Sins With Mafia Daddy Novels & Stories

“You know I suck at talking, but what I sucks at most is watching you this way. Talk to me, momma. You know you can, right? Nuella nodded, softly, but she was far from wanting to even say a word. “Tell me who the person is. Tell me about the person that is messing up your day and In a snap of my finger I will have his head rolling on the floor, right at your feet.” Nuella raised a gaze. She saw the agitation in his eyes and they delighted her as much as his words. She was used to hearing this kind of word from her father, but none of it ever made her at ease as she was at the moment. Every other time she would probably flinch in fear, and those impacts were not because her father had a thick

“He hasn’t done anything. In fact, I haven’t even seen him these past few days. He’s rarely around. Unlike his son.” “Son?” came my father’s confused reply. I let out a small, nervous laugh. “Apparently, the mafia king has a little boy. He calls me ‘Mama.’ It’s… strange.” The line went silent for a moment as I brushed my hair and sat at the vanity. My reflection looked composed—a stark lie my frantic pulse betrayed. “I-I’m sorry, Rachel,” Dad said suddenly, his voice cracking. “This is all my fault.”

Instead of turning around and stomping out of the interrogation room like I expect him to, his hands slam down onto the table in front of me, and he leans across, his big body making it all too easy for him to get in my face. "Listen, you little mafia bitch." He glares at me, his words hitting me right in the center of my chest. "You're not getting out of this. We've been looking for an in with organized crime in this city for a long time. Your daddy might not have been the big shot he once was, but he was still a scumbag, and I don't care if you killed him or not. You're just as bad as he was, and…"

We both laughed. “What’s wrong?” Sophia asked, “still thinking of the hot middle aged mafia daddy?” She winked. “I didn't mention he was hot?” I said, frowning my brows. “You didn't need to. I could see it all over you.” I smiled. “He really is a hot mafia daddy actually.” “Then what are you worried about? He's clearly into you?” “He's a Mafia. As in drug dealer rich kingpin. The last thing I want is to endanger my life… not especially after…”

She blinked up at me after a little while and I breathed out a small breath, she was just so freaking innocent and beautiful, and one cursed fool had decided to taint her when she was freaking ten years fucking old, and there was just no freaking way that this said fool was going to go scot free without getting a taste of his own medicine in a really hard way. “Also, bunny… it isn’t too late to dish out punishments to him, he’s still going to pay for all that it was that he had done to you, you understand?” I said to her in the next moment, not wanting to point out the fact that here in the mafia world, there was just no way a sin or action gets too old for punishment, and my father was the

“What’s a don?” Maksim laughed. “You curious thing.” He kissed her, straightening up to deepen the kiss. “A don is the head of a mafia family. In this case, Papa is the head of the sinners men. The Kalashnikov’s family. For us, we refer to our dons as the grand sinners. The Sinner Men is the Russian faction of the mafia in Sin City. Some call it the bratva. Just as the Japanese call theirs the yakuza.” “Oh my God.”

Fuck me! I recalled she said the Mafia, which means they earn their money through illegal means, and to the face of the public they are gentlemen, oh my goodness, how didn't I see this coming? “Sorry about your family, but why do you and your siblings have to pay for your father's sin?” I asked in disbelief, if her father is dead they should leave his children alone. I know the children are offsprings of his enemy but at least they should have freed them. These men are so unemphatic.

She dwells here, she should know better, The guy is Cruel Mafia for one, secondly seems to enjoy killing people for the fun of it without any apologies, and thirdly hates me for no valid reason at all. Wait, the list doesn't seem to end there! He is a control freak! Treats his sister with disrespect. I bet he thinks he's God's gift to women. Treats Huxley as if younger than him when he's his elder.

"When she needed you most, you treated her like an obstacle! Now she's dead, turned to ash, and you want to pay her off with your stinking money? Valeria, your hypocrisy makes me sick!" Papa Marcello scrambled over. He knelt in a muddy puddle, his hands grabbing the hem of Grandma's coat. "Mamma, I'll change! I swear I'll change!" This once-untouchable mafia Don was now a pathetic, sobbing mess. "Give me a chance to atone. I'll make all of New York mourn for Sienna. I'll kill everyone who ever hurt her... just don't take her away from me..." "Atone with what?!"

I could hear my father's voice in the background, muttering something in disappointment. “How could you do this, Kamara?” My father demanded. “If any of the family or the family friends were to hear about this, it would bring shame to the family, to me.” I clenched my teeth angrily. They wouldn't even care to ask why I did it. Why the brief break Diego gave to them was just to determine if I would bear him a child or not. They freaking crossed a mafia. And not just any mafia, Diego Sanchez, the most powerful Don in Atlanta. Mother won't even ask Father how he came in contact with Diego's business to end up owing that huge debt to Diego.