Pakaian Mafia Novels & Stories

Not that her boss really gave her much of a choice. The men left her alone to change into her new outfit. It won't be proper for her to wear a suit anymore, and the conservative old mafia men would question Massimo's taste and, by extension, his capability to lead. So to keep her boss's image in one piece, Elena needed to be dressed like any other mafia woman. Massimo had decided his doctor would wear a simple black dress and red high heels: very fitting for a mafia woman and completely impossible for Elena to work in. Which, Elena supposed, just made it fit the stereotype even more.

Unfortunately, they couldn't do that. So, they had to wear the basketball jerseys that these two perverted mafias had worn? And wear women's underwear too? Shit, this was really crazy. And didn't forget about the nickname. Daddy? Papa? Oh god, Cylo and Ivo wanted to throw up right now. These mobsters' demands were completely beyond reason. “So?” Jeff still had his arms folded across his chest as he stared at Cylo. “You guys will accept it, right?” Law grinned.

"No, the boss is back and requesting you. I thought this would be nice for him to see you in." "Seriously, Marie? I not his mistress and I'm not dressing up for him. Are there guests tonight?" "Uh, I don't understand child. Aren't you with the boss now?" "No! It was just sex! He doesn't own me now. Fuck!" I grabbed some leggings and a long sleeve shirt then threw my hair in a messy bun. "Oh Mistress, don't go down like that. You look like a normal girl about to go for a jog." "I am a normal girl. One that was kidnapped by the Mafia." I huffed my way down the stairs. I was so mad at Niko.

Mafia Luca is the second most dangerous mafia in the city. He's well-known for various crimes such as murder, manslaughter, and sexual assault. Unlike William, he's more terrifying and shows no mercy. He has a strong aversion to forgiving people. Luca is a covetous individual who has a profound fondness for women. He frequently dons a black suit and is perpetually accompanied by a minimum of eight strong bodyguards. He is a womanizer and frequently engages in relationships with college girls. His extravagant spending on women knows no bounds; he is willing to purchase anything for them.

She clapped her hands “...we’re finished.” I stared at her. “You think people in the mafia use pizza delivery operations as surveillance networks?” “Luca,” She looked at me with a blank face, “you think too small.” I struggled not to laugh. “Alright, Sherlock. Plan B?” She crossed her arms. “We disguise ourselves and go out.” That caught me off guard. “Disguise? As what exactly?” “I saw some Arab clothing in one of the rooms upstairs,” She explained. “They are proper ones and you can dress up like a guru… or what do they call it… maraji and I’ll dress like an Arab woman with my face covered.”

He heard the second man ask. “Yes, she’s Alex personal assistant”. Those words clarified Alex suspicions. They’d intentionally targeted Maya knowing that she had a ‘connection ‘ with him. As Alex slowly approached the men, the black dragon tattoo at the side of their necks became visible as he scoffed. These were the Jensens. Mafia’s from Vladimir’s side. Ever since the incident of his father’s death, the Wolf’s and Jensens had become at war with eachother and sworn blooded enemies. Seeing that Vladimir was already sending his men out to him, it looks like he already got wind of his arrival in Russia. This was good. Alex thought.

Mafia’s Maid Ashley froze on his lap as soon as she heard his demand. She was watching him without blinking her eyes as she didn’t believe the task he ordered her to do. Master Jeremy was holding a sinister smirk over his face watching her shocked expressions keenly. When she didn’t move even a bit after a few moments he bent down and sucked her nipple which was pulled out by him to wake her up from her trance.

He asked in surprise and I said with a small smile, “Thank you, doctor, I'll take it from here” With that said, I walked out of the room even when he kept complaining about me not taking good care of my health. This is not the time. With my hoodie over my head, I walked out of the pharmacy looking back and forth, it was evening already. I just can't believe the man I'd slept with was a mafia lord. Although I could tell he was dangerous from his aura, but not a mafia lord. How the hell did I get pregnant at age twenty-one with a mafia's baby?

When the red haze of fury finally cleared, I found myself standing over Helena's prone form, my hands sticky with blood. The warehouse had fallen silent, the fight over. But the real battle, I realized as I turned to face Aliyah's shocked gaze, was just beginning. Aliyah Sundane The world had tilted on its axis, everything I thought I knew crumbling around me. Alessandro, my Alessandro, was standing before me, his hands dripping with blood, his eyes wild with a fury I'd never seen before. Mafia. The word echoed in my mind, alongside the images from the folder Helena had shown me. Newspaper clippings of gang violence, photos of Alessandro with known criminals, documents detailing illegal oper