Stripper For The Mafia Brothers Novels & Stories

Big Pa gulped and nodded his head. He could not say anything. His voice would give away how much fear he held in his heart. He had sighted the mafia tag on the bodies of the men who placed the money on his table. His eyes were wide in fear. He wondered how he had gotten himself messed up because of those two girls. “What did those sluts do to have the heads of the greatest mafia showing themselves to a small strip club owner like me? They fucked you guys good? We could discuss this and find a way to sell them off to you. We could be allies and not foes.” he said.

Colton and I were the two most notorious good-for-nothings in the Sicilian mafia. My oldest brother, Dominic, was the Don of the Turner Family. My other brother, Luca, laundered money for the entire operation. That made me the Family princess who did nothing but max out my brothers' credit cards. Colton had been frail since birth. His hands shook whenever he held a gun. But his oldest sister, Serena, ran several arms routes in the south, and his other sister, Natalia, commanded one of the world's top assassin teams. One day at the racetrack, the four of them got to talking. "Since none of us can stop worrying about the little ones, why not put them together? Easier to keep an eye on both." J

You are not Mafia just silly British gangsters but you will know the wrath of the true Mafia] The Twins looked confused as he strode back across the dance floor so obviously dismissing them that a shiver of fear ran down their spines. ‘Gettate discredito sul grande nome della mafia. Portateli via mi disgustano.’ [You bring the great name of the Mafia into disrepute. Take them away they disgust me.] For the first time in their lives, the Twins were on the receiving end of Mafia control. They were seized, cuffed, patted down, and their weapons removed by rough angry hands. Romero’s Capos then dragged them out to a van, threw them into the back savagely, and drove them back to his Compound in t

And, my stripping name’s Energia Rossa. My tale’s simple. I started up as an ordinary stripper working in a club for lots of cash. In a world where mafia ruled, I knew I took risks. But it was all part of it to prove to my mum that I didn't need her money. Believe me, I never for once sensed that everything would go wrong one day. You know that moment? Like that exact moment when things go baaaam?! Then you’re left in a situation you never planned for? Well… Let’s just say that was what happened to me. My name’s Serena and this my story.

she replied "You are grounded and you want see that guy again" enzo said sternly. "I'm not and I will see him again" she said smirking "if you see him again. I'll make sure he won't see the sun next day" Alex said "Are you gonna kill him?" alexa said smirking and everyone stiffened and looked at me. "Why would we kill him?" Noah asked nervous "Because you are in mafia" alexa said smirking. Ohk my brothers are in mafia. Wait- my brothers are in mafia!!!???!! THEY ARE IN MAFIA . I m shocked. ----- Unedited Hope you enjoy!❤ The story is soon gonna come to an end...

“Let your brother walk freely after embarrassing me in front of the entire world?” “If you truly cared about me, you would have beaten him and let him go.” My voice cracked. “He would have healed from bruises.” I pointed at him. “You wouldn’t have done that to him.” His face hardened. “You cut off his arm, Dario.” The tears burned my eyes. “You don’t get to justify that.” His shoulders tensed. “He’s mafia, Fina.” I let out a disbelieving laugh. “Mafias lose parts of their bodies every day.”

I protested, as he laid back on his chair, an ugly smirk on his face. "Oh it does, Danny!" He smiled at me. "The day you walked into my club and decided to be a stripper, you signed up to work for me." He said. "From that day, you belonged to me." He was suddenly lighting a cigarette. "...and if your mafia boyfriend wants you for himself, he's gonna have to pay me first." He chuckled. "We're not the one to pay, he is." Mr. Cox laughed, and I looked up to see gleeful looks on the faces of Jordan and the others.

But I was not surprised anymore because when you live in a mafia world there’s no guarantee that you’ll live to see another day. We drove for two hours before we stopped at the back of a strip club. I was not able to move anymore. I think I have a few fractured bones and the pain is so unbearable I already had a fever and I am about to pass out. My brother tried to push me to stand up but the guy sitting next to me with a huge scar swatted his hand away. He took his jacket off and covered my face before scooping me out of the van.

They were from the different countries sent by the different mafias to receive the stock. I have peace treaty with almost every mafia and according to bratva I like to keep my business clean in front of people's eyes so no one can point on my business. Afterall I'm a businessman also and I don't want my reputation to be tainted or harmed. We all settled on the couches and started the strippers started entertaining them. As we mafias are bastard for life we need our entertainment before any deal. Until we don't get a good chick to fuck we can't think with our brain is what o think so I specially demanded special strippers from my clubs to entertain them.

“Geez, you look like you’re about to murder someone. You have to relax, bro. I know you have a crush on him and all, but he’s not stripping for the class. He’s just existing. Violently existing.” The guy sitting two seats over leaned across the aisle like they were all in on the same conspiracy. “That’s actually not normal tattoos, guys. That’s mafia ink,” he said, his voice slow and smug. “I’ve seen those before. A dagger-and-rosary combo is classic mafia. The guy’s probably got a rap sheet and a body count. I bet he’s got a private plane parked somewhere with blood money in the cargo hold.” Archer snorted. “You watch too much N*****x, bro.”