Possession Of The Mafia Don Novels & Stories

Chapter 54 [ITALY] The Mafia's resident. SLAM!! LUCA slammed down his hand heavily on his oak wooden table and Fabian flinch in front of him trembling in fear "What did you just said" Luca Roberto Gonzalez the Don, the owner of the Lucarians, the ruling mafia clan is Italy and also the father of Trevor. He is seated leg crossed on the other on his swivel chair inside of his office with his assistant standing in front of him. His face is twisted in a frown,lips tight but however he still look handsome and young.

He raised his glass and cheered towards me before finishing it off. "How dare she challenge the don like that." I heard a hiss a couple of seats over. "She must have a death wish." Another one said, "The don has killed people for less." I paled at their words, not believing what I heard. "The don?" I whispered a little too loud because I drew eyes from all over the table. Mr. Morelli cleared his throat, "Isabella, I'm not sure if you were introduced to Dante yet." He tried to salvage the situation, "Dante Romano is the Don of the Italian mafia."

Candela stared at Mario blankly. "This is one juicy news," Mimi quipped. "Funny how she is pissed about dad's affair when she is also fucking his cousin," Mario said, looking at Dante. Dante moved his eyes towards Mario, glaring at him. Mario tilted his head. "You want to be the Don so badly, huh?" Dante clenched his jaw. "A true blood is the least requirement to run a mafia. That's the reason your uncle handed all his assets to my dad instead of you, his worthless piece of shit nephew," Mario said, smirking.

Rodriguez continued, giving a slight nod of acknowledgment to his second in command who was sitting next to him. Rodriguez could easily be described as the most powerful Mafia Don. Ruthless sounded like a word meant for child’s play when it came to describing how he could get. Everyone that offended him, never lived a day to tell the story and full grown men quavered in his presence. His reputation as the most dangerous man to ever cross paths with, preceded him wherever he went. He spared no one that dared to do wrong by him any mercy and till this day not a single soul lived as an exception to that rule.

"I'm so lucky to have you doll. Your my life you know? That's what la mia vita means And without you I wouldn't be able to survive. I know it sounds cliché and I'm being silly but I wouldnt be able to live without seeing your smile Your beautiful face every time I wake up Your messy buns Your red hair Your cute blush and your fiesty attitude. I want to wake up to your face every single morning of my life. I am so happy you're mine" He smiled down at me and I could see a pool of emotions in his eyes. Love he had just for me His doll. I cuddled closer to him taking in his scent as he wrapped his hands around my naked body Being the Mafia Don's wife has been the best thing to ever happen to me.

But all she saw was the reflection of her own fear, amplified in the mirror of my own torment. I cleared my throat, forcing myself to compose myself, my voice hardening into the icy tone of a true mafia man. "I'm the Don of this Mafia. You're in a mafia home. When I'm in Los Angeles, Marco takes care of things here. I don't like to be too involved in the mafia, that's why I decided to open up my different businesses - The Enterprise, the club, the casino, and others. I only come back here when the issue is immense. Like right now. A man named Dmitri, a rival from the Russian mafia, wants to bring the Italian mafia down. He’s already started with the company, but he’s coming for us, for the f

"Yes, it's quite a complicated story. I asked for Dante's help to escape from him, believing Dante would grant me freedom, but now he seems reluctant." "Oh dear." I turned to her, puzzled. "What do you mean?" "Dante will never release you. You're precisely what the Conti mafia requires to seize control of Atlanta. Everything is clear now," she explained. And then it dawned on me that I was in deep shit.

I stated. Immediately, he pulled over, tilting his neck to look at me. "What did you just say?" He asked, looking into my eyes. “I know you are a mafia Don," I repeated myself, my breath catching in my throat. "How?” He asked, his teeth grinding as he leaned in, stabbing into my soul with his eyes. “I just know and I need your help. My family might be connected to mafia stuff and my Aunt seems as if she's trying to take control. We can work hand in hand to defeat her,”

He continued when Marco said nothing to him. Marco chuckled and replied calmly. “This is my woman, Alessia. She isn't the daughter of a mafia lord, but she's my princess." He said and winked at Alessia. Alessia blushed when she heard his words, she felt flattered and loved. But the next words Marco said to Kendrick, left her frozen in spot. “She's also the madam of this mansion. This mansion is yours, Mia Cara."

“Put all men on deck. I’m coming right now.” He didn’t wait for a response. Ending the call, he slipped the phone into his pocket. “Fuck!” he growled. His hand went to the drawer where the silver necklace had been and pulled it open. Carefully, he laid the necklace inside. Then he moved swiftly to the dresser, slid open the bottom drawer, and pulled out a pistol. Anna’s eyes went wide the moment they landed on it. Of course he had a pistol in his room. He was a fucking mafia Don.