My Possessive Mafia Men Novels & Stories

"I know, that's why I want to ask you to think about both of us, but not in a hurry. I love you Louise, I don't know how to say what I feel, it's something totally new to me too, but I can't have you away from me anymore." "So don't let me go." Maurício This morning I received a call from the Mafia, by order I would be the new boss, but for that I would need to be married or have a child. "I won't let you, but I need you to answer me as soon as possible." Her doubtful face was on and she charmed me by smiling. The effect of the alcohol was already taking its toll on Louise, alcohol and her definitely don't mix. I was just watching her, her laughter, her hair toss, and her will to live.

Maybe I hadn’t heard him properly, or maybe he hadn’t meant what he said. “You heard it Alexi. You deserve every bad thing in this world because you have no idea how paranoid your sister was when she overheard Zack’s call. She even threatened to divorce me if I didn’t come to get you, you asshole!” He bit out, his chest heaving in anger. I stood there stunned as he glowered at me with all the hate in the world. At that point he was not my friend. He was only my sister’s husband. “I don’t care if my sister told you to come after me. It’s the Mafia. It’s how we get things done. She knows it well and so do you. When I ask you to leave me be, I mean it” I asserted, not backing down a bit.

Matteo said. "Let me make myself clear, Matteo. I do not want some whore you bought," Matteo's son, Vittore answered in a deadly calm voice. Now that word hurt. It made terrifying memories flash in my mind. I sagged, being held up my two men as I tried not to have a panic attack. I breathed slowly. Now was not the time Dalia. You are free ok? You are out. Breathe. Breathe... "I realise she is in fact pathetic but, she is property of our mafia. She's worth billions," I was confused at that.

I answered. “Yes, I do love you, but I wouldn’t call you the luckiest girl in the world for that,” he said. “Why?” I tilted my head upwards to get a view of him. “I am very possessive, hence your arm. I am very protective hence I sent my brother to be with you at the bar but that didn’t work out so next time you would have an army of men instead. I like things my way and find it extremely difficult to accept someone else’s decisions instead. The worst part is that some of those rumors might be true” he said. “Oh okay…so you are a mafia boss, ruthless tycoon and the owner of Stermyer?” I asked, clearing up facts. “Mafia boss, ruthless tycoon… is that really what the world thinks of me?” he ch

Destros said. Bargaining with him would let him know that Nightingale meant more to me than a one night stand. If I agreed to this, he wouldn’t hand her over, he would make more ridiculous demands till he was satisfied. I know how gangsters worked. I was part of the mafia now, but once upon a time, I had been a mere gangster too. Besides, the mafia was really just an upgraded style of gangster life.

He stopped halfway down the aisle, his eyes locking with mine. "Giovanni Sokolov, you lost the chance to be tied to Italy’s prominent mafia family, the Conti, through marriage. By our ancient rules, that forfeiture means you also forfeit the outright chance to be Pakhan!" My jaw clenched. "Kuznetsov," I said, my voice dangerously calm, "your presence here is an insult. And who are you to question my right? By our own rules, you are as unfit as anyone you might accuse. Your family's alliances are fluid, your reach is limited."

“Both gay. Both lying to me for years.” “We weren’t lying,” Nikolai said. “We were surviving.” “Don’t give me that martyr bullshit.” Gabriel started pacing. “You think you’re the first gay person in our world?” “Name one openly gay mafia boss,” Nikolai challenged. “One politician in our circles who’s out.” Gabriel opened his mouth, then closed it. Because he couldn’t. “This isn’t the fifties,” Liliana said gently. “Not fast enough,” I said. “And not in our world.”

Forever. If he doesn't say something in the next minute, he'll never hear from me again. I swear it on my life. “Romano” Caroline called in that slutty voice of hers, my vision turned misty. Why wasn't he saying anything? Why was she still in his office? Why did I even believe he would ever be mine? The men in the mafia world had all the power they wanted; they could afford to take mistresses and lovers even while married, and no one would point a finger at them.

linked furiously like one under the sun at the paper. The letters squirmed like a snake as I stared at them. 100 MILLION DOLLARS. I couldn’t believe what my eyes were seeing. How could my grandpa owe them, this huge amount of money? I looked at them. They were all in black. I didn’t need anyone to tell me that they were the mafia. This must be a mistake. It wasn’t possible. I wasn’t going to believe anything they had said.

She is so mean and heartless! I would have continued glaring at her in anger for all the hurtful things she did to my husband, but I got distracted by the mention of Cartels, Mafia, and mob bosses. These are terms used by those in the Mafia, the mafia world is a very dangerous life to live. I don’t want to believe that Drake is involved in that kind of business, I just won’t believe it, not until I get a reasonable explanation from my husband. I focused on their conversation, I need more information. “You look surprised, don’t tell me you thought I couldn’t find you,” he said in a sarcastic tone.