Sins With Mafia Daddy Novels & Stories

"I know you all find what you all saw out there surprisingly, I use to have that black magic in me from time before coming into the Mafia world but I do not make use of it but after my wife's demise, I felt it is necessary that is why you find me making use of it. I have survived many gunshot due to the magic I have but even my boss Marc isn't even aware of it but with Malcolm I have decided to start using it again because I have to revenge my wife and kids death, I do not care if I have to loose my life in the end as far as I defeat him because he is evil and someone like him is not needed in the Mafia world, now that you all know about my magical powers anyone of you who is interested in g

he asks me and I look up, shaking my head. " She was my prize." " what?" " Her stupid father thought he could win against me. He had debts but no money to pay back. I could have just killed him, thats what I often did but I couldn't. His wife was sick and their youngest child had inharited that illness so he loaned money from me to try and safe at least one of them. I admit I had pity for that man but also I admired that he was willing to go as far as ask the mafia for money to safe his family. So I made him an offer, If he beats me in a game I choose he is free and I give him extra money on top. If he fails I get his elder daughter as my personal slave" he smirked at me.

“That is exactly the kind of man Re Vincenzo Romero is. A heartless evil bastard.” I couldn’t take it anymore, it was all too much. The pain of regret, the jealousy, the confusion. I had to let it all out. I placed a hand over my mouth as I coughed and spluttered and cried like a little baby. “You pitiful beautiful idiot.” Fabiano tsked. “You’ve fallen in love with him. You’ve fallen in love with a monster.” The truth was hard to accept and that was the truth. The reason I have been holding back on Vince, the one thing that has kept me in a perpetual state of distortion. I have fallen in love with my mafia daddy.

” Mason goes silent for a while, then he looks me dead in the eye and utters the words that shatters what it is left of my self control. ”My father was in the mafia. He was the Capo Dei Capi of the Russian crime syndicate.” *** My gaze freezes on Mason’s face, momentarily unable to utter a single word. My heart begins a violent thud against my ribcage. I feel a sharp pain just beneath my left breast and I double over, leaning my head against Mason’s chest. Urgent hands grab me. It all feels like a wide, dark blur. ”Mira? Are you alright?”

Father's words pierced through the thin partition, "Not here to confess my sin, Father." My voice was steady. "I seek God's mercy ," "There is no mercy in the mafia world, you will be dead soon," his cold voice pierced through the barrier that separated us. My eyes fixated on the tattoo on his hand, the mark of the Mafia Don priest known as "Krystallo." It was then that I realized the truth. A surge of anger coursed through my veins, ignited by the priest's callous words. I rose abruptly from my knees, my resolve hardening with each step I took towards the exit.

Quinn asked. “Depends…. What did he do?” “Betrayaled the Famila and he raped a nine year old.” I looked at him in disgust. The Mafia was a gang of murders, thieves and robbers but they were what you could term, loyal and royal class thieves. Pedophiles are vermin to any Mafia mob with a boss that has a head on his shoulders. I stared into his eyes. My gaze had a dead aura to it. I was completely unfazed by my plans for him.

What was all these? He gets up and my eyes lock on him. I’m too scared to take them off. It’s like he would behead me once I look away. Like a predator hunting for its prey. His agile movement comes towards me. One step after another pristine step. Ethan lets go of me as his father approaches us. Ethan’s father is a fucking mafia don. Jesus Christ. I guessed he wasn’t a lawful citizen but this is too much. The freaking mafia. HELL NO I didn’t sign up for this!!

His words tore through her already cracked soul, and she wasn’t even sure whether she could take it anymore. You gave your father a heart attack. You got yourself kidnapped. Your stupidity took eleven lives. Your fault.... She wanted to argue with him that none of this would have happened if he hadn’t blackmailed her in the first place, but even before she could speak her part, he jumped in. “This is what happens when you shake hands with your enemy. Your father’s words will mean nothing to the Bratva if they find out what his daughter had done. The Mafia never forgives betrayers”

I walked out. Ever since I was a kid I had known about the mafia and I started getting trained since I was 16 by a guy I met during my childhood. I always went there after work which was always very tiresome for me cuz I also had to deal with my dad's beating after that. I've never been out if control except when I let my emotions get to me; especially my anger. I never wanted to expose this part of me but Theodore Black brought it out and I hope he knows a way to put this part of me back where it came from because I don't think she's going back anytime soon.

My hatred for Federico is greater than my hate for my gambling father. “Now that's how We, in the mafia, handle business. You see, we don't just eliminate threats mindlessly, we hurt them by popping their loving ones. He's never going to forget he is the reason his daughter is dead, he automatically killed her.” Federico venomously said, he has no soul,no human sympathy, his heart is black as coal; he's a demon.