Slave Of The Mafia Boss Novels & Stories

Edward immediately faced Loretta once he was out of sight. "What do you expect me to do Father? Watch as you are being killed. I am not that worst of a daughter." He drew his brows together and tried to free himself from the chains but it wasn't bulging. "You don't know him. That man is evil. He would kill you before that six months is over. He is the devil." He paused his lips and lowered his head. "He is a Mafia boss. He owns a drug house and is feared by everyone. His drug house is the most dangerous and powerful in this country."

I wrapped my arms around his waist and hugged him tightly. "I just do not want to go. I want to stay into this heaven. I do not want to go back to the hell of that merciless devil." I replied honestly. Yes, I was afraid of him but I was more afraid of going back to America. I knew once I would be there, De Leon would cage me forever and I would never get to live for myself. I would be nothing but a slave to him. I would rather become the slave of this mafia boss instead of becoming the slave of that devil. Hearing me, he just chuckled. That made me worried if he would soon send me back or not.

The maid responded and glanced up to see if Jericho is coming. "Okay. What do you know about your master? I mean what does he do? Which job?" The maid smiled. "I'm not in the right place to say this but I will just tell one thing. Master Jericho is the leader of the fire squad......." Nina spouted out the water in her mouth. What the hell? Holly molly!! Ahh! She's really in a deep shit! A deep trouble. Finally, she's with the Mafia Lord of the Fire squad. Jeez! She couldn't believe this.

“Family don’t betray each other, Aria. Not even by mistake. A betrayal in this world would cost so many people their lives, so it’s better to end it quick and fast.” I fell back on the couch with another sigh. “This must be a lot for you to handle, isn’t it?” he asked, leaning back with me. I nodded. “I was almost kidnapped yesterday, and today I’m finding out that the man I’m… I’m growing to love lives a dangerous life as a mafia boss. Do you know I called him a murderer just a few hours ago?” I breathed, sitting upright again. “I said so many harsh things that I don’t even know how to take back… or if I should take them back.”

This showed that the mafia boss was very aroused. But it seemed that Cylo had no other choice. Jeff had helped him defeat the Blood mafia and also saved his life. So, at the very least, he had to give the mafia boss something special as payment. Finally, Cylo lifted his face and looked deeply into Jeff's eyes. "Do whatever you want to me, Jeff. I... I am ready to accept your punishment, Daddy...“ Jeff immediately gritted his teeth. He lifted Cylo's smaller body and laid him down on the large sofa at the end of the room.

she said evenly. That earned her a low, amused chuckle. “You’re not what I expected from a maid.” “And you’re not what I expected from a mafia boss.” He stepped closer, slow and deliberate, until there were only a few inches between them. The faint scent of whiskey and smoke curled around her. His voice dropped. “You say ‘mafia’ like it’s a bad word.” “I say it like it’s a dangerous one.” For a moment, the air between them was charged, his gaze dipping briefly to her mouth before meeting her eyes again. Then, just as quickly, he stepped back, the moment broken.

Funny how they quickly transform from acting mighty and untouchable earlier just because they’re members of a mafia gang, to acting like spineless rats now. “D-don’t ki-kill us, plea-please,” one of them begs. “If I don’t kill you, you’ll kill me!” And just like earlier, I only use my claws to cut off my prey’s lives, coz I don’t wanna sting my mouth with their blood. It only takes me seconds to fulfill my work. Now, it’s time to send the rest to hell too. I hope, in more or less than a minute I’ve spent here, they haven’t made any phone calls to anyone to tell what they’ve seen here!

He let them believe I was his in every way. I should have been furious. Instead, I was breathless. “You’re enjoying this,” I whispered, barely moving my lips as we passed a group of high-ranking Mafia bosses. “I enjoy seeing you like this,” he admitted, voice low. “You belong here.” I turned to him, something sharp in my chest. “I don’t belong to you.” For once, he didn’t argue. But he also didn’t let go of me. The night blurred into a series of conversations, tense negotiations, and silent power plays. I watched as Alessandro moved through the crowd like a king among wolves. Every word he spoke carried weight. Every glance he gave sent a message.

Torture me, make me feel insecure and then finish me off when I least expected. Lies. If he thinks he can break me, then he's wrong. I'm not the same little boy I was fifteen years ago. I had gotten tougher. The experience has made me cruel. I am the Mafia boss of Black Vipers. And I don't tremble in the presence of my enemies. Mia hesitated before speaking. “Why is your father after you?” Her voice was careful, as if she expected me to push her away. I exhaled sharply, running a hand over my face. The past clawed at me, choking my throat.

Hopelessly I select the vegetables in the kitchen. ************* "Take a seat" Alfredo gave his trusted consigliere an order. Luigi Donatello fiercely known as Scarfaced was as treacherous as his name sounded. "The consignment worth a hundred million arrives tonight. The slaves will be responsible for moving it to the wearhouse up south" Alfredo didn't seem to care about what he was saying. Something else was on his mind. Scarfaced wondered what had preoccupied his mind. "The news didn't seem to do anything to you"