My Possessive Mafia の小説・ストーリー

Yet, I sensed there was more to him than met the eye. It was unsettling to see a simple guy I had a crush on turn out to be a billionaire, especially considering he owned a karate and security company. "So, will you date him?" Molly asked, to which I quickly refused. "No, he's too creepy. Can you believe he said he'd kill any man he sees me with?" I couldn't fathom being with such a possessive man, but Molly seemed to find it normal. "That's typical of these mafia men, Nora. But trust me, they can be some of the best lovers out there, and you were clearly into Hank," she pointed out. I didn't think I could be as bold as her.

Declan’s fury finally surfaced. “Do I look like I give a damn about it? Sierra is mine. I didn’t give her revenge for nothing. Now that it’s over she must keep in mind she belongs here. Call it obsession or whatever you want. And about our mafia, I believe in my capability. Today or tomorrow we will make our mafia stand in New York among Bratva and Italians!”

Of course, on a normal day, I’d have chased them away while ordering them to never arrive at my house announced, but they had come with urgent business at hand and I knew i couldn’t postpron the meeting. I used to believe Mia hated most things related to the mafia. So far, from all what I’ve been able to gather on her after studying her, I knew she wasn’t fond of things related to mafia. Of course, she had been born into it and had grew up in it, but the sight of blood still makes her dizzy. It’s why I never even contemplated that she’d come over here, because I thought her dislike for the mafia would make her stay away, but I guess I was wrong.

He runs the Italian mafia for gods sake, that is nothing I can take lightly. It could never work, right?

"Who is he." "Twenty six years old," Rem said from the doorway. "He runs the Caruso family's northeastern operations. He is considered the likely successor to Don Enzo." "Has he ever tried to contact me before," I said. "Not through any channel we have a record of," Rem said. "But given that someone was photographing you without your knowledge the absence of a formal contact does not mean much." "No," I said. "It does not." Ivan put his hand flat on the table. "The contract is not enforceable in any legal sense," he said. "It is internal mafia tradition. It has weight within that world but it has no mechanism outside of it."

"You used that high title to crush young pups with real talent, silence new ideas, and polish your own fur with the hard work of stolen claws. Normally, my wolf wouldn't care. Your dirty mafia games didn't touch my skin. But then your teeth picked a fight with my bloodline that you cannot win. And my beast cannot just let that slide." Luciano’s pride refuses to let him shut his mouth, even with his back touching the stone wall. He bristles his fur like a cornered street dog. "So what if my wolf isn't your fan? Yeah, I pulled some strings and played the territory system! Every alpha in the mafia world does it! Don't you dare tell this room I don't know map drawing! My den is full of high awar

Thomas stayed behind, intently staring at a shocked micheal. "You got a phone call about a bomb and you felt it would be wise to not inform Raphael and go ahead and check it yourself?" He quizzically asked. "What are you trying to insinuate?" Micheal replied, irritation souring in his voice. "I have been in this mafia longer than you and Raphael. I was picked by Armani and put into this syndicate. I know all about the warehouses, business partners, politicians, drugs, shipments around the coast, factories, name it all. I have full knowledge because I was once the capo dei capi. I am not a stranger to how things are done in the mafia so don't dare try to belittle my status with your words" Mi

"Then why is your pulse racing? Why are your nipples hard against your shirt? Why can I smell how wet you are right now?" I gasped, scandalized yet turned on beyond belief. "You're disgusting." "Maybe," he agreed, pulling back to look me in the eye. "But I'm also right. Your body knows who it belongs to, even if you're too stubborn to admit it." Part of me knew I was playing with fire. Dante wasn't just any man – he was the heir to a mafia empire, the leader of a motorcycle club, and apparently, intensely possessive of things he considered his.

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.