Port Mafia Dazai Novels & Stories

"No! How can I just climb on your back? Moreover, there's an injury on your arm." JK yells, "Just shut up and do as I say!" "No, I won't! Why are you showing me mercy now?" "I have never seen a stubborn girl like you." Grabbing her hand forcefully, he makes her lean on his back. "This man, seriously! How long are you going to force me? Will you ever let me live peacefully? When will you stop all this?" "When you love me more than I do." "I'll never fall for you." "You won't have to do it, baby. It will happen automatically. Just wait and see." "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Walk as soon as possible; I'm so hungry." "It's high time to learn how to control your hunger." "Yah, I've never seen a stupid

II She knew that she had to give too many explanations, but he did not ask her for any, he only asked her to relax, to be together as long as necessary. The first day they were relaxed, they started talking about different topics, such as their favorite food, favorite place in the world, economic issues of different countries, how the organization of their work would go from now on, without too many details, David talked a little about his private life, parents, and his career as a doctor, and the construction of his mafia empire, he specified how Lautaro Nicolas Romero, had been part of that important growth, and how he had apparently betrayed him, then Maria De La Cruz interrupted saying,

Lucas grinned, eyes gleaming. Amara stared at him, face set. "That would be nice, but I'm not stupid." "Clever girl. Good head on your shoulders." Lucas chuckled. "I can admire that. Ever consider working in a mafia?" "No," she snapped, then closed her eyes and took a breath.

No one else would dare. I had escaped my father but I just basically went from frying pan to fire. Hakan was Scorpion, there was no doubt about it. I was in the arms of the deadliest and most feared mafia boss in the whole country and maybe further than that.

Valeria I was sitting at my desk when I found it. A photo of Dante, one from his childhood. I couldn’t help it. I laughed. The great Dante Moretti, the man who controlled half of the underworld, looked so innocent, so… harmless. It was a picture of him as a boy, smiling shyly, with his eyes full of something I hadn’t expected—vulnerability. It made me chuckle, and I muttered under my breath, “Who would have thought the feared mafia lord was once this cute?”

Her whole body was shaking. He knew she was trying to hold it together, trying not to fall apart—and that softened him. Bit by bit, his anger faded. He wrapped his arms around her gently, trying to calm her. “You’re so damn stubborn,” Regis muttered as he lightly patted her head. Amora knew she'd been naive, thinking she could reason with Diego Lorenzo’s men. But the truth was, the mafia world was far more brutal and ruthless than she’d ever imagined. Those men had aimed their guns at her without a second thought. There was no hesitation in their eyes—just cold resolve.

I said, looking straight into his death stare. “No?” He shook his head slightly and continued, “Every whore works for someone. Is it the madam of an underground whorehouse that is in need of money or one of those useless scumbags that want me dead?” His upper teeth grazed his lower lip, biting down enough to deepen the curve of his mischievous smile as his eyes gleamed with a dark amusement. At that moment, I carefully slid my hand into my purse and collected the tracker without him noticing, but I had to distract him so I could attach it to his watch.

I took a sip of my drink, the bitterness a perfect match for my mood. “Isn’t it ironic how they all have to take part in most of the same things as my dad and his business partners?” I asked my wolf, my lips not moving and my face not betraying a hint of my conversation as my eyes wandered the room. “I was just thinking the same thing,” Ema replied. “Flip sides of the same coin.” “I couldn’t have put it better myself.” Ema was right: despite the similarities between powerful business people and the Mafia, the worlds were so different. There was an undercurrent of danger here, a tension that was absent from the staid world of business networking.

Yes, he shouldn’t have gotten Daphnée pregnant or at all being involved with her, and he was sure that if Dante’s heart was still rock solid, he wouldn’t have tears in his eyes right now. Walking around the building as he felt the afternoon breeze, his mind drifted off. He had his own problems, but the mafia was his biggest. If Dante had his family, why couldn’t he? At some point, he considered having relations with Dante’s cousin and then when Daphnée came; he considered her too, but here she was titled Donna, the Queen of the Bardi Mafia. Sighing heavily, he leaned against the building behind a tree and closed his eyes. His head started to ache from a headache and now, as he opened his eye

Not with anyone. Detective James had been circling both Lorenzo and Martin for weeks. Their sudden closeness wasn’t a coincidence, it was a strategy. He needed Raphael to see it. They met at a quiet coffee house, far from prying ears. Raphael arrived first, hat pulled low. “You’re getting paranoid,” Raphael said when James sat across from him. James ignored the jab. “Have you noticed how close Lorenzo and Martin have been lately?” Raphael frowned. “Lorenzo wouldn’t work with Martin. He’s my brother. You don’t know him like I do.”