My Possessive Mafia Men Novels & Stories

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“ 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.

Leonardo paused in his speech. He accessed my facial expression before going on. "It is an oath of secrecy taken, swearing not to divulge the activities of the mafia to law enforcement agencies. You won't be allowed to have unmonitored phone calls, e-mails or texts as every thing will now be monitored by the mafia. You also can't go on unsupervised trips or vacations. All your movements will be monitored and track. You shouldn't be seen with the police either. You will have to be branded as belonging to the Mafia. And the punishment if you don't sign or break any of the rules is...death"

I demanded, pouting my lips. "Rafe is in the Mafia, basically he's a shadow, we can't tell his exact location and whereabouts except he wants us to know and he never does, he just shows up whenever it's necessary. Also he was my first investor, he trusted in my business idea and innovation, you can say he's behind my success in a way" "Do you mean the Mafia is real?" I squealed, pulling out of Damon's body as my eyes widened with this new revelation. "What planet are you from? Mars? Of course the Mafia is real," Damon answered.

Only a fool would dare to get close to her and receive the end of Killian's wrath. Being possessive of their wives wasn't uncommon in the mafia. Among such dangerous and cruel men, possessiveness was a prevalent trait. However, it was Killian's open display of affection—or rather, intimacy—that was shocking and uncommon.They noticed how he had taken her to a corner a few minutes earlier, speaking to her in low tones and holding her neck in a manner that seemed almost obsessive. This blatant show of dominance and attachment was a rarity, even among men who were fiercely protective of their wife's. Although they were quick to turn their attention away from them, understanding that looking at K

he asked without taking his eyes off the wheel. I instantly turned away from him. "You didn’t actually answer my question," I scolded playfully. He looked at me and smirked. He took my hand in his and kissed the back of my palm. "We are going to meet a connection; this could be a great resource and ally for us. We need to do our best to impress them. We need to stay a united front. We are known in the mafia community and still hold a lot of influence, but it’s been a while since we’ve been in charge. We have to show them we are just as powerful as before, if not more so. It might be best if I do most of the talking–just because I have more experience in suave interactions with the mafia. But

Men in dark suits strolled around with guns slung over their shoulders and around the house was nothing but thick forest and rolling hills as far as the eye could see. "There's no escape, Alexandria." He said from behind me. "You can't just keep me here! " " Who is going to stop me? " "Wh-who are you?" I croaked out of a painfully tight throat, "You're not just the owner of a club." His dark eyes flicked over me, "Giovanni Morelli. The Don of the Italian Mafia." He said, "I'm a man who is used to getting what he wants and your body is mine now."

“Then why are you leaving when we both hold mutual feelings?-” My brows furrow. “Feelings are easy to shed off with just a little distance, Sasha.” His jaws clench, holding a possessive glint in his grey eyes. “No fucking amount of distance in the world is enough to make you forget about me.” My throat tightened from the possessiveness in his words. “You’re in the freaking mafia, you have blood on your hands.” “It’s just blood, nothing new to the likes of you.” A sense of fear struck me with how nonchalant he spoke about having blood on his hands.

He tonguelashed at Raphael as he turned red with fury. Tears pooled in my eyes hearing the way he addressed me. Nobody dared to interfere. Leila, Lorenzo, Marco, Luca, Thomas, Emilio, Sofia and Aurora just kept numb. I wouldn't blame them. This man looked deadly. I felt this sudden discomfort and pain throbbing in my chest. "Papa!"Raphael yelled back. "Don't you dare raise your voice at me boy! You are truly growing wings! Going against my orders in the mafia, bringing this black as a wife. She is not even Italian. Can she even handle the gun? Harlot"

He’s the man who’s made me cry countless times, but he’s also the one who makes me laugh wholeheartedly—who brings boundless joy to my soul. He’s the man who once shattered my heart, yet he’s also the one who pieced it back together. And now, as he holds me tightly, caressing, kissing, and loving me in a way no one else ever could, all I can think is… This man—the only one who loves me possessively and obsessively to the point of madness. He is the one and only Demetrius Sylvestre Jr., the ruthless Mafia Boss feared by many. Yet to me, he’s simply the man who loves me more than anything in this world.