My Possessive Mafia Novels & Stories

Lucas is a well-known leader of the gang and a gambling lord in their city. He also owns a shark loan company. Diego Ramos owed him money from the gambling. He was about to take Mariane as the collateral for Diego’s debts, but David paid it for Diego. Because of that, Mariane and David got married, which made Lucas even more angry. He wanted to take and possess the girl but the moment he tried to get closer, someone was already following him to stop him from coming to Mariane. Lucas also found out that Mariane had left the country. Then, he followed the girl and find out her whereabouts. Lucas invade David’s territory and hired some spies there. Until he met Agatha. Lucas found out that Agat

“If I sign that paper… what do I get in return? You want me to marry you? Fine. Let’s make this a real business deal.” He studied me for a moment. Then surprisingly he smiled. There was something almost amused in his expression. “You’re learning,” he said. “Smart girl.” “I want my father and sister alive. I want them safe. No torture, no threats, no surveillance. I want them out of your hands.” “Done,” he said without hesitation. “I want my café back.” “Already bought it,” he replied. “It’s under your name again.” That startled me. “What?” “You left the keys on the counter the day I took you. It was easy to retrieve.”

"Why aren't you doing anything? Didn't I tell you, you can do anything here. You can order the servants to fulfill your needs. You can ask for anything." It was true what Thane said, I could ask for anything and do anything here. It's not that I don't want to, it's just that I'm not used to it yet, perhaps. But, no, I didn't want to do anything. I was afraid even to just move. I can't read Thane's thoughts towards me. It could be that what has been said has something behind it, like the reciprocity of what he said. Don't the mafia always play well and cunningly? I've read about that.

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.“100 million dollars? Do you know what you are saying?” I asked the leader of the men as I raised my head in defiance. “You can ask your grandfather” he smugly replied. I turned to my grandpa and saw that he had a similar expression on his face. Before my grandfather could speak, the gang leader beat him to it.“Hey you!” the leader called the other person and they moved towards me.

They didn’t give a shit about me or Sarah or this mess. They were just waiting — waiting to see if the great Marco De Luca would finally snap and give them the show they were hungry for. I clenched my fists in my pockets, nails biting into my palms. If I gave in — if I so much as twitched in front of them — they’d print that headline too. ‘The Mafia Heir Spirals Out of Control.’ ‘De Luca Legacy: Rotten to the Core.’ I could already see the fucking words plastered across tomorrow’s papers.

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."

Anna said, her voice steady but wary, walking past James toward her bed. “Yes, I can,” James replied. “So how are you going to do that?” Anna asked, narrowing her eyes. “I would need your help to do it,” “How?” Anna asked, her voice firm. “You trust me, right?” James asked, looking at Anna intently. “No, I don’t. But I need to get out of here,” Anna admitted. “Okay, fair enough,” James said, nodding. James took a deep breath before continuing. “You know Vincenzo Romano is a Mafia don involved in serious criminal activities.”

He continued when Marco said nothing to him. Marco chuckled and replied calmly. “This is my woman, Alessia. She isn't the daughter of a mafia lord, but she's my princess." He said and winked at Alessia. Alessia blushed when she heard his words, she felt flattered and loved. But the next words Marco said to Kendrick, left her frozen in spot. “She's also the madam of this mansion. This mansion is yours, Mia Cara."

Igor read some invoices. "At least..." He glanced at the brunette, at the club they were in now. "The other one had some class." He paused, his gaze resting on a pole used by a dancer who was rehearsing. No girl in that place looked like she had nothing to do with the mafia; the seedy atmosphere oozed from every pore. "Why the hell did Kirill enjoy these things so much? He had a range of brothels, from the lowest to the most decent." He looked at Stevenson, the lawyer. "Was this his favorite?" "That's right," the man in the suit and tie nodded. It was the first time he had seen the brunette since Kirill was the one handling those businesses.

I shook my head and replied, "I tend to stay on the low." "We're the most powerful mafia in the United States. Do you know what that means, Amara?" He asked in a snarky tone. I shook my head no, which only seemed to set him off more. He looked like he was about to go on a rampage. "It means that you're putting every single person in this building in danger. Did you know that?" He got up out of his chair. "You could've at least changed your name," he pointed out.