Sweet Encounter: Marrying The Strongest Mafia Novels & Stories

The man was unmoved, his handsome face flashed with a hint of interest, he pursed his lips, "What do you want from me? You're so ......" Yang Shuting gritted her teeth. The man's dark eyes lowered, then he grabbed her neck and pushed her against the wall! His hands slowly moved down, landing on her beautiful toes, the delicate skin. "Please don't... I beg you, be lighter ... please ... don't do it!" The man's strength was surprisingly strong, he enclosed her whole body. Tears slid down her alabaster face, she wept silently. Her struggle and tears are undoubtedly the best aphrodisiac for a man, his hot thin lips pressed down on hers, then down, into her snow white skin!

He gave me a look of pity and looked down at his hands to tell me the most shocking news I would ever receive. “Your girlfriend is the daughter of a mafia leader- the most notorious one in Italy. You should tell her what happened, for your safety” He advised. I didn’t know how to react to the news so I remained silent, staring at Stephen in bewilderment. I had assumed her parents were simple business people, not part of a mafia.

and then pause again, searching for the correct word. “OK! I know this is unusual for you, but a kiss is harmless. Plus, he didn’t take anything from you, did he?” he is an Italian hunk with a career in the medical field or in other words 'hot cake' in the dating market. Of course, it is harmless, even delightful for him “Of course, he did!!!” Sarah's sharp eyes lock at Mike.

This felt totally foreign to me but it felt amazingly good to me. “I caught you. So, what’s my reward?” I asked him demandingly in a sweet tone. He smiled coyly gazing at me and then, quickly pecked on my cheeks. “ This is your reward,” he said and he chuckled with his sweetest voice. I couldn’t help but smile back at him like I was cheated but in a sweetest way that could ever happen to me. Among all the cheats that had occurred to me, this was the most sweetest one and the one I loved the most.

I sat him down, asked what he wanted. “Don Salvatore asks about your decision on marriage to Adriana,” he said directly. “He wants an answer today.” I looked at him, thought about the alliance, about Denise needing stability, about Adriana saving her. “Yes,” I said. “I’ll marry her.” He smiled, shook my hand. “Don Salvatore will be pleased,” he said. “He suggests a meeting soon to plan.” I nodded, walked him out, felt the decision settle heavy but right. I went to Adriana’s room after, knocked, opened when she said come in. She sat on the bed reading a magazine, looked up, surprised.

"You wear the Cruz name like a bulletproof vest. You hide. But every so often, the armor cracks. I want what's underneath." I couldn't draw a full breath. "And what do you find there?" His hand caught my jaw. I tilted my head into his palm, a silent surrender. He didn't hesitate. He claimed my mouth, his tongue forcing its way past my lips with a slow, predatory intent. My knees went to water. I gripped his waist, fingers digging into the expensive fabric of his shirt to keep from sliding into the dirt. Santiago groaned, a low vibration in his chest, as he shoved me hard against the shed. He kissed me with a hunger that felt like an execution—final and absolute.

She knew that she would never forget this chance encounter, and she couldn't help but wonder if their paths would cross again. As she watched Lance walk away, she realized that she had just met her true love, but he was a Mafia Boss, and she was a simple woman, the biggest plot twist of her life. As Bella walked away from her chance encounter with Lance, her mind was racing. She couldn't believe what had just happened. A powerful Mafia Boss, who was feared by many, had saved her life and showed her a hint of kindness. She couldn't help but feel a sense of attraction towards him.

I felt his eyes on me, but I stared at his chest, taking in his three-piece tailored black suit. “We are gathered here today to witness the union of the Mafia boss and the Mafia princess.” the priest began, and everything else he said after that became muffled as I felt the pressure of too many eyes on me; it felt like I was suffocating on air. “Do you, Daisy Blackwood, take Lorenzo DeLuca as your lawfully wedded husband, to stand by him through sickness and health, through pain and gladness, for better and for worse till death do you part?” the officiant asked, making me let out a deep breath. There was no going back now.

His smile didn’t reach his eyes. She demanded to know who he was. He introduced himself as Damien Cross and walked into the office like he owned it. Marco instinctively reached for his gun, but Damien didn’t even glance at him. His full attention stayed on Elena as he offered her a deal that would guarantee her survival. She told him she didn’t need his help. Damien said she did. The Five Families would never accept a woman with no experience running territory this valuable. They would dissolve her holdings and kill her within a week. But if she married him, their families would merge. She would gain his protection and his army. He would gain half her territory.