Slave Of The Mafia Boss Novels & Stories

Long moments of silence passed between us, and when I was sure he had recovered from the trauma of recounting a sad tale he’d probably kept buried away, I cleared my throat to get his attention. “You do know the kind of work I do, don’t you?” He turned his face to me, his eyes red-rimmed. “To some extent, yeah,” he replied, nodding. I scoffed, turning around and pushing the door open. “Well, if your father is an officer of the law, Luca, what does that make me?” “A criminal?” I snapped my fingers as I walked into the room. “Bingo.” I turned to him, signaling him to come in. “That’s right. I’m a mafia boss, Luca, and when I take you under my wings, you become a criminal too. Are you cool with

I grew up as a sex slave in the yard of Don Clinton, the ruthless Italian Mafia boss. Sold to him at eighteen, I was now twenty-four — broken in, addicted, and utterly used to the brutal rhythm of his fat cock. Life had narrowed to one simple truth: I was nothing but a cum dump.

He’s not giving up. “No “ I respond . Taking another gulp of vodka and signaling for more. I can’t even believe I’m drinking this much . I usually don’t at all or stop at one glass. Well I guess when you have experienced what I have in this one month of working for my mafia boss you’d definitely have to clear your head with a glass or two. “Come on ….have some fun with me baby girl” the man said slipping his hand into my waist. I yanked it off my body . Whipping the droplet of vodka by the side of my mouth and pouring another myself ,as the bartender has left the entire bottle for me.

“Says someone who was fantasizing about a mafia don.” Jane blinked rapidly. “Mafia don?!” Carla shrugged. “Mafia don, mafia lord—whichever you call it,” she grunted, tapping her phone. “Why isn’t Inspector Rosaline picking up?” “Hey, Carla, look at me. You mean he’s a mafia?” Carla nodded. “Couldn’t you tell? From the way he talks, the tattoo, the gun? Who else carries a gun and stares people down without fear?” Jane scrunched her face. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner? Oh my God, you just made me miss my soulmate.” She glared at Carla.

I said, but my voice was a bit shaky and the words sounded more like a whisper than actual words. The little smirk on his face was no longer there, “just know..” he took a step forward until our noses were almost touching “that there is a price to pay for everything and you are currently paying the price for your father’s freedom.” He said then walked away. My hands fell flat on the table and I could hear the drumming of my heart beat from my chest. I thought I was going to live like the rest of the maids he had but no, he had me here to work for him and then watch me while I did so. Alessandro is a sick man.

And then he froze on one of the name. "Dimitri Novikov," he said slowly. "I know that name." My gaze snapped to him. "You do?" He nodded. "Yeah, he is part of the Russian Mafia, he used to run weapons and drugs in the north. I know his son, his name is Pyotr. The guy is a ruthless bastard, we crossed paths in Milan four years ago, when I was away for business. All I can tell you is he doesn't like Italians much. But he hates the Bianchis even more."

"Most are, though. Horrible people. The only good one I've seen is the boss." A snort escaped from my mouth the moment he said that. Yeah, that was it. But maybe that was how the mafia lords worked. Maybe this was what they did best... draw you in with enough intensity and obsession, and once one believed it, once you began to fall for them and their amazing tongues which seemed to work wonders behind close quarters, they dropped you. Did I even love him? I wasn't sure. I wouldn't have left so early if I did, right? Maybe I was close to it. Maybe that was what scared me more than anything.

“I hope you get along with Damian. In fact, why don’t you seduce him and make him yours?” Evelyn was rendered speechless. ‘How can I seduce that sly man? He would see right through me.’ “Stop talking nonsense. Unlike you, a mafia boss is not my ideal boyfriend.” She rolled her eyes, shaking her head. “Don’t be so quick to deny it. So tell me, is he good?” Evelyn knitted her brows, “He’s a mafia, how can he be good? Anyway, he did save me and give me my phone. So he’s partly not bad.”

he said with an ironic chuckle. "What were you prepared for exactly?" I asked curiously. "For being chased by another mafia gang." "So you are in the mafia then?" I asked. Since Elian was already telling and there was nothing else that could risk my life more than it was now, I might as well just know a little bit more about him. "Not just in it, but I'm the leader." I gasped. "For real?" He nodded. I tried to digest the information. So… my boss was in the mafia? No, just in it. He was the leader of a mafia gang. Wow.

I asked in a small hesitant voice. “Hahaha! Seriously, honey dear, what makes you think that you can refuse? I didn’t bring you all the way to my base just so you can turn down my offer and waltz right out. Only the mafia top members know where this place is, I can’t let you leave now that you’ve been here, you know…” the boss said sweetly as he continued to smile gently at me. However, his actions couldn’t be more of a stark contrast to his words when he slowly placed a black object onto the coffee table. I realized to my utter shock that it was a gun.