Possession Of The Mafia Boss Dante And Mireille Novels & Stories

Chase Tomas was an example of what I was capable Once we finished our meal, Katarina went to use the ladies room and I finished paying. I stood by the door waiting for her return, looking at my watch. What could be taking her so long? As I began to make my way towards the restrooms I saw a man at the bar with some other men. They were mafia, too. Vincent Santini and his muscle Nicky Barino. They were both smoking cigars and in a deep discussion and Vincent’s eyes were moving around as if he was watching something. Just then, Katarina came out of the ladies room and I saw both of them circle around her like sharks in blood.

She pressed her forehead against the cool glass and closed her eyes, her chest aching with the weight of choices she didn’t have. Her thoughts betrayed her, circling back to him. Dante Moretti—mafia king, ruthless billionaire, self-proclaimed owner of her life. He terrified her, but she couldn’t deny the way her body betrayed her when his eyes lingered on her too long, or when his voice dipped low enough to brush over her skin like silk. “Damn him,” she whispered, pressing her hands over her face. Hours passed. The clock struck midnight. Emilia hadn’t realized she’d dozed off in the chair by the window until the sound of the heavy door opening jolted her awake.

a deep voice commands. I turn. He walks in like he owns the place. Broad shoulders under a tailored black suit, dark eyes that slice through the chaos. His presence is heavier than the gunfire. Dante Morreti. I know that name. Whispers. Mafia. Blood. Power. The devil of New York. His gaze pins me in place. My chest tightens, breath shallow. “She’s the bride?” he asks, almost amused. “Yes, Boss,” one of his men answers. “Pretty little thing,” Dante murmurs, eyes raking me head to toe. “Shame she belongs to a coward.”

"If I wanted to kill you, you wouldn't have heard my car pull up." The laughter died instantly. Dante shifted his stance, his jaw tightening. "Watch your mouth, Capo. You're on our turf now." "Your turf?" I let out a single, silent breath of amusement. "You're standing on my docks, in my city, breathing my air. Say what you came to say before I lose my patience." Lucia took a step forward, her high boots clicking sharply against the wet concrete. Her eyes burned into mine. "Always so commanding," Lucia murmured. "Just like the night you put a bullet in Dominic's mouth."

His loud voice called me to caution, instantly shutting me up. “I have said my own and that is the final. You have all the right to forgive her because her father died in my place and I already promised him to give her all the best things she wants,” There he goes again, this same sentence is what I have been hearing all the times of my life and now he is repeating it again. For those that are curious… My father and Alessia's father used to be close Mafia dons and they had a similar enemy… Alejandro. Alejandro has always been a threat to both of them, he steals their clients, bombs their warehouse and even refuses to heed when the underground lord calls him to caution. This continued till th

We exchanged handshakes and I slipped an envelope into his pocket before moving away with Mia. I noticed Mia was tense at one point and I asked her what was wrong. “A few people from my father’s mafia are here. They’ve been watching me for a while.” She admitted in a low voice and I followed her train of sight. As soon as my eyes met with the people she had referred to, they hastily averted their gazes and spread around at once. “They’re probably here on your dad’s command. Is that why you’re tense? Wanna go with them?” I asked and I watched as her eyes widened as she shook her head.

I didn't know any family around there and I had no intention to live with strangers. “Dante has a penthouse in the city. Don't you, Dante?” He nodded. “And it's just a bus from the firm.” She said with the air of someone who had decided. The table stilled and the clatter of cutlery against the plates stopped. Father did not object but his mouth thinned. Dante leaned back in his chair and picked up his wine glass. He tilted it towards Mother. “If that's what you want, Orabella.” “Thank you, Dante.”

When they have got message from the underboss, their heart couldn't stop thudding in fear. " You got to be kidding me. You are the one who offer iris first " Emma retorted but before Camilla could reply, Marco had appeared from the villa. The two ladies quickly bow in respect and they walk in only to see the Italian Mafia Boss himself sitting on the couch in the living room smoking his cuban cigarettes. He looks calm but the two ladies knows they are in for trouble. They Knows their boss too well.

I said "Guns don't scare me as I grew up with them and you don't scare me either. Where is Reign and Damanico?" "How am I supposed to know where that idiot is?" Cardinal scoffed "He betrayed me and left. Liam left too." Liam? "Tell me where the bonds and music box are Xavier and I'll let you live." I heard the gun click My gaze shifted to the phone on the table and I eased over to it slowly. Cardinal hadn't realized my intentions at yet. "Why would I give you the bonds?" I asked buying some time "I don't want your stupid fake mafia here in Italy." he said in disgust "It's the least of my concerns especially since I know that your real mafia in is New York City. I want the money and I leave y

he said gritting his teeth. He tried to pull his trigger, as pointed the gun at my head. " eri tu quello che stava cercando di sedurmi nel modo giusto?? " ( you were the one who was trying to seduce me right?? " He said as he smirked. Till date, I'm this much acquainted to Italian, that I could smell danger in a man's voice any time. I raised my hands in a gesture to surrender, to calm his ass down. " Look, we might be involved in mafia, but we both have our conditions, we had pessimistic circumstances which annexed us in mafia!! " I tried to reason myself out.