Sepatu Mafia Wanita Novels & Stories

“You should have done your research beforehand. Perhaps you won’t fail stealing from another mafia.” He grunted. “Who are you?” She finally withdrew her gun and squatted down to his level. The confidence of this woman was beyond me. “Allow me to introduce myself. La regina. The queen of the mafia.” His chuckle was taunting yet with desperation. “There is no queen in the mafia.”

she said with worries. "I have considered it as well. Our mafia group is not any street gang, dear. We rule the underground world. No one would dare to take a powerful Mafia's wife away just like that, in case you got revealed. I will give Kennard my position so he will have more powerful authority." he relieved her. Madeline listen carefully to his every word but still, her fear for Kennard was stopping her from accepting his idea. He took a moment and again spoke gazing at her lost figure.

HIS SECRET WIFE: (MARRIAGE OF CONVIENCE MAFIA ROMANCE) Tropes: Forced promiximity, Plus size FMC, Mafia, Sweet mafia romance, marriage of convience, Brandy: My husband is disgusted and ashamed of me. Everyone laughed when I walked down the aisle. We were forced to marry and all he wants to do is get rid of me. His family resorted to starving me for days so I could lose weight. Once again, I am alone. I just need to keep my head down and stay out of his way.

Names are written on the table to demarcate each mafia from another. The whole place was very crowded, members are seen smoking, drinking and talking at the top of their voices with old-time friends. Conversations were loud, with curse words and threats. Whores and bitches were seen shaking their cheap ass around. Finding potential customers to grace their bed tonight. Just then, everyone except me shouted in excitement when Sibia climbed the stage, her big hips swaying, and her heels clicking against the floor. Every male gender has a lust for her. Sibia is a stripper who doesn’t fuck around with anyone. One faithful night at a club in Italy, I happened to run into her. We drank, and she ha

"I am the girl you will seek at the request of Mr. Alfred Zeroun Mendrick. Laura Valerie Alexander." But still. The woman's sharp gaze didn't change at all. Even though Laura had already said who she really was. Laura smile evilly and then walked around the woman as she continued to speak. "I'm sure you know who I am. I am the Son of Mr. Aric Alexander. The most feared head of the American Mafia and Damian Mendrick's greatest enemy. And you, you know that, don't you?" "Why are you tying me up like this? You want to kill me because I interfered in your dealings with Mr Alfred and his family? Is that what you want to do?" asked the woman named Zena Mikayla while continuing to stare intently.

Nothing in your rule book says I must stay with a man who abuses me. It was true, that the Mafia rule book barely mentioned women, it was written at a time when women had to do as their men told them, They were mere chattels to be bought and sold as the men saw fit, in some ways many of the Mafia Dons still treated women in t has way. Women were seen as collateral, the spoils of war to be used as the Don saw fit, or to be bartered in marriage for closer ties with friends and enemies. Very few women escaped and to do what Tash had done was unheard of but technically she had not broken any of their laws.

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.

"From Sophia? From those men? From you? Without warning, Damian slammed on the brakes and yanked the car over onto the side of the road. That jolted me suddenly forward, heart racing in my chest as it did. He turned to me fully now, his eyes ablaze with anger, desperation, and something else altogether that I couldn't quite place. "You don't understand, Lena," he said, his voice shaking slightly. "You have no idea what you're dealing with, what I'm dealing with. Those men back there—they're dangerous. More dangerous than you can imagine. And if you get caught up in this, if they see you as a weekness… They won't hesitate. A shiver ran down my spine at his words. "A weakness?" I repeated, my

Skirts that graze their hips, heels that you could use as stepping stools, all to show off their bodies. They have no idea that there are women in that building who wish they could cover their skin. I grit my teeth until my skull throbs. Why am I worrying about Mila? I’m just as likely to lose control at this rate. I scan the line closely, trying to pick out anyone who isn’t here to just drink and dance. But on the surface, every man looks the same. They’re all oblivious to the nature of the secret brothel just beneath their feet. Or they might all have weapons.

Punishment in the Mafia world knew no mercy. There were no second chances, no do-overs, only judgement. Don Antonio Lorenzo, once a powerful lion in their brutal mafia jungle, now stood at the gallows like an expired good waiting to be discarded. His bloody face still carried his proud and defiant look, unaware that his legacy had been wiped out the night before. He caught Isabella's eyes in the crowd, weeping heavily, surrounded by her in-laws the Morettis… the same bloodsuckers who had betrayed him and condemned him to this fate.