Romans & histoires Stripper For The Mafia Brothers

After going bankrupt, I did the unthinkable to save my gravely ill younger brother, Ricky Ashford. I climbed into the bed of Damien Blackwood, the notorious mafia boss. One night of passion sealed my fate, and I became his kept woman. For three years, we entangled ourselves in gardens, hot springs, and vineyards. We explored every intimate position and lost ourselves in unrelenting desire. Damien possessed a raw, physical stamina that consumed me completely, leaving me utterly wrecked every time. However, for the sake of my brother in the ICU, I chose to endure it.

It was Leonardo Salvatore, killer of brother, the devil’s very own incarnate and the Scar-faced assassin… he was here doing what he knew how to do best. With the Metal storm gun in his hands, chains of bullets on his neck, Captain Marco by his side, he lays waste to the Mafia. He had taken them from behind, when they least expected as they all had their attention fixed on the stranger in an armored car. Leo rained bullets on his former colleagues, his brothers in the Mafia society, and his family. it felt like he was invisible as no one could lift a gun against him, maybe because he didn’t give them the chance to do so. Bodies were dropping in seconds as the rest of the men tried to flee fro

“Quit looking at me and sign the damn papers already. We've got a lot of other things to get to.” I nodded nervously, skimming over the papers quickly, my pen poised over the signature line. It would be fatal to defy my father. Norman Stravkos was a no nonsense man. The head of a powerful underground Mafia gang. A pesky drug lord that evaded the hands of the law like sudden lightening. His word was law, and his actions — unbred chaos.

His name is Liam Thompson a billionaire business tycoon,the CEO of Thomp company which was popular in construction in the day while he was a mafia don in the night. Meanwhile in a closed room,many young girls were being dressed up as they were getting ready to strip for the men.These were young girls of 20 years who were trained specially for this day which was known as pick your virgin day.it was done once in every year and many prestigious sex starved men didn't fail to come. There were murmurs and cheers from the men as the first stripper introduced herself on the stage while moving her body in a seductive way.the cheers became louder when she held the pole and began to strip.

Her rage and the loud clicking of her heels following her out. Now, it is just me and Logan in the living room and the air has never been hotter. I wanted to coil and enter the couch when our eyes finally met. His brown eyes were bloodshot, as if he would strangle me any moment from now. And he actually can, after all, this is his house, he is a Mafia Lord, and if he could kill my brother in cold blood and get away with it, surely I am just like a small fly in his hands. “You are a stripper.” It was not a question, but a statement that demanded an answer.

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne

He wasn’t kidding when he said his apartment was bigger than mine, his walk-in closet was bigger than my living room and kitchen combination. I grabbed another t-shirt and some shorts and padded around until I found the bathroom. I took off the old t-shirt and hopped in the shower. I don’t know why but the word “mafia” wouldn’t leave my head. What did I know about it? Not a lot, just what I’d seen in old movies and TV. Illegal activities, bribing cops, drugs, murder. I sighed.

"My name is Leonardo DiCaprio, everyone knows me as the heir to one of the most dangerous Mafia Empire in the country and just like my father Antonio DiCaprio, I had also earned myself the reputation of a very ruthless Mafia, but today I do not speak as a Mafia, I do not speak as the heir to DiCaprio Mafia Empire and I most certainly do not speak as Antonio DiCaprio's son, today I speak as a bereaved and grieving brother. About nineteen years ago, my family had welcomed it's first daughter, Francesca DiCaprio, all was fine until two years later when Antonio DiCaprio announced to the whole world that she is dead, but Francesca didn't die, my little sister was alive but my father wanted to end

Not dead, even though they hadn’t extended the same courtesy to my father. “Hartman,” I managed, “can’t we just let them go to prison? Surely he doesn’t—” “Hold on,” Hartman interrupted. “Are you implying that one of the biggest mobsters in all of Italy is going to listen to you when you ask him to let your conniving brother and his girl live out their lives behind bars? Comfortably?”

I feel the blood flow straight down to my dick and a few strokes later I’m painting the shower wall with long streaks of cum. Feeling refreshed and relieved, I stepped out of the shower and got dressed. I styled my hair into a messy look, threw on a red shirt, blue jeans, and my boots. To finish, I placed my gun in its proper place. As a mafia boss, I never go anywhere without it because you never know when you'll need it. Being in this position brings many unwelcome enemies. Making my way downstairs, I find Michal already up and brewing some coffee. The whole kitchen is filled with the enticing aroma of dark roast, making my mouth water.