Sexy Mafia Novels & Stories

I walked closer and stood by the bar as I tried to see who it was that had such kind of security. The closer I got to the booth, it became as clear as day who those men worked for. "Jake" the wolf " Moretti, one of the biggest and most feared real estate mogul. His black suit was as dark as the night outside, his eyes cold especially under that chandelier, the blue eyes shown and looked some type of green. Everyone knew who he was or had heard of him. He was good at what he did and he was known for being ruthless and merciless. Both qualities I did not agree with.

“Rafeal let me ask you a question, who did your private investigator say that Clara is currently staying with??” “Arsenio Robert, and so???” “Arsenio Robert, the son of the same dangerous mafia man you worked with who almost killed you years ago??” she asked as she scoffed. “What exactly is your point Seraphina???” “My point is that your brain seems to have stopped functioning because if it was, then you would know that Arsenio could be as dangerous as his Father!!!!” “And why do you care if he is dangerous??? The last time I checked you didn't seem to give a fuck about me or my were being.” I said as I rolled my eyes.

But when I turned around, it wasn’t him. It was Murphy. My whole body froze. He walked toward me casually, hands in his pockets, a lazy smirk on his lips. My fists clenched by instinct, though I didn’t know what I could do with them. I was scared, any sane person would be, but I wasn’t going to show it. “You’re one of Bruno’s men, right?” I asked, keeping my voice steady. He tilted his head and gave a half-smile. “Yeah. I run a few of Bruno’s businesses in Colombia.”

I welcomed her in a bear hug as she sat on my bed… “So…” “So what?” “Where’s he?” She asked smiling widely “Who?” “You know who I’m talking about…Your hot mafia stepbrother” “Please don’t” “What? I’m being honest, those tats make him look even hotter” “Suit yourself” “I know he’s your stepbrother, but you can’t deny the fact that he is good looking” “Enough of all of that, I called you here to get my mind of him, but you’re still blabbing about how good he looks, are you kidding me right now?”

he asked again, pushing his plate halfway toward me. I shook my head quickly, embarrassed. “No, I’m fine. Really.” His eyes narrowed as though he didn’t quite believe me, but he let it slide and cleared his throat before speaking again. “After our call, I made some inquiries. I needed to know exactly what we were dealing with.” My eyes flickered from the plate back to his eyes, and suddenly a sense of dread washed over me. “Okay?” “The men who have Liam… they’re not ordinary thugs, Thea. They’re part of a mafia-run loan shark organization. Dangerous people. The kind who’d rather collect in blood if their money doesn’t come through.”

I couldn’t reach Camilla if they were still breathing. So I did what we’re trained to do... what every man in the mafia learns early. You don’t wait for mercy. You make the crack yourself. You bend the impossible until it breaks. I’d been fighting impossible battles all my life. This? This was just another cage to tear open. I let my lips curl. “Tell me something,” I said, my voice low and taunting. “Which one of you f*cks the wall to earn Celestino’s good graces?”

“Using that poor fool's head and he can't even see it. If only his father was here to see how foolish and weak his heir had become…a slave to a woman who is clearly up to something fishy.” He kept on grumbling as he drove, ignoring the suspicious stares from the various Vazquez cartel thugs stationed all over the streets. He wasn't here for them, and he didn't care if they recognized him or not…as long as they didn't interrupt him before he got to his destination. He had important business to discuss, because if Luca was willing to let all their years of hard work waste away, it was up to him to do what had to be done to restore order and sanity in the Moretti family.

They pierced straight through me. The second man looked nearly identical, but warmer, or at least amused. One brow arched, and a faint smile pulled at his lips. And then I realized, my eyes widened, that I knew these faces. Everyone did. I had stumbled into The Volkov twins, two of the deadliest mafia dons in America. Just my fucking luck. I shook harder, fear threatening to overwhelm my heart and make it explode in my chest. I had heard stories, oh the stories. First of all, no one ever escaped them. They promised death and they delivered.

Greg stood before him stunned by everything. “I had no one to tell, he did this to me,” Mateo went on while fidgeting on his nails. “And how do you know it?” Greg asked. Mateo remained silent. “Wait.. Dante Moritto or…” he asked with a puzzled look on his face. “Ohh shxt, man that’s fucked up, he is a total psychopath, but… isn’t he like married?” He asked as he sat next to him. Mateo nodded silently, he was so lost in thoughts about everything.

"We can talk about this in the morning." He stepped back allowing me to close the door. I let out a deep breath once I had closed it. "Can we talk about something else?," I asked Rose. "I don't want to talk about that dickhead." "This whole Stephan thing has my mind blown," she said. "Your dads mafia is working on the whole thing. But I just can't get my head around the fact that he's selling both of the mafias out. It doesn't make sense." "Makes perfect sense to me. He wants to see death and wars. He thinks that a war will bring both of the mafias down. Those that'll survive will have no choice but to live and work under him and whoever the fuck he's selling us out to."