My Possessive Mafia Men Novels & Stories

“You really think that’s how this works? You show up, throw around possessive bullshit, and suddenly you get access to my past? No. Your time’s up.” I turned for the door. His voice dropped, I could hear how dangerous it was all the way from here. “I’m not done talking. It’s bad manners to walk away when someone isn’t finished.” I paused, hand on the knob. Bad manners? This mafia man actually thought he was some posh English prince holding court? The arrogance of it burned hotter than the gym lights. I hated the sound of his voice right then, smooth, commanding, certain I would obey. I didn’t say a word. Just opened the door and walked out.

The uncomfortable chair and cheap table didn’t bother him as much as the thoughts running through his head. Armani del Rossi was no ordinary man. He ruled his world from the shadows, the name “Del Rossi” whispered with fear and reverence across continents. He was a mafia lord—a ruthless, calculating figure who commanded loyalty through power and fear. Possession was his creed. Control was his doctrine. And anything he wanted, he took.

She said and he sighed. “Am a gangster, am a mafia guy, I do dirty works with Russians, I kill people, not intentionally though, only those that mess with me, I smuggle drugs and guns but I don't do drugs, in short am a bad person, that is the way I make my money, my companies and different investments are just like a cover up for all, am really sorry I didn't tell you all this while, please don't leave me.” Eddy rushed his words and stared at her to see her facial expression and it was blank, he couldn't tell how she was feeling.

She informed me. Happiness swarmed me, heat rising up my cheeks. “He’s that selfish?” I pouted my lips even though I was excited inside. “Not selfish, just possessive. All mafia men are,” ~~~~ My palms were clammy with sweat even though a large bowl of chicken soup was placed in front of me. It smelled really nice and I should have gobbled half of the content already, but the nonchalant faces in front of me washed down my appetite. “Mama, Father, how have you been?” I tried to make small talk.

Yet, I sensed there was more to him than met the eye. It was unsettling to see a simple guy I had a crush on turn out to be a billionaire, especially considering he owned a karate and security company. "So, will you date him?" Molly asked, to which I quickly refused. "No, he's too creepy. Can you believe he said he'd kill any man he sees me with?" I couldn't fathom being with such a possessive man, but Molly seemed to find it normal. "That's typical of these mafia men, Nora. But trust me, they can be some of the best lovers out there, and you were clearly into Hank," she pointed out. I didn't think I could be as bold as her.

Volume/Book 1: The Stylish Mafia Girl & Her Muse Mafia men have been the trend of town for ages; their dominance over the world resembles a ghost ruling the graveyard—driven by that statement when exceptionally beautiful female Simone Thompson—the ruling Mafia of Austria vows to change the belief, then destruction is accompanied by terror, action, and the everlasting love to kill for adventure.

I could never forget it. “I thought of using it against Maxim but something as minuscule as that wouldn’t move him. He has fucked a lot of other girls as roughly as he has fucked you so it’s nothing to him, but the possessiveness he has over you? That was something to look into. When I heard you guys were fighting, I knew it was a goldmine and I had to take advantage of it fast.” “What?” How did he know all this? “I have my ways, little girl. And you should learn to be respectful. Women are nothing in the mafia. Don’t make me teach you this lesson the hard way.”

He continued when Marco said nothing to him. Marco chuckled and replied calmly. “This is my woman, Alessia. She isn't the daughter of a mafia lord, but she's my princess." He said and winked at Alessia. Alessia blushed when she heard his words, she felt flattered and loved. But the next words Marco said to Kendrick, left her frozen in spot. “She's also the madam of this mansion. This mansion is yours, Mia Cara."

"Then why is your pulse racing? Why are your nipples hard against your shirt? Why can I smell how wet you are right now?" I gasped, scandalized yet turned on beyond belief. "You're disgusting." "Maybe," he agreed, pulling back to look me in the eye. "But I'm also right. Your body knows who it belongs to, even if you're too stubborn to admit it." Part of me knew I was playing with fire. Dante wasn't just any man – he was the heir to a mafia empire, the leader of a motorcycle club, and apparently, intensely possessive of things he considered his.

“Well, that motherfucker deserves to die. After sexually harassing and sexually abusing many people, telling him to commit suicide isn’t enough as atonement for his sins.” Leon shook his head. No matter what he says, Hunter will always have a reason. “By the way, any news about the Delgados?” Hunter asked. “They’ve partnered with Director Evangelista of Fast Freight. They seem to be widening their business reach, as we’ve heard. It also seems they are still gathering some intel about our group and us and telling everyone they will dethrone us in the mafia world.” “I originally wouldn’t give a shit about how they wanted to run their businesses and their group as long as they wouldn’t interfer