My Possessive Mafia Novels & Stories

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

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"How did you manage to book this beautifully mesmerizing place in such a short time?" I asked, while still mesmerized. "Your husband is a mafia, so if you want, I can own the whole town for you, but if you get hurt somehow, well, that's not going to happen in this lifetime, but if a single scratch on your body and I will be the one to burn this whole fucking New York City."

“Then why are you leaving when we both hold mutual feelings?-” My brows furrow. “Feelings are easy to shed off with just a little distance, Sasha.” His jaws clench, holding a possessive glint in his grey eyes. “No fucking amount of distance in the world is enough to make you forget about me.” My throat tightened from the possessiveness in his words. “You’re in the freaking mafia, you have blood on your hands.” “It’s just blood, nothing new to the likes of you.” A sense of fear struck me with how nonchalant he spoke about having blood on his hands.

I started eating immediately while moaning at the heavenly taste that filled my mouth. "Whoa slow down there tiger." Sofia says with a small laugh. "I haven't ate properly for days, so don't mock me." She chuckled while digging into her food also. "Is it true what that guy said? That he runs the most powerful mafia in whole of America?" I suddenly asked and Sofia glanced at me . "Yeah its true, but not that powerful powerful, the Royal mafia is the most powerful of all, my brother just happened to own the one that has the government under his control and the cops and army under his command." She explained and I choked on my food.

] Gabriella stared at him in confusion, ‘Siamo noi il futuro della mafia? Due ragazzi distrutti cresciuti in Inghilterra?’ [We are the future of the Mafia? Two broken kids brought up in England?] ‘Chi meglio del piccolo gatto infernale?» Non siamo indottrinati come la vecchia scuola, possiamo portare una nuova prospettiva come outsider, abbiamo la possibilità di portare la mafia nel ventunesimo secolo e renderla un’organizzazione più equa e non patriarcale. Tutto quello che devi fare è perdonarmi, gatto infernale, per favore, dammi un'altra possibilità, lasciami sistemare le cose tra noi, lasciami amarti nel modo in cui meriti di essere amato.’ [Who better little hell-cat? We are not indoctr

One thing about having gangs or dealing with mafia life was to have a main hustle. It defeats the mentality that they could be caught. Mafia men were always successful even without the illegal money because they had big and powerful companies. An advantage of building a mafia empire is to have a wide range of network and connections regarding anything useful. “Professor Martil.” Someone knocked and entered my office. I didn’t need to look up because I recognized the voice. An intern, Kimberly. “Is there a problem?” I asked nonchalantly. Kimberly stepped in fully with some books in her hands. “I came here earlier but your office was locked.”

However, now she was staring at it in the face, and it was choking her. Her eyes bored into her soul so that Isabella could feel that the fear and uncertainty had the features of Isabella's face. ”You can’t run away from it Isabella,” she said, her voice firm but soft. “When you’re in, you’re in for life”. The Mafia is more than a just one place, Isabella. It has been in existence for a long time. There are individuals who are greedy for power and money and they do not mind who they damage in the process so as to have them. The world is filled with greed and everyone in this world wants everything and this world creates this blind desire for everyone. Not even the police or the government ca

“The ones you pretend not to see. The ones the professors don’t dare fail. The ones who own this place without ever saying a word.” Missy followed, her legs suddenly heavier. “They’re mafia, aren’t they?” she asked quietly. Sienna didn’t answer right away. Then, just as they turned the corner, she said, “No. They're worse.”

“If someone gets too close to what I own… I end them.” There it was again — ownership. That mafia possessiveness Matteo had heard about, but never felt aimed at him before. He swallowed, forcing himself to stay still. “I’m not property,” he said, voice quiet. Dominic studied him. “No. But you’re in my world now. That makes you a target. Whether you like it or not.” “And what are you gonna do?” Matteo asked, eyes locked on his. “Wrap me in bubble wrap? Lock me in a basement?”