My Possessive Mafia Novels & Stories

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.”

There were seven girls for them to select from, and Samantha swallowed hard as the first old man approached her. He even touched her face, and instinctively, Samantha closed her eyes as he leaned in to smell her neck, causing her knees to weaken. Samantha wanted to curse him for his actions, but fear still held her back. "Mr. Chaves, you know the deal, payment first before anything like that," said a man named Ace. He was also the boss, but someone higher up was orchestrating all these illegal activities. "Haha... I know, it's just that she looks so beautiful and fresh, but I'll look at others first," said the old man, walking away and stopping next to Gwen.

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.

“Well, that motherfucker deserves to die. After sexually harassing and sexually abusing many people, telling him to commit suicide isn’t enough as atonement for his sins.” Leon shook his head. No matter what he says, Hunter will always have a reason. “By the way, any news about the Delgados?” Hunter asked. “They’ve partnered with Director Evangelista of Fast Freight. They seem to be widening their business reach, as we’ve heard. It also seems they are still gathering some intel about our group and us and telling everyone they will dethrone us in the mafia world.” “I originally wouldn’t give a shit about how they wanted to run their businesses and their group as long as they wouldn’t interfer

I nodded to Diego and he took out some more crisp one hundred dollar bills and was about to give to hand them to Gus when he put his hand up to in refusal, " No, no. I don't want money from you. I want you to promise our protection. This man is from the mafia. He will kill us if he finds out." So he's mafia. Interesting. It made sense. Whoever had taken Katarina knew of the inner workings of our establishment. They knew the premises of the main house, knew where each camera was and how to remain incognito. This person also knew about the debt of Chase Tomas, knew intimate details of our dealings. In order for that, they had to be mafia, which is what my father had mentioned at our last meeti

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.

I was no longer just his possession. I was becoming his obsession. And in the dangerous world of the mafia, obsessions like this… never ended quietly.