Novel & Cerita Possessive Mafia Romance

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

I'd like to believe that he wouldn't think of me in that manner as long as he had other women to screw. "If I understand properly, it's just six months till your wedding," the store owner chimed in. She was the only one who seemed to be happy. It should come as no surprise that she would be quite wealthy now. The ultimate marriage between the Chicago and New York mafias was expected to be a grand occasion. Money wasn't important.

But Amara saw only a debt repaid, a chapter closed. The reign of fire had begun. The Mafia world, a world steeped in tradition and brutal power, had a new, terrifying reality. The Moretti name was no longer just synonymous with Dante's authority, but with Amara's strategic brilliance, her cold, merciless vengeance, and her unwavering resolve.

There were seven girls for them to select from, and Samantha swallowed hard as the first old man approached her. He even touched her face, and instinctively, Samantha closed her eyes as he leaned in to smell her neck, causing her knees to weaken. Samantha wanted to curse him for his actions, but fear still held her back. "Mr. Chaves, you know the deal, payment first before anything like that," said a man named Ace. He was also the boss, but someone higher up was orchestrating all these illegal activities. "Haha... I know, it's just that she looks so beautiful and fresh, but I'll look at others first," said the old man, walking away and stopping next to Gwen.

Lies, obsession, and forbidden love blur the lines between loyalty and betrayal, leaving them tangled in a web where survival demands the ultimate sacrifice. This is a twisted, dark MMF mafia romance where love is savage, hate burns deep, and survival comes at a deadly cost. . ______ Hope you're all ready for what's about to unfold. Thankyou for choosing my book to read. Please comment and leave your first impression and I'll say hello to all my lovely readers.... <3 A. Gupta

But Mikhail didn’t look away from her. “You know my name now,” she whispered. He tilted his head. “I knew it the first night you walked in.” Her eyes widened. “What?” “Isabella Moretti,” he said. His voice dropped lower and rougher. “Daughter of Carlo Moretti. The girl who ran from the Rossi wedding. The girl whose father sold her to pay his debts.” She felt the floor tilt under her feet and he stepped even closer. His body blocked the whole doorway now. “You walked into my casino. You took my job. You looked me in the eye when everyone else looked away. And now you saw what I do to people who betray me.”

I felt confused and lost, but at the same time, I knew there was something going on under my nose. For some reason, I couldn’t help but feel sad and betrayed. I knew Vicenzo Romanov is a powerful, wealthy man, but I didn’t think he is somebody far beyond that. For God’s sake, he’s a mafia, and worse? He’s the head himself! I feel like it was already impossible for me to run away now. I already caught his attention, and he’s not gonna get me off his grasp. He said it himself, he’s possessive. He gets what he wanted, and I’m doomed because I happened to caught his attention.

The desperation. This girl wasn't just valuable. She was the key to one of the biggest mafia fortunes in Europe. And she had no idea. His phone buzzed again. Message from Sophia: *Did you get her? The Morettis are getting impatient.* Rafael stared at the message, then at the closed bedroom door. The smart play was to trade her. Get his information about his family's treasure and walk away. But the Santoro fortune changed everything. If he played this right, Cassandra Roglas could give him something far more valuable than his parents' stolen heirloom.

I left using the window again and I wasn't surprised to see Damian waiting for me with a beautiful girl beside him, never mind it's just Rachelle. She rushed to my side holding my hand, "Can I see her today? I can help I don't have a shift at the hospital today" She rasped and Damian exhaled. I know he didn't have a choice but to bring her here, "Can I trust you?" I asked and she frowned. "Oh please I knew you were mafia since the first day we left, your wife isn't open about it but she made it clear you are dangerous. I never said a word then it's none of my business and I just want to see my friend" She said.

A fierce, possessive fire ignited in my gut, a feeling that had nothing to do with strategy and everything to do with a primal, masculine need to claim her as my own. The dinner was a gathering of wolves, all circling, testing the hierarchy. My capos were loyal, but they were dangerous men. They needed to see that she was not a weakness. Then Rico, his face florid with wine and arrogance, opened his mouth. “Quite the prize the Don has claimed… a pretty little Falcone dove. Let’s hope her loyalty is more steadfast than her father’s was.”