My Possessive Mafia Men Novels & Stories

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

It showed how much control he had over her. He started talking again and she forced herself to listen. "Where we're going isn't just an ordinary place." He began. "You'll be stepping into the den of powerful mafia men and underdogs." "Is it a bad place?" She asked, her eyes round with curiosity. "Yes. It is. These men can do whatever they want, and it's totally normal in the mafia world. But as long as you're wearing this, no one there can touch you." He touched the pentagram, his fingers brushing her cleavage.

every moment of that day remained deeply engraved into their memories. Though no one said it out loud but ssince that day, none of the men under the Ndrangheta mansion dared joke carelessly around either Francesco or Mufasa this is because together these duo were terrifying, extremely terrifying. “It's fine Mufasa, we can't eat them today because they are not enemies else my father won't have loyal dogs like them and I won't have people to tease when I am bored you know right?” Francesco said as he tickles Mufasa.

Damian grinned at me and said, reminding me of that moment at the club, "Remember you gave me two options, Anna. You said if I could give you what you want, you'll give me a whole day to make love to you. Do you remember?" Hearing this from Damian, I began to feel suspicious. "Well guess what?" He smirked, sliding both hands into his pocket with pride. "I finally have a lot of that drug in my possession. Meaning you can have as many as you want for the number of nights you'll give to me. I am now a fucking Mafia," He bragged. Just as I suspected. That means Woods finally helped Damian in becoming a bloody asshole, and he has all the substance in his hold!

Damian noticed her confused face. "What happened?..." He asked while other men were busy in discussions... "Why are all the girls sitting on men's lap ?" She asked looking at him, her face was near his cheek, her lips inches away from touching them... Damian looked at her and realised she definitely had no idea how men treat women in mafia... "Because they own them..." He said rubbing his rough thumb on her thigh, feeling her soft skin making her shiver in his hold... "Own them ? Are they slaves ?..."

ok says Ibrahim, both sleep and after some days Ibrahim gets well perfectly, right now Ibrahim was making love to mehak, just then Ibrahim phone ranged up, he doesn't want to receive it but seen caller name he says Jaan this is important he received it and says hello, hello me Ibrahim I am your Dr I got your money to thank you, Ibrahim sir if you want some more help just call me, Ibrahim says ok and cuts the call, on the other hand, Dr wife says Ibrahim khan gave you this much money why? dr says because he loves his wife very much he can do anything for her you see mafia possessive love, Ibrahim made love to mehak and says this mafia man can do anything for his mehak, only you can make me on

Unlike Andrei, he was dressed in a long red plaid shirt, with a white hoodie underneath and black jeans paired with white basketball-style sneakers. He wasn't a prince charming either, nor was he the king of sensitivity, but he was sensible and eloquent in being himself. She couldn't help but feel comfortable around him. She could have conversations with him even when she was sure he looked down on her, but he was kind then, and everything else didn't matter. She remembered the stereotype that mafia members always dressed formally, and if they were young, they looked like hip-hop enthusiasts or delinquent youth, but they didn't fit those descriptions at all. They probably fooled people with

"Yes, it's quite a complicated story. I asked for Dante's help to escape from him, believing Dante would grant me freedom, but now he seems reluctant." "Oh dear." I turned to her, puzzled. "What do you mean?" "Dante will never release you. You're precisely what the Conti mafia requires to seize control of Atlanta. Everything is clear now," she explained. And then it dawned on me that I was in deep shit.

After wiping my tears, I ask him, “Why do you want us to play husband and wife?” He answers, calmly, “Being the capo of a mafia family, there is constant pressure to increase my power. So, I have been receiving a proposal from Julia Pentanova’s father, who is a rich and powerful man in the mafia. My brother keeps nagging about how important it is to marry her, but I don’t want to.” His frustration is clear in his voice.

Unlike me, I cannot control my alcohol this way. I rolled near him, admiring his facial features. Dominick was so handsome, I wondered how he always managed to put up a cold face all of the time. Dominick isn't as cold-hearted as he seems, he was kind hearted, gentle and a big baby. He wants to be loved too. Mafia's deserve love. Despite the kind of life they live. They do deserve love too. Right? I asked myself rhetorically.