Novel & Cerita My Protective Mafia Lover

"You and I know very well that you love the thought of power. You love to get back at people. You love to take revenge. You're always making crazy requests. How do you suppose I fulfill them?" I inhaled, shutting my eyes. "I know that you love me, Zaddy. And that you'll never hurt me. So if I get you, this mafia empire is just to attack our enemies?" "It's a lot more. But for you, yes. You can use it to get back at anyone who hurts you." "And zaddy, you'll never hurt me?" I asked softly. "Even if I piss you off." "No, baby. Never." He sounded certain. "I love you very much and I'll protect you with the power in my possession. Not hurt you."

"I had a panic attack that day, because it reminded me of my trauma on that Mayfair ship... the ship I was abducted in when I was little... yeahh that one. That was when I officially started hating Amber, because he wasn't there to protect me when I needed him to. I stopped nagging and fighting and starting becoming a shadow of myself. Bitch it was a lot, I suffered in that house. But you see the thing is, if a Mafia lord decides to love you, he will burn down the world for you, I'm not even joking... he almost did that for me , I'll tell you that later.

“I’m sorry for the way I treated you, for what I said about you, and for what you might hear I said about you—but all I did was protect my brother.” “So was I,” I spoke back sharply. Gian cracked a slight smile. “Good. Then we’re on the same page about that.” “I guess so.” Just as I was about to walk away again, he wrapped his hand around me for a second time. “I was also protecting you,” he confessed. “I’m not sure if you’re good for my brother, but there’s something about you…I like having you around.” I swallowed, not quite knowing what those words meant. First he needed Alessio to keep me in check, and now it was because he ‘liked’ having me around, whatever that was supposed to mean.

"The only ties I have with the Mafia are all familial, Vesper. I don't even work for my Father... Besides, I was only just acknowledged recently. The reason I'm telling you this now is that I plan to use my connection with the Mafia to protect you from Zevran." He drew in a shaky breath. "I know you and Zevran have history, Vesper. I know you are afraid of him. You know what he represents, and you're scared that you'd never be able to escape him, but I can help you with that. I can protect you from him. No. I am the only one who can protect you from someone like Zevran," he said then took my hand. "Please, don't push me away, Vesper. Let me help you. Let me show you how far I'm willing to go

Everyone turned to Massimo as he continued to speak. While normally people were drawn in by his power and importance, this time people listened because of the sincerity and passion with which he spoke. "The mafia world is cruel—none of us would dare dispute that," Massimo said, "and its cruelty is often inflicted on those it tries hardest to protect. Why would I offer up the woman I love most to it? If I make a deal to protect something precious, I mean to keep it."

Sadie immediately looked around suspiciously. “So.” She narrowed her eyes. “How does it feel leaving your mafia billionaire boyfriend’s luxury mansion?” I almost choked on my drink. “First, he's not a mafia. Second he’s not my boyfriend.” “Oh yeah. Firstly, his father is a mafia, which means he's also one. And secondly, he protected you and you guys shared a kiss, so yeah.” I hated how accurate that sounded. Sadie grinned wickedly. “Tell me everything.” And honestly?

“Excuse me, is this Miss Violet? “Your friend, a handsome gentleman, is drunk and waiting downstairs for you to pick him up.” There was no need to think. It had to be Leonardo. I gave them Katrina’s contact information. “Call this number. His girlfriend will come get him.” A moment later, the staff member said awkwardly, “But this gentleman says he doesn’t have a girlfriend.” I had no choice. It was an unfamiliar place, and Leonardo was the heir of the Vitale family. If something really happened to him, I would have to take responsibility.

A guard with a shaved head and a black rubber apron stood over me, electric clippers buzzing like an angry hornet. "No," I wheezed. "Not my hair. Please." "You don't have a name, no hair, no identity when you're here. You are just 402," the guard said, grabbing the back of my neck like a vice. "In the Forge, pretty is weak." "My father is Don Moretti! He'll kill you for this!" The guard laughed, dry and nasty. "Your father paid for this package, kid. Premium. He told us to shatter your ego. Shave it all off."

Lucian went first. He cleared his throat, his voice rough. "Aria. They say the mafia life is about loyalty. About honor. About blood." He paused, squeezing my hands. "But I learned the true meaning of loyalty the day I met you. You didn't just survive my world; you changed it. You gave me a son.” He lifted our joined hands to his lips, kissing my knuckles. "I vow to protect you with my last breath. I vow to love you in the darkness and in the light. I vow to be the man you see when you look at me. I am yours, Aria. Body, soul, and empire."

For six years, my stepbrother Draven, the heir to a mafia family, and I have been in a secret relationship. Every night, his hands would trace every curve of my body with desperate hunger. The way he would look at me in those intimate moments made me believe I was the only woman who could ignite such passion in him. Until a month ago, when I found out I was pregnant. The day before Valentine's Day, I snuck into his study, planning to surprise him.