Novel & Cerita Possession Of The Mafia Don

“I didn’t order them to handle you like that. They acted on their own idiocy.” “Oh, well, that makes me feel so much better,” I snapped, sarcasm dripping from every word. He chuckled softly, the sound low and dangerous. “I’m sorry, Sienna. I just wanted to have you around me.” I blinked, my anger momentarily swallowed by confusion. “How did you…?” He smirked, leaning closer. “Know your name?" He chuckled softly."Funny. I’m a Mafia Don, Sienna. Every piece of information in this city passes through me. Nothing goes unnoticed under my watch.”

I arch my back, pressing myself against him as he pulls away, gasping for air. “I am the mafia,” he declares, his eyes blazing with intensity. “And I will protect you with everything I have. But you see, not because you are the woman I fuck, or dream about naked, but because I am the Don. Every single person who works for me will be protected to hell, heavens, and back. Not because I can but because I need them. You - I need you. You beat my cousin at your little hacking game, and no matter what you may say or believe, I’m not doing any charity here. If you beat my brightest, you are the brightest. And I want the fucking brightest.”

I reach for her, but she moves her hands further back on her lap. “Talk.” Is all she says as she watches me. “My name is Antonio Moretti. I am the Don of the mafia that runs this country. The man José Fernando is a business partner and yes he is the head of the Cartel in Mexico. We need to marry and soon, it is for your protection. Once you have married me, you will be my wife in name only. You will have the full protection of the Moretti’s.” I tell her and she looks at me and shakes her head.

I told him. "Rick jogia!" He screamed "his name is Rick jogia! Please let me go!" He cried bitterly. Matteo steps up next to me, an iPad in his hand as he read from it to me. "Rick jogia is a Japanese Don, Samuel." "Rick jogia...." I mutter to myself "I've never heard of him before." "Apparently he is a Russian Mafia and he calls himself king. He owns an organization called 'Black Cocaine.' and he has no family that I can see here. His criminal records is clean too."

He walked up to Julia and immediately pulled her out from his step brother. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Don yelled, not caring about his choice of words. Julia attempted to remove her hand from his, but Don tightened his grip. “Stay still!” he ordered sternly. “Hi Don,” Martin said with a smile and a little wave. This made the mafia boss annoyed as he scoffed. “We need to talk.” Don said to him, then he turned to Julia, “please excuse us.” *** Julia walked to the corner of the room and stood, swirling her champagne and taking a sip while observing everyone.

“Both gay. Both lying to me for years.” “We weren’t lying,” Nikolai said. “We were surviving.” “Don’t give me that martyr bullshit.” Gabriel started pacing. “You think you’re the first gay person in our world?” “Name one openly gay mafia boss,” Nikolai challenged. “One politician in our circles who’s out.” Gabriel opened his mouth, then closed it. Because he couldn’t. “This isn’t the fifties,” Liliana said gently. “Not fast enough,” I said. “And not in our world.”

"I speak in fewer, clearer phrases. For fifteen years, you will be mine. You have to follow my mafia's rules and regulations throughout that period. You'll be released after that, he said. I gave him the side-eye while picking up the contract. I had no faith in anything he said. I carefully examined the contract looking for gaps before I discovered it. A sly laugh escaped my lips. The contract was smashed on the table by me. I'm not like your stupid henchmen, you know. I'll be your property for fifteen years, according to this contract. It must have been a pleasant notion. to declare that I am Luca Martinelli's property. It makes no mention of the previous contract becoming void. You'd still

None of them had made me feel like this. I poured myself a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid sloshing against the crystal. I drained it in one gulp, welcoming the burn that spread through my chest. I needed to get a grip. I needed to remember who I was. I was Dimitrio De Luca, Don of the most powerful mafia family in Lazio. I had killed men with my bare hands. I had burned rival families to the ground. I had built an empire from the ashes of my father's death and Giacomo's betrayal.

buckling my seatbelt inside his shadow gray Camaro, Marco started the engine and the pristine car roared to life. My partner in crime raked his brown locks unkindly. “Don’t get me wrong, Lian. I like hanging out with you.” He chuckled sarcastically as he drove over the speed limit on the highway heading towards our target location. “But if I recall it correctly, my designation in this mafia is not a fucking baby sitter. They’ve left me out and it pisses me off because this place where we’re headed, that’s where the high-profile prisoners are. Something big is going on and here I am, babysitting Don’s fiancée.”

“If I sign that paper… what do I get in return? You want me to marry you? Fine. Let’s make this a real business deal.” He studied me for a moment. Then surprisingly he smiled. There was something almost amused in his expression. “You’re learning,” he said. “Smart girl.” “I want my father and sister alive. I want them safe. No torture, no threats, no surveillance. I want them out of your hands.” “Done,” he said without hesitation. “I want my café back.” “Already bought it,” he replied. “It’s under your name again.” That startled me. “What?” “You left the keys on the counter the day I took you. It was easy to retrieve.”