Shelter In The Mafia Novels & Stories

Some sneered with greedy smiles, and others licked their lips, their minds already imagining what they'd do if she fell into their hands. Sherry recalled her earlier mistake. She had bitten the finger of one of the men when he’d tried to touch her. And now, she feared what he might do in retaliation. This wasn’t a world where kindness or decency prevailed. In the shadows of the underground mafia syndicate, her fate was in the hands of wolves disguised in expensive suits and polished shoes. "Ah, this is Sherry," the bidder announced "Young, fresh… just brought in." He paused reading from a document held in his hands.

My lips trembled as I spoke, voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know how exactly I'm supposed to answer this silly question of yours but Aurora I need power and your marriage to Alessandro De-luca will help me achieve this." He explained. "Do you think I want to be a caporegime forever? What happened to climbing to a conglisingre official?" I didn't fully understand what he was talking about since I wasn't versed with the Mafia rank. "-For now, just abandon everything you think you have fixed for today, I'll handle it. Someone will be here tomorrow to take care of you and we'll going to the charity ball together and you'll make sure to behave yourself properly as you meet your husband to

Theresa's mouth turned into a smile. We took the body out and left it. "Can I stay here, tonight?" Theresa asked. "Do you have anywhere to go, tomorrow?" I asked. "Back to the slum," she said. "Well, you can stay here if you won't disturb until I find a house for you," I said, and she bowed. With that, I turned to go upstair. "Are you a mafia?" She asked. "I watched some movies about criminals, and Mafia's. Your technique speaks of a Mafia."

My cartel had the biggest shipmemt for armmos and. i had clubs,casino and hotels around italy, the united states especially New york to cover up my mafia affairs in the state cause i wouldn't want to kill people for meddling in my business. Shutting the door behind me, i walked towards a mini closet i had in my office where i kept extra shirts and pants for occasions like this. I slipped into the black shirt as i make my way towards my chair to continue the paper work i had to do on one of my shipmemts coming to newyork.

After all, that is where I started in life. "I think it is an excellent idea that the children see where I grew up, and I want them to know that we come from humble beginnings. I will go and call them and tell them what their punishment will be. I am just not good at serving people because I want to help everybody that I see is suffering, and I know some are beyond help, and I cannot help all of them. So I think I will do the dishes at the back, and it will be best if you and the children work at the front," I say. Mia smiles, and I know she approves of my wanting to help everyone. I can help those that lost their jobs and give them a job. But many of them are addicts, and I do not know thei

He asks when tons of questions keep stabbing him from inside. “Yes, I am.” “How dare you enter my house?” His presence billows Jacob’s heart from the inside, but he tries to stay calm. Henry’s gaze has trailed all over the house, that is reflecting the wish of seeing someone in particular. The living room is the same as before; nothing has changed at all. The color of the walls, the decoration of the living room, the cozy, comfortable couch with the pillows printed with the art of two little boys—everything is the same as before, just the pattern of the relationship has been changed brutally. Controlling all the emotions that have been raised a while ago, his gaze falls on Jacob. “Calm down,

The beast is so scary, I wonder how I'll be able to manage with him around. It is just too risky to stay with a mafia, God, this is not the plan. The plan was to work and feed my child, then at the end of the day, I'll get married to a calm and soft-hearted man who would love and take care of Helen and I. That has been the plan all along! How can Helen like someone so scary and unfriendly? He is even threatening the mother of his child. “God, help me, please. I don't want to stay here” I whispered under my breath.

Sometimes, I’d try to talk to him, offer a light comment or a gentle smile, but he’d only look at me with those cold piercing eyes of him and remind me of our arrangement. “Don’t get carried away, Joan. This is business, nothing more,” he’d say, and each time, it felt like a knife twisting in my chest. But tonight… tonight felt different. I’d been walking down the hall, just trying to clear my head, when I heard voices. My curiosity got the better of me. I slipped into the shadows near the doorway and saw Derrick, standing with his right hand men, Santi and Ace. I was too far away to make out everything, but phrases floated over to me, the words “mafia,” “Godfathers,” and “pressure.” My hear

The uncomfortable chair and cheap table didn’t bother him as much as the thoughts running through his head. Armani del Rossi was no ordinary man. He ruled his world from the shadows, the name “Del Rossi” whispered with fear and reverence across continents. He was a mafia lord—a ruthless, calculating figure who commanded loyalty through power and fear. Possession was his creed. Control was his doctrine. And anything he wanted, he took.

“They will if I tell them to be. Besides, I’m sure you won’t be the only girl who’s ever required a bodyguard. Some of the wealthiest families in the tristate area send their kids to that school. I’d frankly be surprised if you were the only one with a detail.” Sure, but I’ll probably be the only one who threw herself at her bodyguard and ended up crying herself to sleep that night and for a week after. I can barely look at Zeke—now, I’m supposed to let him shadow me everywhere I go at this new school? “He’s not going to live with me in the dorm, is he?” Dad scowls. “You’re an intelligent girl, Mia. Where is all this coming from?” “Is he going to be living with me?”