Sins With Mafia Daddy Novels & Stories

For this, I could bend once. The little screen between us glowed faintly. I could see only a blur of his face for the first time in years through it. I cleared my throat. “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.” There was a pause. His voice came calm and quiet, just as I expected. “Then speak, my child.” My lips curved. 'My child?' Cute. “I have a question, Father,” I said, resting my elbows on my knees. “Is selling a friend out… a sin?”

The posture was a far cry from the commanding presence he projected in his boardroom meetings. “Miss Moretti,” he said, his voice trembling, “I know this brat has offended you grievously. He deserves to die for what he has done. But I beg you to spare his life. Please, I have only this one son. I will do anything you ask for. Just name your conditions.” Leon watched his father grovel. For the first time, a crack appeared in his arrogance. The pieces started to fall into place. His eyes darted to me, and he spoke cautiously. “Dad… who is she? We’re one of the top three financial powers in New York. Is there really anyone in this city we can’t afford to cross?”

The father who taught me how to slice a lemon perfectly, who held me when nightmares attacked - how could that man be what she’d just named? Vivian’s look was almost gentle, the sort of pity people give when they’re watching someone step off a cliff. “Most daughters of crime bosses grow up understanding the family business,” she said. “But Francesco kept you completely in the dark.” “It’s not true,” I whispered, the words thin and useless. I wanted to convince myself more than anyone else. “He is not in the mafia.” Saying it aloud felt like a wish. She laughed and it scraped at whatever calm I’d tried to hold, it annoyed me. “I am in the mafia,” she said flatly, and the admission made the ro

“No… no, you can’t do that, old man. I didn’t do any scandal! It’s all Soren’s fault—he’s the one who took the money for his little startup.” “Shut up and leave before I call the cops, Davina,” my grandfather growled. “I’ll turn your so-called scandal into a reality, and I won’t care about the damage it does to the company’s reputation. This family is already rotten with sin.” My father jumped in, his tone bitter. “You’re the reason for it, Father. You never left your mafia ways behind—you just buried them in the tech world. What did you expect? That we’d all come out saints? You killed plenty of men back then, and I’ve done my share too. Don’t think I don’t know you’ve asked Soren to handle

Misha pushed the man away softly at the mention of her father and she wiped her tears as she sniffled a little. “A very practical calculated man, I have learned the hard about this part of my father’s personality all these years he had showed me his kind loving side which I thought was the only thing there, but then I knew that I was stupid because in the end he is a mafia boss same as everyone here. And to earn that title you must be a heartless motherfucker who won’t give a fuck about anyone even your daughter when the time comes.” Misha spat out bitterly and I wanted to tell her that she was wrong but in a way she was right as well.

he said with a smirk. I stared at him for a moment before shaking my head and heading outside. In the driveway, a sleek black Range Rover awaited me. The driver opened the door with a respectful bow, and I climbed in without a word. As the car pulled out, Damon’s words replayed in my mind. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. A laugh escaped me, sharp and bitter. “Damon Dark, mafia and werewolf,” I muttered to myself. “What he wouldn’t do is make peace.”

We drank, and she had come begging for a taste of my dick, and I gave her hot, more than she could handle. She swung and spun around the pool like a professional, her ass swinging around with her. The fun part is that she is always naked, unlike other strippers who will wear pants and a bra. She finished dancing and walked off the stage without glancing at anyone. “Let the banquet begin,” Father announced from the head table, his smirk aimed in my direction. I looked at him with a stern face. He must announce the start of the ceremony since he is the most powerful mafia ever known in Italy. Father is the head of La famiglia Oscura, the deadliest mafia.

She moaned first, at the sweetness of chocolate that spread throughout her taste buds. "Right. That's what I'm talking about, Zoey. Dionysus had known that it was our sister who killed his grandfather. And, he was a mafia boss. He is used to getting revenge on his enemies. Mafias are known because of their ruthless and remorseless demeanor. So, why didn't he do anything bad to Zara? Why do you think so?" Zoey inhaled as she thought deeply about that as well. "Why?"

She do not have strength to handle that part of him that is all to friendly and childish. She would have denied that he isn't Morgan the sing of the late Donahue if she hasn't witnessed that part of him that does nothing than to give him stress. She thought that he is too child like to be the man in charge of a great mafia. A man who put so much fear in the heart of Damon a great mafia.

Reckless actions do lead to poor outcomes. The sun above my head is now in front of me. Time takes forever to pass by as I take time to process all that went down. Alessandro’s footsteps make me lift my chin. He sits right in front of me, the mud tainting his expensive suit. His unsympathetic mafia boss self was hidden deep under, the man in front of me looked defeated. His gaze didn't meet mine, he spoke with his eyes fixated on the floor.