Requiem Of Sin A Mafia Romance Novels & Stories

Lucas shrugged, then moved the man's body in front of him to recognize who he was and which side he belonged to. Liam's troops. He found that most of the bodies in this mansion were Liam's troops, not the ElWagner troops still loyal to Rafael. "They died because they deserved it. Isn't that right, Axton?" Liam walked down the stairs and stopped not far from him. Lucas nodded, "I think they died not because they deserved it but because you wanted it." There was no fear in his eyes even though he was facing a dangerous man. With all his cunning and bravery, Liam had successfully betrayed Rafael—a big mafia who led an underground network in America and Europe.

“I apologize, Don. Your silence made me uncertain if I should consider it or not. I –“ A rough thud echoed throughout the darkness in the alley. The vibration against the stone wall caused a rat to scurry away from its trash pile, and deafening silence overtook the space. “My silence? My silence is a precious commodity. One I am giving away tonight for what I thought would be something valuable. So far, however, I’ve heard nothing but wasted words.” Sinclair could hardly swallow against the hand tightly gripping his chin as he was pinned prone against the wall. The watcher forced his hands flat against the cold cement. It took his self-control not to fight back against the tall, threatening

Leaning in, he planted a soft kiss on my cheek before pulling the car door open and slipping inside. "La mia bellissima cugina. Bye.” He muttered before shutting the door without even giving me the chance to say goodbye. As he drove away, I turned around to make my way back into the mansion, but I quickly stopped in my tracks and gasped in surprise when someone I never expected to see again came to view. “Surprised?” He smiled charmingly, his arms folded across his chest. To say I was surprised is an understatement. I was perplexed, bewildered, and bemused. “What are you doing there?” I asked when I finally recovered from the shock. “To cut it short, business.” He stated, taking long

He asked me. “Yes.” I answered. “First promise me something.” He said. “What is it?” I asked. “Promise me you won’t take any drastic decision once you learn the truth.” He pleaded. “But..” “Just promise me.” He said more desperately. “Alright. I promise. Now tell me the truth.” I urged as I braced myself for the worst. “You’re right. I’m not just part of the mafia, I’m a Mafia Don.” ……………………………… Damian stared at her to see if she had any shocked expression or see if she would lash out at him but was surprised to see she still remained calm and collected like she had expected the news.

Like walking down those stairs, or even getting on that fucking flight with the idea that her brother had grown and finally made an actual respectable life for himself instead…he became a soldier for the Mafia and now she was paying the price for his foolishness yet again! Once she’d said yes, the gun left her skin and so did the presence of the intimidating man in front of her. He walked to his torture table and placed the gun down on it. Then he turned around and crossed his arms over his chest, his expression serious, deadly. “Its time for you to own up to your shit Mio Amico, Nicholas. I promise not to hurt her too much, just enough to speed you up…hmm?” He said in a very casual tone and

he said. Jax Phoenix Martinez. The renowned, brutal and deadly American Mafia Boss. Cops shiver and shake when he enters the streets and criminals only have the utmost respect for him. The most lunatic and mad man you will ever meet. He tortures his enemies for days on end letting them beg for mercy all they can. Cold-blooded and heartless. 'So, what if it is his turf?' I questioned. 'It's dangerous to be on his turf with no protection.' Reese replied.

He bows down, placing a tender kiss on my lips. "You don't need to be worried; everything will be alright." He stated in a loving, deep velvet voice, giving me a comforting smile to ease my nerves. But it didn't stop the bile of nerves from forming in my throat. This was one of the powerful mafia families, and they are considered royals in Italy. I am anything but calm. Oh God.!, I think I’m going to faint. Sin takes a step forward, pressing the doorbell. An old woman opened the door, looking shocked when she saw Sin standing in front of her. She bows her head down, afraid to say anything.

" Felix questioned. "No. All of my men are loyal and they know very well the consequence of betrayal." "True but doesn't mean they won't try." He made a valid point. Once you entered a mafia you were promised and vowed to pledge your loyalty towards them if they didn't hard luck but torture seemed like the best option. Just then Nemesis' hand began to wonder around my legs and near my crotch area but before I knew it, she was done with dinner and placed her plate in the sink washed it and went and sat next to Felix.

I lied, my voice shaking slightly. His eyes darkened, and I could have sworn I saw a flicker of something—desire? Amusement?—before his expression hardened again. “You should be scared,” he said simply, his voice like ice. I shook my head, letting out a bitter laugh. “Of what? Of you? Please. I’ve faced worse things in my life than some arrogant mafia lord who thinks the world revolves around him.” His jaw tightened, and for a moment, I thought he might actually lose his composure. But then he took a step back, his lips curling into a cold, dangerous smile.

And I would do it again if anyone tried to take it from me. But tonight… tonight I allowed myself to think about kinder things. About Rocco's hands on mine as he pushed the ring onto my finger. About how his eyes softened in private, when the weight of his family name and his responsibilities dropped away, and it was just us. I traced my fingers across the diamond now, its chilly surface mirroring the lantern light. A symbol, not of protection, since we both knew the mafia world would never provide us with that, but of rebellion. Of seeking love despite it all.