Possessive Mafia Romance Novels & Stories

A true fallen angel is not afraid of darkness, but appreciates it, adores it, and enjoys it. In the same way that in Colombia they prepared an exclusive party, where there were guests of all kinds, exotic, eccentric, etc.. The important thing was that they had money and that they collaborated with the illicit association that Maria De La Cruz was trying to lead, and that was also growing and leaving in its wake the personalized Mexican brand. That party was very difficult for her, since there were faces, images that had done her wrong at some point, that were not friends at all, but she knew that world had to be extremely cold, and that was how little by little she was becoming a successful

"I know, that's why I want to ask you to think about both of us, but not in a hurry. I love you Louise, I don't know how to say what I feel, it's something totally new to me too, but I can't have you away from me anymore." "So don't let me go." Maurício This morning I received a call from the Mafia, by order I would be the new boss, but for that I would need to be married or have a child. "I won't let you, but I need you to answer me as soon as possible." Her doubtful face was on and she charmed me by smiling. The effect of the alcohol was already taking its toll on Louise, alcohol and her definitely don't mix. I was just watching her, her laughter, her hair toss, and her will to live.

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.

ok says Ibrahim, both sleep and after some days Ibrahim gets well perfectly, right now Ibrahim was making love to mehak, just then Ibrahim phone ranged up, he doesn't want to receive it but seen caller name he says Jaan this is important he received it and says hello, hello me Ibrahim I am your Dr I got your money to thank you, Ibrahim sir if you want some more help just call me, Ibrahim says ok and cuts the call, on the other hand, Dr wife says Ibrahim khan gave you this much money why? dr says because he loves his wife very much he can do anything for her you see mafia possessive love, Ibrahim made love to mehak and says this mafia man can do anything for his mehak, only you can make me on

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.

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.”