Sexy Mafia Novels & Stories

Meanwhile in Argentina, Maria, had a very particular visit in Bella Vista, because the men of the Mexican mafia showed up at her house, dressed as an internet fixer, they staged a scene where part of the team was faking a fix, and the main person in charge of that operation talked inside with the young De La Cruz and warned her about the strange orders that the boss sends her to carry out; - The boss knows about your investigation and how risky everything is for you, but you must become very close to Emiliano Romero and control all his movements, do whatever it takes for him to trust you, it is very important right now, I cannot give you more information, because I am not authorized to do so

Sean commanded, his voice stone cold as if a role switch has been secretly transacted. "You're stabbing deeper than your dagger can go, boy. I don't think you realize the gravity of what you're asking for or what you plan to do. Or is it perhaps you're yet to realize where you are: if so then permit me give you a very brief orientation; in the mafia, you do not start what you can not finish, most especially when you have no support system whatsoever. Every second is bloody, be it expectedly or unexpectedly, and usually not in the easy way. Very few are fortunate to have a swift death while others undergo slow, painful deaths. Rest assured, I'm not trying to scare you, on the contrary, I'm si

I said with my head raised high. He looked at me once and then nodded. “Sure, see you inside Romano” Stefano nodded as we both watched the man leave. “What the fuck were you doing speaking to Moretti?!” “Moretti?” That was freaking Moretti Cassino. I had sex with Moretti? My husband’s enemy?! Fuck me.

I felt seriously nervous with the way their eyes were scrutinizing my whole body and it took me enough confident to turn to look at Leonardo. "Is that all?". I asked and then, he brought out a pen and offered it to me. "Sign the contract and be ours". Leonardo said to me but that wasn't what just I wanted, I wanted to be more than a SLUT to them. Meet the Domenico brother's, who kills people for a living. A mafia and the world's greatest nightmare. What happens when a contract of submission is offered to the innocent Miss Isabella Laurenza? Would their relationship turns out to be lust or bloody??? Find out, rated 18+

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 was furious “Lord is a Mafia king. There is no way he would get us a place he didn't keep under watch. One thing I know about the Mafia is that they don't trust anyone. What would have happened if you said whatever you wanted to say? He would have heard us and probably was watching us and would know exactly what was happening”, Lucas explained. I suddenly felt stupid as I covered my face in my palms in shame, It all made sense now, there was no way he would have stopped me from talking had he not kissed me. His earlier expression explained it all. He was trying to warn me not to say anything. And there I was thinking he was hitting on me. I felt stupid

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.”

“Not even if you have to go to the bathroom. The bathrooms are co-ed, so take one of us with you.” “We should be ok if we go in pairs,” Kimmy stated. “No, you see that guy over there?” I said, subtly pointing out a dark-haired man sitting in the corner of the VIP section. He was acting like he owned the world. “That’s Antonio DeMarco. Son of one of the most ruthless Mafia families in New York. His family is rumored to be into human trafficking.”

His rage simmered just below the surface, threatening to shatter his carefully crafted composure. He never got stolen from. It was an abomination to those who knew him. It was an unforgivable transgression. And yet, it had happened. With his rage will come chaos. His perpetrators will pay, they always do. It was a promise, a known fact. He is Stefano De Rico. A Mafia kingpin whose name sent shivers down the spine of even the most hardened criminals. He is the master of the underworld. He tames even the wildest beasts that refuse to bend to his will.

“Fear makes traitors out of decent people.” Celeste turned to him. “And what does it make you?” His gaze softened just barely. “Honest about what I am.” A knock sounded at the door. Marcus Leone entered, nodding respectfully. “Everything’s ready.” Dante looked back at Celeste. “Come with me.” “Where?” “My world.” The penthouse Dante assigned her was nothing like she expected. No gilded excess. No dark decadence. It was sleek, minimal, quiet all glass and steel and carefully controlled space. Security cameras were discreet. Guards invisible but present.