Novel & Cerita My Possessive Mafia

"It's just that this...what you are asking..." "Sacrifices must be made for the greater good my friend." Don Matteo chimmed in, interrupting her father's chain of thoughts. "All it takes for this plan to fall apart us one tiny loop hole and that is what we are trying to prevent. By marrying your daughter into the family, you are openly declaring your loyalty to us, and by so doing you identify as one of us." "Haven't I done enough to prove my loyalty already?"

"Why would I kill them when I can take everything they own?" The words didn't make sense. "What are you talking about?" "The Romanos have spent decades building an empire. Businesses, properties, accounts worth hundreds of millions. Maybe billions." She spread documents across the table. "I don't want to destroy that empire. I want to own it." "That's impossible. You can't just take over a mafia family—"

Tables surrounded by men who spoke of honor while negotiating lives. As I grew older, my body began to be watched differently. Not with open desire—but with assessment. As if I were being prepared for something that hadn’t yet been spoken aloud. My name started to circulate in conversations that didn’t include me. My future was discussed without my knowledge. My existence acquired a value that had nothing to do with who I was. I stopped being just a daughter. I became a possibility. And in that world, possibilities don’t belong to themselves. The mafia works this way: everything must serve something greater. No one is an individual. Everyone is a piece. And some pieces are disposable.

I wiped the tears which I didn’t realize were streaming from my eyes as I sat up and inhaled the air, feeling grateful for every lungful. Who the hell was this man? I never thought he would be so cruel. Was he always like this or was I dealing with a whole other side of him? Did he behave this way with Parys? I mean, he loved her so it was obvious he would be possessive and jealous about her. But why was he doing that with me? He hated me and had no reason to be possessive. He’s the Mafia. They’re all like that. You’re his possession. Nothing more.

POV: ANASTASIA VOLKOV Killian Blackwood's words drove directly into my chest like a rusted silver dagger, provoking a sharp pain that tried to make me step back. However, I did not yield a single millimeter. I was not a weak female from the southern packs who bowed before the roar of a mafia Alpha. I had heard the stories about the Hybrid, the fearsome Alpha and mafia CEO who ruled the north with an iron hand and a coldness that terrified the Alphas of neighboring packs.

try to understand who he really was. Yes, Demetria confirmed everything to her about her brother’s rank and position. Demetri isn’t just any mafia leader, he’s the central Mafia Boss, the one who oversees all four major underground territories: North, South, West, and East. He holds complete control over them, making him the most powerful figure in their world. The individual Mafia bosses of those territories don’t just report to him, they call him the “Kingpin.” To them, he’s more than a leader, they honor and recognize him as the true Mafia King.

It was then that I remembered what the internet said when I decided to check him up. BRYCE GILBERT BILLIONAIRE. OWNER OF THE BIGGEST CONGLOMERATE IN THE COUNTRY, ROURMED TO BE THE LEADER OF THE POWERFUL GILBERT MAFIA GANG. It’s been said that the Gilberts was a mafia family lineage, known to be the most powerful mafia gang. The government couldn’t arrest them because they were part of the government too. Hence their, prolonged existence. My line of thought was suddenly interrupted when I heard shouts.

Third Person Pov: Thomas Allen is one of the most ruthless leaders in the mafia gang Hayden Wren heads. Its known as 'Python'. Recently, there's been a fued between the two, hence; Thomas moved to Dubai. The members of the gang thought things would dissolve over time... but it didn't. Communication seized between the two for the past two years. Now, Thomas is back to set things right.

I Guess it was for security purposes. The Mexicans were doing a lot of damage and the fear of them at this point was the beginning of wisdom. We got into the house and the party started. I was greeted by different couples of the Bratva and the Cosa Nostra, congratulating me. It was hectic but at least it made me stay away from personal direct contact with Antonio. It sounds funny, but then I wanted anything but to face Antonio again. It was time to dance. It was another moment of ultimate dread. Nonetheless, I had to grab the bull bu the horn same way Antonio grabbed my waist like he owned Me. I guess at that point he owned me. Mafias were meant to be possessive of their territories like Lio