I don’t take alcohol in public, but you made me do!”