Surrogate For The Mafia Lord Novels & Stories

ZARIA What could possibly be worse than discovering you’re nothing more than a legal surrogate in your own marriage? Maybe the fact that I didn’t even see it coming. I’m only in this house, in his life, because she cannot give him a child, and he needs an heir to keep his place as the mafia boss. That’s all I am! Someone with a working womb. He made me feel special so that I would relax around him… so I would trust him… so I would sleep with him. And like a fool in love, I gave him everything.

I love you too. ''So don't worry about anything else. '' Damon says. ''And why this heir to nothing thing? I let out a sigh. ''I overheard one of his henchmen talking about it, that every mafia leader has to have an heir. ''It is not necessary to have heirs. You see, in the mafia in Italy, Christopher is married to a man and has an adopted child. Only he doesn't want to involve his son in the mafia, so when he dies, his best henchman will take charge. '' Lucifer says and kisses my forehead.

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

I couldn't help but wonder about the violent past that had marked him with such an ugly scar. I wasn't naive; everyone knew of the Reapers Ring, a notorious Mafia gang masquerading as a tech company in the New York City’s shadows. They had law enforcement in their pocket, making them virtually untouchable. The identity of their enigmatic boss was shrouded in secrecy, known only by the name Lorenzo McLaren, the feared Mafia Lord. Rumors about him filled the city, tales of unspeakable horrors and the brutal path he took to attain his position of unchallenged power. Even the city's Mayor groveled at his feet like a dog. The only recognizable figure affiliated with this dark underworld was Giova

The atmosphere is one of luxury and power, befitting the status of a mafia lord. Which he is after all; I wasn't about to believe that shit about him being an undercover agent of the IDA. For all I care, that could have been his way of covering up his tracks. These mafia lords tend to be shrouded in facades upon facades, leaking of mystery. I take a deep breath in, liking the cologne clinging to the room. I was almost tempted to ask him what cologne he uses. Screw your head back on straight, Freya.

I said with a frown, lifting his head on my thigh. “I know but I'll live. Thanks to you,” he muttered, and then gave me a serious look, “Are you okay?" The question on his lips was gentle and warming to my ears. I nodded, “I'm okay,” I mumbled. He didn't look convinced, and I couldn't blame him. I just killed a man. How could I be okay? But I guessed that was what it meant to love a mafia lord. To have your soul tainted in some ways that you could never come back from.

] Gabriella stared at him in confusion, ‘Siamo noi il futuro della mafia? Due ragazzi distrutti cresciuti in Inghilterra?’ [We are the future of the Mafia? Two broken kids brought up in England?] ‘Chi meglio del piccolo gatto infernale?» Non siamo indottrinati come la vecchia scuola, possiamo portare una nuova prospettiva come outsider, abbiamo la possibilità di portare la mafia nel ventunesimo secolo e renderla un’organizzazione più equa e non patriarcale. Tutto quello che devi fare è perdonarmi, gatto infernale, per favore, dammi un'altra possibilità, lasciami sistemare le cose tra noi, lasciami amarti nel modo in cui meriti di essere amato.’ [Who better little hell-cat? We are not indoctr

The edges of the room faded into shadow, and the sound of the city outside was faint, like it belonged to another world. Guido Vorone sat at the head of the table. His suit was pressed sharp, the fabric catching a soft sheen under the light. His tie was loose, not from carelessness, but as if he had already settled in for business that would not end quickly. They called him Il Lupo, The Wolf. Years ago, Marco would not have remembered his face. Now Guido had more money than he could count, more men than he could name in one breath, and more guns than most families could dream of. He did not look rushed, yet there was a weight in his stillness, a sense that the entire table moved to his pace.

I frowned, "You told me everything? By just saying, MY EX FIANCE NANED SOPHIA DIDN'T SHOW UP ON OUR WEDDING. You're so awkward, do you think I'm some sort of AI who can understand so easily?” "You're no moron, are you?”. "If you're willing to explain, I admit I am a moron.". He let out a sigh, running his other hand through his hair to make his curls slick back as usual. “I…. Needed this position as the OFFICIAL second in command of the don who is the mafia Lord of The Butcher's mafia community.” he began. “Oh, like a beta?" I asked.

he assured. I nodded, though I felt my gut twist “Do your best, officer. You have to do your best ecause if you don’t… I will.” He looked at me strangely, maybe sensing something else in my words, but I didn’t care. He could think whatever he wanted to think. I wasn’t just some desperate husband looking for his wife. I was a man with power, a hidden gang. A Don. A ruler and I knew how to use my power if the need arises.