My Possessive Mafia Novels & Stories

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.

I say. "Are you threatening me? Are you involved with some kind of mafia? If not, then get the hell out of my office because I am not afraid of you. I am not afraid of anyone. Do not think that you can just walk into my life and make decisions for me. I will not allow you near me," Maddie says. Oh, if she only knew how right she was. I am part of the Italian mafia. I am a Don in the Italian mafia, and I always get what I want. She does not want to mess with me, but I don't want to hurt her. However, I think I should show her what I can do.

so that I can give my kid the title to all of my possessions. While I don't consider myself an ordinary person, I am also not an extraterrestrial. I am more than just the business and property's owner. I am also not just any wealthy individual. I manage a Mafia that is well-known throughout the world, yet I do not consider myself their superiors.

Paige's POV "You see, I have operations running across multiple cities. The club you came to last night is one of my many establishments I own. And trust me, clubs are not the only things I own." His eyes never left mine as he added, "I don't hide what I am, Paige. Especially not when someone asks me directly.” I swallowed hard as I fought the curiosity burning inside me, the desperate need to understand why the hell a man claiming to be a mafia boss was sitting before me in a doctor's office. My curiosity got the better of me and I finally forced my mouth to speak;

As soon as my feet hit the grass of the garden, I take my shorts off and shift, running full speed into the trees. I am thankful for the family business being the mafia of New York. Giving us the chance to own the mansion and all of our land, not far from the city. It gives the pack over 200 acres to roam freely on while keeping a constant presence in the city. Our pack house is a stronghold for organized crime. It is only logical that wolves are running the mafia. We are stronger and more capable than the mundies, which gives us the upper hand in nearly everything. It is also nice to be basically bulletproof in this field of work.

he whispered and pulled her up from the ground. He led her back to the room and sat her down on the bed. "I know you don't remember me so let me introduce myself. I'm Alexander Miguel soon to be the boss of the Black mafia and you are my one way ticket through that door. I'll give you one minute to completely hand yourself over to me or I'm going to start killing everyone you love, no more beating around the corner," he whispered with a serious face. Siana looked into his face trying to crack the joke behind his words but she found nothing. He was being serious. The room was quite as his vicious eyes tore through her.

Matthew rolled his eyes in anger. “You should show more gratitude, at least. You almost got raped by a woman too. I mean, who gets that drunk and calls himself a mafia boss?" Sharon rolled her eyes back at him. Matthew clenched his fist angrily at the last part. “That’s why I don’t take alcohol in public, but you made me do!”

I gave a small shake of my head and turned back to Mattis. “You make me sick,” I said. “You had options. But instead, you gambled with your daughter’s suffering.” He tried to crawl forward. “Please... I beg you.” “Save it.” I flicked my cigarette to the side, sparks dying on the rooftop’s edge. “I hope you burn, Mattis. I mean that. And know this. I’m coming for everything. Every brick, every rug, every glass you bought with the money you stole from the Mancinis. You thought you’d get away with it because you wore the mask of a desperate father. You forgot who I am.”

he said, tossing his gun onto the ground. The man laughed, a harsh, ugly sound. "Nice try. You're no use to us. We're here for her. She's Janessa Collins, right?” “She's not,” he denied. “You can't fool us!” How did they know? Only a few people knew my true identity. I spoke to Xavier using the earpiece, "This guy must be involved with the mafia." "You're right. Don't worry; I'll get you out of here safe," he responded, his voice low and assuring.

“Why are you helping me?” She scoffs. “You think I’m helping you?” She chuckles. “It’s called ownership, tesoro. You are mine.” She sits up, making us face to face. “Your family will have the privilege of having the benefit of selling your life to me.” I managed to give her a dirty look, unhappy with her confession. “Oh, don’t give me that look. It’s not like you don’t know that. You’re now in the mafia. What else could you expect?”