Sins With Mafia Daddy Novels & Stories

Chapter 1: Interest in Flesh Trope: Mafia / Debt / Captive Heat Level: [NOIR] The basement smelled like damp concrete and expensive cigars. Sofia sat on a wooden chair, her hands tied behind her back. She looked up as the heavy metal door groaned open. Marco stepped in. He wasn't wearing a suit today…just a black undershirt that showed off the tattoos climbing up his neck. He was the man her father owed five million dollars to. And since her father didn't have the cash, he had offered Sofia instead.

“But you are failing. You are failing your dead mother and yourself.” There were a few soundless punches that hurt the most, and this was it. Dante could not throttle me down, so he played dirty. He would use the dead-mother emotion every time I got out of line. Sometimes, I realized, all mafia men were cut out from the same cloth.

Mia shouts. "I will do anything for my children, including teaching them to be a damn Don and Donna in the Italian Mafia. The Italian Mafia is not a bloody charity organization! It is a crime syndicate with many enemies, and my children will learn from a young age to handle it! Mia, you need to trust me to do what is best for our children," I say. I am mad that she can even question me. "How can I when you want them to see you kill someone, and they are only seven!" Mia shouts.

I made a fist as I stared up at him. “Dante,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “Someone will see us. Alistair—” He let out a low, humorless chuckle. “Alistair is busy drinking his weight in brandy and bragging about his new prize.” He closed the distance in a few long, predatory strides, his shadow swallowing me whole, shielding me from the ballroom windows. I could feel the heat of his body radiating toward me, heating up my cold skin. “This is the mafia, Julianna,” he said, his voice a rough rasp. “It’s dangerous. It’s risky. Don’t you know what you signed up for?”

She argued back, “Then let it. At least I will still be myself.” I felt like laughing, but I didn’t laugh. She was still so innocent for this world. I wonder how the hell did her father raised her. Being the daughter of the biggest mafia leader of Las Vegas, she was still so kind and untouched by the dirt and blood.

❤️ A faint smirk touched his lips. “I know you’ll hate me… you’ll be angry…” His fingers tightened slightly in her hair— “But this… is what’s best for us.” A pause. “And today… the way you fought…” 🔥 “I liked it.” His gaze darkened. “Because that strength… will save you in the future.” He exhaled slowly— “There will come a time… when you’ll feel completely broken…” His voice dropped— “But you’ll have to stand again… because you are the Queen of this mafia world…”

He don't mind corroborating me over and over again just to feed his ego. Jonathan is a wealthy Mafia, a treacherous one. He hopes I take this side of him and runs his company as his only son, but I'll turn him down over and over again. At a young age, Jonathan engages me in his crimes. He says he wants me to be exposed to his business. So irritating how he calls that a business. At least, he didn't lie about his secret society and status. He uses the "Sterling Company" as a cover up for his underground activities.

The officer spoke and Marco corrected him quickly. "She's my boss's daughter." He said. "I'm sorry, your boss's daughter was involved in a dirty fight and." "Sorry officer, can we skip that part. How much is the bail? I'm bailing the four girls out." "Well, the shop owner wants to press charges. if you can speak with him first." "Press charges for what? did he not know who my mistress is?" Marco almost yelled. Who doesn't know Mr. Roberto in the country?. He dares wants to press charges on his daughter? he sure is looking for death.

I chuckled, and looked at him. “Why The Devil's Brotherhood?” I asked. “Well,” he began, “Devil's are cold blooded, and in order to be in my gang you have to be able to forget.” “Forget what?” I wondered, and adjusted my self on the bed. “Forget all the wrong you’ve done,” he admitted, and looked down. “How much wrong does the job come with?” I asked. “A lot,” he sighed. He yawned, and ran a hand through is hair. “You know,” Ken paused,”We’ll talk more tomorrow.

My breath came in short, shallow bursts as everything started clicking together in terrifying clarity. Alessandro wasn’t just dangerous—he was lethal. I’d heard whispers before—dark stories about the Obsidian Syndicate. Ruthless. Merciless. The most powerful mafia group in New York. The kind of people that didn’t just hurt you; they erased you, made sure you didn’t even leave a shadow behind. My thoughts spun violently. Why would my father send me into this? Did he know? No—he couldn’t have. He wouldn’t willingly send me to my death. But the doubt crawled in anyway, eating at the edges of my certainty.