Romans & histoires Stripper For The Mafia Brothers

I just wanted a way to Mark my territory that I am now the newest Queen, I need to show how tough enough I am, it’s like a message to other mafia’s. I could see the Sheryl, another ew mafia Queen who just took over from her parents after their death, I heard she was once betrothed to Mikel, Theodore’s father , she got married severally but none of the marriage lasted a year before she walks out of the marriage. I could see the male stripper was already performing for looking at me from a far as she smokes her life away. I also pick a cigar and keep sending back my men to tell the male stripper I want him for the night that I will pay $5,000,000 for the night.

"I’m sorry, Aria." He kissed her hair, her forehead, her cheeks, desperate and wild. "I thought I was protecting you," he said. "I thought... I was wrong." She pulled back, searching his face. For the first time, she saw the cracks in his armor. Luciano Moretti — the brutal, unstoppable mafia king — was shaking. "I can't lose you," he whispered, cupping her face with bloodstained hands. "I can't." Aria’s heart cracked open.

Instead of turning around and stomping out of the interrogation room like I expect him to, his hands slam down onto the table in front of me, and he leans across, his big body making it all too easy for him to get in my face. "Listen, you little mafia bitch." He glares at me, his words hitting me right in the center of my chest. "You're not getting out of this. We've been looking for an in with organized crime in this city for a long time. Your daddy might not have been the big shot he once was, but he was still a scumbag, and I don't care if you killed him or not. You're just as bad as he was, and…"

"I don't quite understand." He chuckled, a low, dry sound that sent an involuntary chill racing down my spine. "Oh, I think you do." Without warning, he reached for the hem of his tuxedo shirt and lifted it just enough to reveal a long, jagged scar across his torso. "My little brother has always had a bit of a temper. He gave me this when we were kids. One slash and everything changed. He's the one who killed our mother, you know. Stabbed her through the heart in a fit of rage and then blamed our father. The monster you're married to… he's been one since he was a boy." The information I'd received didn't really move me. In the mafia world, sons killed fathers just to take over an empire that

My brain struggled to process it. Mafia? Actual mafia? The kind from movies? I actually thought they were business men who had bodyguards with them. The expensive suits. The armed men. The meetings. The injuries. The secrecy. Suddenly everything began making sense all at once. Sylvester noticed my stunned expression and immediately tried explaining further. “We mainly deal with people who..” Chris interrupted before he could finish. “We deal with bad people,” Chris explained calmly. “Drug dealers. Human traffickers. Bastards who threaten our territory or innocent people.”

There were a lot of men and strippers in all corners, you could perceive the heavy stench of perfume and alcohol, and the women had their faces caked in makeup. "Ms. Bernadi. This way…" A man yelled, running towards us. The man is in his early thirties, he wore a white shirt, untrimmed beards, and black hair. My eyes looked over him as I picked out a red smeared lipstick from his collar. He reeked of alcohol and he looked so unkempt. Why would Zavi give a whole mafia job to this man? Now, I can see how so many drug loads kept disappearing from the warehouses.

I don't care about their comfort and they were wise to shut their mouths. Mr. Altaf was shouting with his throat out when two strippers showed their dicks inside him at the same time. His screams sound like a melody to me. My eyes sparked with revenge but I was not satisfied. " Hey, You! Give something to him to shut his mouth. I don't want my wife to wake up even though this room is soundproof but still. Shut his mouth. " I whispered before lighting up the cigarette. The stripper who had dirty blond hair seemed to know my hint. He held Mr. Altaf's mouth who knew what was coming, pressed his lips together just to prevent the stripper. He squeezed hard until the shitty mouth was wide open, an

Rafael's POV- Damn she's beautiful. That cute face, tight body and that pcrfcctly curved ass. She's drop dead gorgeous and she probably doesn't even know it. I walk behind the curtains and see my brothers already started with the strippers. It takes them a minute to unglue their eyes from voluptuous shaking flesh, to notice me. "Hey Raf! You missed her bro!" My brother Javier shouts as I take my jacket off and toss it on the couch. "Her who?" I asked, taking the lighter out of my pocket and sparking my cigarette.

She couldn't believe that Cara had no utter of respect for her sacrifice. "And you choose to be a whore? Different type of guys having s3x with you just for money? You can choose to be a waitress or something else and totally not a stripper." Cara said and stood up from the couch. "To be honest, you disgust me I don't wanna see you." She added as tear roll down Sara's cheek and she left the room. Cara know that she's being a caring little sister who want to save her older twin but being a stripper?

Steel bones of forgotten cranes loomed above us. The docks were a graveyard of old deals and older blood. We stopped two blocks out. Matteo handed me a Glock, safety off. I slid it into the holster and looked at each of them—my devils, my stepbrothers, my ride-or-die disasters. "Stay sharp," I said. "We're not here to play hero. We end it or we burn it down trying." Luca leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. "You say the word, Serena, and I'll stack bodies like poker chips."