Sepatu Mafia Wanita Novels & Stories

They all come to you with so much sweetness but after a while, when all the butterfly flutters in the belly are gone they begin to act all weird and start doing things to you that you wouldn't expect. I need to keep myself safe from such people. Nate is a mafia boss, he kills people for a living. People's lives don't mean anything to him. He can just attack you anytime, anyway and anywhere. How can I even trust him? How do I know if he just wants to play with me and dump me after that? Nate can't like someone like me. How can a mafia boss who specialises in hurting people be capable of liking someone? I decided to let go and not ponder on the matter anymore.

Sophia tried not to shudder at her own indifference. Maya let go of Sophia's shoulder and whisper-yelled. “Are you out of your mind, Soph? You're getting yourself involved with people from the mafia," Sophia froze, and Maya continued. "Mafia as in, M-A-F-I-A. Those are the type of people you're getting yourself involved in," She didn't know what exactly the meaning of a mafia was, but she knew it was a dangerous organization. They sold illegal drugs and all sorts of weapons. Some were even engaged in human trafficking and rape, if not worse.

It was white, decorated with crystals and diamonds. I follow her downstairs, shutting the door behind me. As we descend, I suddenly notice Mira's dress. It was a black dress with diamonds all over it like sprinkled dust. Her dress was flay and its length was a few inches above the knee. She wore black heels whose laces were designed with butterflies. Two on each heel. Her hair had been let down, a braid on each side like a crown. Her make up was neutral, but not mild and her lipstick dark. With a plain black purse in hand.

He asked again yanking her in front of him harshly as she slowly looked up at him. "I wasn't.. Trying to do anything.. They weren't leaving me alone.” She tried explaining but Zeke glared at her. "These people are not normal human Danica. Everyone in here is a mafia or belongs to a mafia family. You must not mess with anyone here, do you understand me?" He looked at her furiously making her to give him a nod as he walked away with her following him behind.

She is the first woman to ever run a mafia, she was the first woman who controls so much power in the mafia. She is a woman who have prove a point that women are not weak, infact they are strong. She is a woman who walks, sit and dine amongst the most powerful and dangerous men. She is a woman who loves be in control and incharge. She is a woman who won't let anyone step on her. She is a ruthless and fearless woman. She is the Queen of mafia Anyone who dares to oppose or go against her always pay dearly with their lives. Elena layed on the cold ground as she shut her eyes, it was far better off than her bed which was always haunted by nightmares.

He replied to her, standing from his seat to lean on his table. “How can a living subject be sold off without her own consent?” She inserted air quotes around the sold off. For a moment, Marie forgot she was standing in front of someone affiliated to the greatest and most dangerous Mafia group in the country. But, what did she have to lose? She was already brought here against her own will, and it doesn’t seem like anyone is going to answer the question as to why she’s here.

She was about to cross the line from being tipsy to being really fucking wasted. "You're a bad man," she pouted. "How so?" I leaned forward, actually curious about what she had to say. She closed her eyes, humming. "You're in the mafia. You run the mafia. You kill people. You hurt them. You make money off of their suffering." "It's just a job. Nothing personal. And besides, you're a member of the mafia too." She scoffed. "Only because I'm married to you. My family has never engaged me in their..." she scratched her head, trying to find the words, "...activities. "

"And you support all this things, even if it's wrong, they are using women as an object that too against their will..." She asked in a calm voice but inside she was burning in anger... Damian took in her words, he knew whatever these men are doing is wrong, the woman sitting on their laps are not happy and they don't even bother to stand for themselves because of fear, he never liked it that's why he always wanted a strong willed girl for himself who is capable enough to stand against him... " No i don't support this but I can't change this either, all these things are happening in mafia for generations now so it is difficult to change them..."

Even if I dressed in yellow sundresses and wore bows in my hair, the men around me would always see the sharp edge beneath the silk. So I packed a bag. Nothing flashy. No designer clothes. I tucked my real ID into a locked drawer and printed a new one. Clean. Civilian. I became Gilda Romano, a simple girl from a seaside town near Naples. I had studied psychology and worked as a floral assistant in my aunt’s shop. I liked lavender tea and poetry. I hated guns. I didn’t know what the mafia even really did, only what I’d seen on the news. I became someone else.