Shelter In The Mafia Novels & Stories

When the red haze of fury finally cleared, I found myself standing over Helena's prone form, my hands sticky with blood. The warehouse had fallen silent, the fight over. But the real battle, I realized as I turned to face Aliyah's shocked gaze, was just beginning. Aliyah Sundane The world had tilted on its axis, everything I thought I knew crumbling around me. Alessandro, my Alessandro, was standing before me, his hands dripping with blood, his eyes wild with a fury I'd never seen before. Mafia. The word echoed in my mind, alongside the images from the folder Helena had shown me. Newspaper clippings of gang violence, photos of Alessandro with known criminals, documents detailing illegal oper

he states with certainty. Shame washes over me, and I feel my cheeks heat up. "Oh," I mutter, suddenly feeling stupid. "For future reference, what is it?" He smirks. "I'm not telling you, Mama. That's only for me to know." "That's not fair. What if I get kidnapped or something? I need to know how to control it," I say with a pout. His brows knit together. "And who's kidnapping you?" "I don't know," I reply, uncertainty lingering in my voice. "You're in the mafia, so you tell me. Probably one of your enemies."

Sharon asked, seeing how Tara suddenly paused. “I heard Sir Mathew run away from home the second time, and he went to join a mafia gang.” “So? What came after that?” Sharon asked. “But to join the deadly gang, his first task was to kill his sister,” Tara revealed.

“They’re inside, chained up and waiting.” I nodded curtly and dismissed him with a wave. “Come my pet. You’ll see how the De Luca mafia handles its business today,"I gestured to Hayden who took his place a step behind me. The safehouse was simple, sparsely furnished—a place for hiding, for doing dirty business. The three workers were sitting against the wall, shackled and disheveled. Their faces were pale, eyes darting nervously as they saw me enter. “Don Vincenzo,” Hector, the leader of the group, muttered in a half-hearted attempt at a greeting. “We... we didn’t mean for it to go this far. It was just supposed to be a small cut. We needed the money. You know how it is.”

The wind howled through the narrow corridors of the Pyrenees mountains as the Thorned Circle arrived at the forgotten temple where it all began. Nestled within rock and bone, the entrance to the Veiled Mural pulsed like a sleeping heart—ancient, wrong, and waiting. Bain stood at the threshold, flanked by Petrov and Sokolov. Behind them, Vulture barked orders into his comms, securing every access point with both enchantments and trained Brotherhood operatives. The mafia moved like shadows—efficient, lethal, watching the perimeter.

Tommy and his cousins party like wild animals while the girls sat and had tea. I decided Sophia was going to have an amazing night. It was now my mission. I just can't let her have sex. I would probably be killed if I ruined a made man's woman, even if he deserved it. I was surprised how quickly the back yard filled up. Only people of the families were allowed at the mansion. There had to be like a hundred families in the mafia because there were a ton of people. Wait! Are they all related? I shuddered at that thought. I really hope that wasn't true.

The SUV's tires rolled to a gradual stop in front of what appeared to be a warehouse – a stark, forbidding structure amid the darkened cityscape. The engine silenced, and the vehicle became a wrap of tension and apprehension. Antonio and the guard at the front, cocked their gun fully locked and loaded. It was a chilling prelude, a dire harbinger of the potential for violence. Georgina's heartbeat quickened, and she understood that the night might harbor more bloodshed. The warehouse loomed, its formidable silhouette embracing the enigmatic circumstances that had brought her here. Georgina couldn't predict Marcelo's intentions, but she knew the rules of his world demanded her participation. S

“Number one rule surviving being Shorty Easter’s daughter? Never let him know where you live. He only knows to get ahold of me at Easter Lanes.” “And if he shows up, Glen will let us know. I have other men in place as well.” Ashton. The Mafia man of the men. He had them everywhere, had ears everywhere, eyes all over the city. I watched him now as he came to the bed and reached for his shirt’s hem to haul it over his head, but he paused upon seeing me studying him. He asked, “What?” “The Worthing family sent men after you.” His eyes grew wary until he masked them.

I tell him the whole, terrifying truth about the loan sharks who corners us on the street, the real reason the 'thug' shoved him to the pavement that day. “He shoved you because you were protecting me from Anthony Scarfo's mafia enforcers,” I cry softly, burying my face in my hands. “I am so, so incredibly sorry for putting you in danger, Evan. Cade had his men wipe the debt to save my family, but I dragged you into a mafia war, and I will never forgive myself.”

“Asher, Adriana says the cops are itching to arrest you. Jonah is barely holding them back.” “I appreciate his efforts, but it’s pointless. Nothing he says or does will stop them after this. We need to leave.” He pats my wrist, and when he starts to pull away, I cling on. He gets the hint and remains where he is. “And go where?” I ask anxiously. “There are several Bratva safe houses located far enough from here that we can hide out at, stay under the radar.” I gesture around the empty room to indicate the entire household. “What about everyone else?”