Stripper For The Mafia Brothers Novels & Stories

Adrian POV There were three men but none of them looked like accountants or businessmen or anyone I wanted to have a conversation with in a dark street. The one in front of me stepped closer and asked with an angry voice “Will you come quietly?” Not again, he really sent people to threaten me again? My future father-in-law was an arrogant person and his men were also arrogant people. No wonder they were working for the mafia king. When I worked with him, I forgot that he was the ruthless Mafia King everyone was scared of. But I decided to marry his daughter, so I can’t be afraid of him. I have to prove myself in front of him.

No. Luca watches us in silence. The smirk is gone now. What remains is colder. "You’re making a scene over a cut," he says. "I was handling it." Marco’s arm tightens slightly around me as he faces his brother fully. I look up at their faces. "You were manhandling my wife. That’s the first problem. The second is the way you were handling her—like she belonged to you." Something darker settles over Luca’s expression. He tilts his head slightly, studying Marco with unnerving calm.

As he stretched out on the soft couch, he breathed out deeply and sent a cloud of fragrant smoke into the air. Logan Castillejo is a well-known member of the Foedus Corp, which is a well-known mafia group. Taking people's lives is a job that he does with ease and grace. Logan was born into a wealthy and politically influential family, so he grew up with a lot of money and comfort. He quickly and easily gets what he wants. Logan always gets what he wants, no questions asked. The way he lives his life is based on this philosophy. He is an only child, so everything comes to him easily and he lives a very comfortable life.

Nothing worked. Then they started hitting me. Every strike hurt like fire. My back, my legs, my ribs—everything ached. I screamed. “Please! Stop!” But they laughed. “They say your fiancé is a mafia boss,” the big man sneered. “And you? So fragile.” Another strike hit me. I couldn’t breathe. My body shook. I curled up, tried to block it, but it kept coming. Every laugh, every hit, made me feel smaller. Finally… I couldn’t take it anymore. My legs gave out. My chest hurt too much. My head spun. And then everything went black.

Tommy cries. "Now, now, Tommy boy, we all know what would ever happen to my wife, if you got your hands on her, you and your gang members will have raped her and made her die a slow death. Do you think I will have any mercy on you? I have seen what street gangs do to beautiful women like my wife. It is too late for you to regret what you were going to do to my wife. Now be a big boy and take your punishment like you should. You see how I lack mercy. I have to admit, I feel a little sorry for you, because you did not believe that the Italian Mafia is like the Mafia of old. Oh, you gang members are so ignorant. You believe the fairy tales that we are white collar criminals, but they didn't tel

He was trying to rip them off but I didn't back down either. "Y-You're just l-like your sick brother, only loves to r-rattle your s-saber but that w-won't deter me from speaking the t-tr-truth. Despite b-being a Ma-Mafia, y-you had to drug me because y-you didn't had the balls to fight with a-an ordinary woman. T-That itself shows how much p-pitiful your li-life i-is-AHH!!"

Marco’s eyes darkened. “All of it.” I unhooked my bra and let my full tits spill out. My nipples were already hard. Then I slid my thong down my legs, stepping out of it. I stood completely naked in front of four dangerous mafia men. Marco walked around me slowly, inspecting every inch. He cupped one tit and squeezed hard, then slid his hand between my legs. Two thick fingers rubbed along my slit and pushed inside me easily. “Already wet,” he said with a low chuckle. “Dirty little slut. You like the idea of paying your daddy’s debt with this tight cunt, don’t you?”

“Infact, he's hired more strippers and I heard he'll be opening a new Voyeur for them in the outskirts of town” My fists clenched at the sound of Giovanni's name. Candy noticed and peered at me. “Did something happen between the two of you?” She asked softly. I nodded and walked briskly to the tattered sofa, the rest of the girls whom I'm guessing were the new girls Desiree talked about were all out of the room, leaving just the four of us. “What did he do?” Desiree asked, sitting beside me. Candy and Jasmine followed suit. I palmed my cheeks and inhaled deeply. “The last client he forced me to rob inorder to get money from him for my dad's surgery happened to be the most ruthless Mafia lord

He was a local gangster around the area, and she didn't dare put herself on his radar. So, what was he doing here? Immediately she dragged her feet forward toward the twins, tugging them behind her even though they both had more than two inches on her. Her chin rose. "How may I help you?" Her voice trembled slightly with the churning sea of fear around her. Her nose became hyper-aware of the stale beers and cheap cologne that hung in the air. Scarface said menacingly. "We are here for your brother." June’s hand found her siblings’ wrists, and she gripped tightly. "He isn't here.

My brother, Adrian Bianchi, the notorious American mafia don, had taught me well and only he knew about my duo personality. Just then, a voice interrupted my thoughts. "Wow, Mario, this is quite a sight." I turned to see Adrian standing behind me, a hint of sadistic pleasure in his eyes. "Enjoying the show, brother?" I asked, my tone neutral. Adrian chuckled, his gaze fixed on the victim. "You've surpassed even my expectations, Mario. You're a true student." "I'm glad you appreciate my craftsmanship, Master," I said in amusement, picking up a chisel and approaching the trembling figure nailed to the cross.