My Possessive Mafia Men Novels & Stories

their aura gave off a hostility that made my wolf go on guard immediately. "...Blackwood is stepping on ground that doesn't belong to him," I heard the gray-haired man say, holding a whiskey glass with a dangerous firmness. "He thinks he's untouchable, but even gods bleed if you cut off their supply." "That goddamn Killian has been a monster since the Holding gave him total power," the other replied, a younger man in a suit that carried the indignity of the English mafia. "But we can't keep being enslaved by him. We need to find his weak point and set him on fire."

“I promise.” I placed my hand in her face. God I loved this girl so fucking much it hurt. “We’re not who you think we are Mil. We live two very different lives, one you’ve already seen and the other is hidden.’ I stopped taking a deep breath before I continued. ‘We’re not like you and Kacey Mil. Me and Orlando come from a different world from both of you. We have many enemies that either want it, take us out and ruin us or just kill us. We’re one of the biggest English mafia groups here, the Hemings a close second. We deal in drugs and firearms. The Hemings are our rivals, they hate us and they really hate us. Last night we had a shipment coming in. We both told Fletcher something was very w

He finally spoke and took my gun in his hand, his other hand traced the shiny metal and the beautiful carving on its butt. "A souvenir from Russians, I see. It will add more glory to my collection." He threw the gun to a man standing near him, who caught it in the air. "I knew, you wouldn't believe me then how could you be so sure that I would believe you?" I chuckled mockingly. "I am the American mafia king so my words weigh more than yours, who has nothing of his own accept a tiny club. I own a hundred bigger than yours across the country." He ridiculed me, a direct attack on my financial status.

"No way, I'm not your moll!" "But you'll be my partner tonight, so what should I call you." "My name is enough, and I will decide about my appearance, who are you to decide what I should wear" I claimed indignantly, he is so bossy. "The best of both worlds!" He babble then he stand up, "and how long you will keep on hiding from me, remember you are in my world!" He said in his Italian accent. This beast is good-looking, he is always seen in his classy suit. Why is he chasing me? The dangerous mafia godfather.

Anna said, her voice steady but wary, walking past James toward her bed. “Yes, I can,” James replied. “So how are you going to do that?” Anna asked, narrowing her eyes. “I would need your help to do it,” “How?” Anna asked, her voice firm. “You trust me, right?” James asked, looking at Anna intently. “No, I don’t. But I need to get out of here,” Anna admitted. “Okay, fair enough,” James said, nodding. James took a deep breath before continuing. “You know Vincenzo Romano is a Mafia don involved in serious criminal activities.”

They pierced straight through me. The second man looked nearly identical, but warmer, or at least amused. One brow arched, and a faint smile pulled at his lips. And then I realized, my eyes widened, that I knew these faces. Everyone did. I had stumbled into The Volkov twins, two of the deadliest mafia dons in America. Just my fucking luck. I shook harder, fear threatening to overwhelm my heart and make it explode in my chest. I had heard stories, oh the stories. First of all, no one ever escaped them. They promised death and they delivered.

I wiped the tears which I didn’t realize were streaming from my eyes as I sat up and inhaled the air, feeling grateful for every lungful. Who the hell was this man? I never thought he would be so cruel. Was he always like this or was I dealing with a whole other side of him? Did he behave this way with Parys? I mean, he loved her so it was obvious he would be possessive and jealous about her. But why was he doing that with me? He hated me and had no reason to be possessive. He’s the Mafia. They’re all like that. You’re his possession. Nothing more.

From the three-car convoy, emerged some men in black suit, all armed with big riffles. I had been sold to a rich and powerful mafia, but he was surprisingly younger than the big mafias I read on in books and watch in movies. The only thing he had in common with the mafias I knew was his choice for few words. He wasn’t a good talker, and he was as mean as a tiger would be when it hunts its meal. Here, I was his meal, and he was the tiger, and as the deer that had been hunted and was to be fed on by the tiger, I ought not to see the tiger smile.

Lorenzo said. "She is dangerous. They hacked into our systems," Paul said. "What! If they manage to hack into your system and you are one of the best, that means they can hack any mafia system," Lorenzo said. "She has. I know she has," I told them. "How?" James asked. "If their system knows which tattoo belongs to which mafia, which cars, the leaders, their wives, and children, you think that they haven't?" I asked, and they all kept quiet. "We need them on our side as soon as possible. Maybe she can help us defeat Elijah," James said.

They were taken in by the elderly man in a grand mansion that resembled a palace. There, Aleah noticed numerous men in suits surrounding the estate. She discovered that her grandfather was no ordinary businessman—he was the leader of a powerful mafia group in Italy. His real name was Antonio De Luna. At the mansion, Antonio recounted the reason he hadn't been with Aleah's mother for 20 years. He was once the Alpha of a pack, but an unexpected tragedy struck, leading to the death of most of his pack members. He was blamed for failing to protect them from a deadly epidemic. The only ones he had managed to save were his own family. This incident was why he never formed another wolf pack, nor wa