Novel & Cerita Possessive Mafia Romance

"Always." As the first glints of morning were creeping across the horizon, gilding the room in soft gold, I knew with a deep, undeniable conviction. No threat, no battle, no enemy, no matter how powerful, would ever tear us asunder again. Not Camillo. Not Philippe. Not myself. Not anyone. We were Rocco and Fiorella. Mafia, lovers, partners. Survivors. And we had the rest of our lives to prove it. I curled against him, content and safe in the warmth of his arms, feeling the pulse of life, of love, of victory over the darkness.

“Then why are you leaving when we both hold mutual feelings?-” My brows furrow. “Feelings are easy to shed off with just a little distance, Sasha.” His jaws clench, holding a possessive glint in his grey eyes. “No fucking amount of distance in the world is enough to make you forget about me.” My throat tightened from the possessiveness in his words. “You’re in the freaking mafia, you have blood on your hands.” “It’s just blood, nothing new to the likes of you.” A sense of fear struck me with how nonchalant he spoke about having blood on his hands.

Axel swiftly steps aside, avoiding the flying glass. My temper has been out of control lately. But who can blame me? Antonio was one of my best men, and I found out too late that he was stealing from me. Besides the men I've already tortured and killed for information, I don't know who else could have been working with him besides the Russians. Any of my men could be traitors, and I fucking hate traitors. Nobody steals from me. NOBODY! My blood is boiling, threatening to explode. Killing him wasn't enough. Once you join the mafia, your family automatically becomes collateral. He took from me, and I'm going to take everything from him even if he's already rotting away in hell.

Putting his hand on his cheek, he glared at the woman. "How dare y-" "Just shut up!" Garaine yelled, trembling in rage. "How could you do that to me? I trusted you so much. I used to admire you. But you chose to join a mafia gang & betray me?! You know how much I hate the mafia but still, you chose to enter the underworld." She glared at her senior, standing face to face with him. Her eyes turned red, feeling the pain of betrayal slicing her heart. "Now, after doing such a horrendous deed, you are here to kill him and take me away? Didn't it hit your conscience? Don't you care how I will feel upon knowing the person whom I used to admire a lot turned into a dog of the heartless mafia?"

Here are a few things to put you at ease (mainly confusions and insights). Moreover, the beginning chapters are longer to keep you hooked and to let you decide easily. • Insights: 1) This is a mafia, billionaire romance. But definitely the author is not playing with cliche of abducting and falling in love with the kidnapper. 2) There is no Stockholm syndrome or rape at all, personally I don't like writing it. The female protagonist won't be forced to do anything.

Rosa’s eyes widened in shock as she watched her mafia ex-husband approach, his gaze still hooded with sleep…and something darker, something wanting. He was dressed casually now—a black polo and beige pants—but even like this, he exuded danger. He stopped beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and tucking her close in a possessive embrace. He pressed a long, lingering kiss to her cheek, then his gaze fell on the deep purplish-red mark he’d left there last night. His thumb brushed over it, and a slow, dark satisfaction washed through him.

I raised an eyebrow and he grabbed my face in his hands staring into my eyes. ” I will NEVER allow anything to happen to you or our children ever again. I will kill anyone who comes near you with my bare hands. I have never stopped loving you, Katarina. You are my most treasured possession.” He tells me as he kisses me deeply and then looks at me. “ I am still the Mafia King and you will always be my Donna.” I’m his most treasured possession. That’s what he said. I felt tears falling now. He loves me, he never stopped loving me.

I wasn’t innocent, I had my methods but I preferred to distance myself from certain crimes, trafficking being one of them but when Luca brought up the statistics of the New York casino, I knew we had to consider alternatives. Calista was a new money dirt bag who thought because he stumbled on money, he was suddenly an equal and a worthy opponent but that’s the thing with people like him, their loyalty was to money. In the mafia, our loyalty was to family, to one another before money or possessions. We had codes governing our acts and there are things we would never get involved in as a family. These new birds, they’ll do whatever it takes to be seen as powerful, nothing governing their acts

Dante said at me as I whipped my head to face him. "I'll never leave my husband"I retorted back, standing up and interlocking hands with Raphael once again. "He is my husband for better or for worse and I love him. He is the best man I could ask for. And you should also respect him too because he is your capo" I stated at Dante who scanned me with hungry,cruel eyes. "Not for long. Your darling husband will perish soon"he scoffed before turning his gaze back to Raphael. "I promise you Raphael. You will meet your demise very soon and be forgotten like you never existed and once you do, I'll have control over this mafia, over your properties and also..."

Marco was already on his phone, speaking in rapid Italian as Elena stood in what remained of her father’s office, staring at the destruction as she tried to process the words that had just come out of her mouth. She had ordered an attack on another mafia family. The thought settled heavily in her chest, sharp and unreal, and there was no taking it back now. One part of her mind screamed that this was madness, that she had crossed a line she could never uncross, while another part remained cold and focused, already calculating how much damage they would need to inflict to make sure the message was unmistakable.