Shelter In The Mafia Novels & Stories

She sank back into her chair with a defeated look on her face. “ Hmm, what about the Mafia man who owns that Lickety Splitz club where you work on Tuesdays?” Sasha asked now attentive Petra. “Maybe you could meet him to lend you the money, I'm sure he would. Twenty thousand dollars isn't that much of a big deal to rich people like that.” “You are the best, Sasha! I knew I could always count on you when I need advice” Petra was squealing with excitement. Sasha was her best friend. They grew up together and had been friends for as long as she could remember, and her advice had never been wrong.

The pain had hardly subsided but it was better than risking pissing the cruel mafia boss off any further. "There's no reason for us to stay any longer. I imagine you already have called for the sweepers to come in. I did leave one rat alive. Make sure they understand it's meant to be that way and leave it alone." A tiny corner of Miguel's heart went out to the poor soul as he stole a glance at the warehouse. No way anyone would step out from there any less than fucked up for life. No one ever did where the mafia boss was involved. "Understood Don."

They would fight back, protect their territories, and ensure the survival of the mafia world. Anita left the meeting In the evening, she couldn't help but feel a mix of fear and determination. Alexander and Alfredo, found themselves on the brink of disaster. The imminent police operation threatened to dismantle their empires, shattering their illusion of invincibility. Realizing that the tensions were beyond their control, Alexander made a decision that would change their lives forever.Alexander retreated to his newly acquired mansion, a hidden sanctuary that nobody knew the existence, Its opulent walls and luxurious furnishings provided a stark contrast to the chaos unfolding outside. As h

“I’ve never been with a man before… but I’m not against the possibility. You’d better behave, Tristan, or I might just make your entire body ache with regret.” He turned and walked away, leaving me alone, bound and exposed, in the eerie silence of the warehouse. It was then, in the echoing emptiness, that the full horror of my situation truly dawned on me. I was caught in the crossfire of a brutal mafia war. Abducted by Vlad, I was now nothing more than a bargaining chip, a tool for his twisted vengeance against Giovanni. And the night, it seemed, was far from over.

“You can’t swear that!” “I can,” I said, voice steady. “I’m not in the mafia. I’m an agent for them. I use their network to protect my businesses. They help me safeguard my things, stop robberies, keep rivals out. In return, I move product for them. That’s all.” She stared, breathing hard. “You’re telling me the mafia keeps you safe?” “They keep my empire safe,” I said. “And now, that includes you and Liam. They won’t touch him. They know better.”

And Liana stood over him, trembling, her violet eyes wide with shock at what she had done. Then the gunfire erupted, and my Alpha instincts took over. "Everyone down!" I was already moving, my partially shifted form covering the distance in a heartbeat. I grabbed Liana and threw her behind a concrete barrier as bullets tore through the air where she had been standing. "Stay down." The command in my voice was absolute, brooking no argument. She pressed against the barrier, and I positioned myself between her and the chaos, a living shield. Marco appeared, dragging two bound women, the hybrids. "The male took a bullet. He is bleeding out."

Nikola’s footsteps pounded behind me, and I knew there was nothing I could say to make him stay. That was what made him and other legacies, the next generation, good friends. The best of friends in fact. Most of us had ties to the mafia in one way or another, and it was common for kids who grew up in similar circles to be grouped in the same housing. If you could call a four-story, fully armed, marble-and-stone mansion “housing.” “You have your weapons?” he asked from behind me. “I do.” They weren’t permitted on campus, but I kept them secure in my Range Rover’s built-in safe for emergencies like this. “And I think one of your shirts is still in the back seat.” I gave him an impatient once-o

Luca stood next to me, arms resting at his sides, his expression unreadable. “This isn’t up for debate,” Luca said. “Asher and I have to stay in the safehouse. You two need to stay out of this.” Janine scoffed. “You’re joking.” Ivy’s gaze flickered between us. “You think hiding is the best move?” Luca exhaled sharply. “It’s the only move right now.” I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees. “The mafia’s retaliating hard. They’re bribing officials, silencing people, rewriting the entire narrative. And now they’re coming after us directly.”

Ken’s expression is sad, and he nods, “I know where that homeless camp is. I can take you there right now. It’s about a 20-minute drive, but you should know it is riddled with drugs and even mafia presence. The mafia uses that camp to disperse their drugs. They even have guards that guard them on the overpass. They see the people there as mules.” I gasp- Mafia? “We can handle it,” Maddie says as she looks at us all. I nod in agreement, and Ken grabs his keys and then kisses Marge goodbye, “We’ll be back soon, Love.” She nods, but I can see fear in her eyes- this isn’t good.

***** Sofia and I spent most of the day at the zoo, and it was nearly dark, so we decided to call it a night. "Would you like to come over for dinner? We could pick something up on the way," I tell Sofia. "That would be great. But, unfortunately, the homeless shelter never has anything good to eat," She mutters low, thinking I couldn't hear her and pretending I didn't. ****** "Why do you stay in a homeless shelter?" Sofia sighs. "I was hoping you didn't hear that," "I did," She nods. "Every place to rent wants your name and phone number and the place you work. My husband is the man I'm running from, and he's the mafia."