Romans & histoires Stripper For The Mafia Brothers

He protested, his snort entering his mouth as he spoke. Ohh, dear reader… I forgot to inform you... I am not your regular mafia boss. I am the topdog in the mafia world even though I am still monitored by my father. Denver is not just my consigliere and best friend, he is the head police of narcotics and crime. He helps me run my dirty work. If a young guy or lady gets caught at the airport smuggling drugs, they would be given options– It is either they sign a deal working for me at my different clubs as strippers or they get arrested. Some young boys and girls are workers at my club because their parents couldn’t pay up their debt. Some work as security personnels who transport my goods– dr

Albert dragged the trembling boy along with him leaving Fenrir on Damien's mercy. "Hmm... I heard that you like to see your men fucking those innocent young boys?" Damien asked holding his chin. "Whatever you do Damien, I am not afraid of you." Fenrir snorted. "Call 'Brothers' and tell them to fuck him until he is left with no sperm." Damien instructed and left for his office. 'Brothers' was a group of 5 Italian mafia men. They were built with heavy muscles and had ugly appearance with curly hair and dragon tattoos all over their body. They were famous to be ruthless in their job and were bisexual.

I begged and the desperation could be seen in my eyes. “You owe us approximately 6.5million dollars.” He affirmed and my eyes widened, Where was I supposed to get that huge amount of money? I pleaded with him to give him some time and he was kind enough to agree, I went to see Callum and I told him about the stripping job, even though I’d vowed to quit, I told him I was going to take the job since there was no other alternative. I felt a sense of calmness and it seemed like my brother could hear me even though I know he couldn’t.

I kicked the chair behind and stood up, placing her on the table as I began to bang her hard. She was a whore and deserved to fucked extremely hard, alongside with my dick inside of her. The dildo and clitoris stimulator was doing it's work as she began to scream so loudly while shaking vigorously. She tried to close her legs but I wouldn't let her do so, I made sure to hit harder and pounce deeper inside of her. She held onto my hair with a strong fist and I became proud of the monster I was turning into. “Please mafia boss, go slower" she begged

Right in between his legs and he bell back with a groan. “ Bitch!” He snarled at me, his eyes darkened. I shriveled in fear, my neck shrunk and my eyes went low as I avoided his gaze. I mumbled repeatedly, “ I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to. “ I knew what these men were and amongst all of them, he was the strongest, the one with the real power. The capo. And I just had the audacity to kick his dick. The Mafia had one rule,

“Don Diego has been in the mafia all his life. It doesn’t take chocolates and candies to become the mafia Don of a family as huge as the Gonzalez family.” He leaned back into his seat and placed a hand on his steering wheel. “We’ve got more enemies than friends. He’s got enemies that used to hate his dad but now hate him, and he doesn’t even know what disagreement happened between them. “But every single time we’re attacked, he doesn’t shy away from the battlefield, he leads it. Every scar on his body, he earned it. They are the prices for every battle he has won.”

“What did you just say?” “It was Nathan,” Beth’s voice grows sharp. “He hated that I wanted a divorce and took a huge debt from a dangerous mafia. I was used as collateral, Mom.” Miranda’s body turns cold. "Nathan? As in Nathan Lockwood?" "The same one mom," tears falls from Beth's eyes. "To collect the money, this mafia had me do things. I was molested. I was forced to become a stripper so they wouldn’t sell my organs. I would still be there if it hadn’t been for Drogo.”

He asked with a boring look. "Successful boss, the strip club is ours now and I hired the best strippers in the whole of Mexico to make it even more lively," Haunter replied with a straight face. "Good" Martin muttered and dropped the cigarette he was holding back on his table. "I have something else for you and capo to do, I need the both of you to make it possible for me to secure a meeting with this man" as he mentioned this man, Evander didn't waste a second to open his phone and showed the picture of a not too old man who looked like he was a Mafia. He was dressed in an expensive black suit, his hair was styled properly but not as good as Martin's and his beards had this mixture of some

Arriving at home, I rush for a shower after the shower, I laid myself on the bed with my eye staring at the ceiling. As tears begin to stream down from my eyes when a deep thought hit me. I was nineteen when I lost my mother. It has been two years since this incident happened. But that day was more than a nightmare when we were in Russia. I still remember that night when I was sitting on the couch and suddenly a group of mafia broke into the house and threatened dad. They through he was a part of the Russian Mafia, but they were mistaken. While threatening and blackmailing dad they killed my mother. Then after that day my father decided to move out from Russia, we came to France, Laon. Where

I had never seen him nervous and scared of anything but today he looked unsure about everything. "Who is he?" I asked taking a glance at the man on the floor. “He is the only brother of Beckham Grayson,” he stated and continued, “he is a ruthless mafia and when he finds out that you’ve killed his brother, he will kill you." He finished I detected fear in his voice. That kind of fear I've never seen in my uncle. I refused to run away and held my ground but I didn’t get much choice when they both consistently told me to get away from here.