Novel & Cerita Sins With Mafia Daddy

The debt was written in numbers, but it was collected in flesh. Sofia’s father had whispered warnings all her life about men like him. Men who wore suits sharper than knives, whose shadows stretched longer than the law itself. Yet here she was, standing in the lion’s den, the scent of cigar smoke and leather thick in the air, as the mafia boss leaned back in his chair and looked her over like she was already his. “Your father is a careless man,” he said, his voice low and velvet dark. “But his greatest mistake wasn’t gambling away money. It was offering me the one thing I can’t buy.”

I wanted to throw up. Dad always claimed that Emily’s mother was his best friend’s widow, and caring for her was simply his responsibility. But the truth was far more complicated, wasn’t it? Emily was also his daughter. He had betrayed my mother's trust. He had slept with her murderer, and created this monster. "But the man who saved her has too much influence in Italy. It’s difficult to handle Miley now–” “It’s just a mafia! Why should we be afraid of that scum? No matter how powerful he is in his underworld, we have plenty of money to shut him up. Right daddy?”

"Your mother was Evangeline Dominguez, and your father was Alphonso Georgino. Their love was forbidden. Although they were from rival families, they chose to see beyond their differences.” My breath caught in my throat, shock rendering me speechless. "When she admitted that she was in love with your father..." He paused for a moment. "And pregnant with you..." I sensed I wouldn’t like what he would say next. "Your grandfather..." He swallowed, rubbed his hands through his dark brown hair, and exhaled a breath. "He beat your mother until she was unconscious." "Wh-what? How could he do that to his own daughter?" "In the mafia, betrayal is a sin punishable by death no matter who you are," Damia

I barely entered the hall room and got to see his pissed off face. " Bella, Where were you for two days and nights? Have you got no shame? Were you perhaps playing with men ,naked in the clubhouse?" Yeah that's how mafia dads talk with their daughters who have been a whore for their whole life. In the world's eyes my dad is respected chairman Austin Diór , a billionaire who loves his daughter blindly.

As I move, my dress rustles softly, and my hair stays perfectly in place. "Wow, Lessia is this not too much?", I ask unsure. "No, it is perfect", Lessia said still trying to arrange the strands of hair on my head. I rolled my eyes and said, "Lessia why did you dress me like this, I look like two million threw up on me". She looked at my reflection in the mirror and said, "You look amazing and by the way you are the daughter of the Mafia boss, you need to dress the part". "Mafia?", I asked confused.

Five guards step out of it, and fall into step behind me instantly. With my phone in a pocket, and a pistol in my hand; eyes filled with deathly fury as we approach. The moment I step in, the sight before me makes my heart stop. Not because its new, I've seen thousands of dead bodies, it was worse after an all out war between two ruthless mafia Lords. What made my heart stop is the implication. "This is a lot." I mutter, noting the extent of damage that had been done. The thought of innocents being murdered, and killed for something they didn't do or had no idea of; makes my heart ache.

Marie tried hard not to scream while standing her ground in order to pass across how she really felt to the brothers. “And I don’t think it’s my fault either “ Drey responded with a blank look on his face, disregarding the wave of emotions that were flying in the air. Marie had almost forgotten that Drey was a fierce Mafia Lord that kills and torture people without emotions, so why was she expecting as much as sympathy from him. She looked straight in Drey's eyes, but she couldn’t even read what it was saying. “You always try to fuck everything up with everyone around you, and you’re doing it again.” Nathan hit his shoulders lightly

“It’s about Alessio. The Italian Mafia Don.” His eyes darkened at the name and a smirk curbed in my lips. His fingers tapped impatient against the armrest of his chair. Alessio?” he repeated, the name rolling off his tongue like it was poison. “Yes.” I nodded. “You’re playing a dangerous game,” he murmured. “What do you know about Alessio?” I clenched my jaw at that statement. “Not enough. But what I do know is that he has my daughter.” His gaze locked onto mine as he repeated after me. “Your daughter?”

“ mom “ She hugged her mother next whom kissed her head making her smile. Her father looked over to Dominic and sighed before signaling him to sit as he sat down. Evelyn sat down next to Dominic and looked at her father. “ dad- “ He showed his palm to her whom stopped and held the hem of her skirt in nervousness. Lowering her gaze , she prayed that her father wouldn’t say something hurtful. “ how much do you earn ? “ A smile appeared on her lips as she heard her father’s question. Dominic frowned but answered to her father. “ enough for your daughter to spend rest of her life living like a queen “ Evelyn smiled and looked at Dominic while her father seemed satisfied with the answer. “ will y

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne