Taken By The Mafia Lord Novels & Stories

'Master said I should bring you some food " she said as she dropped the food on the bed . she turned to leave but I stopped her . "please help me " I said but she refused to say a word . "please I need to get home " I begged her , tears filling my eyes. "sorry i can't help you , because nobody can leave the mafia once you are in "she said and left before I could say anything I couldn't believe my ears , the mafia ? I am screwed , how the hell did I get myself into this mess ? I thought as tears streamed down freely down my face.

She gives me a weak smile, "so you see, whatever that man did to you, it's probably nothing compared to this " I wanted to tell her that she's wrong, that Samuel was a ruthless Mafia who has shed a lot of innocent blood and would most likely kill me if he ever catches me but I don't even know how to put the words together. Do I tell her that I was taken against my will by this insanely gorgeous Mafia man?

The tattoo. It was a small, faint design, but I recognized it immediately. A jagged dagger inked just above the bone, paired with an expensive gold watch that gleamed even in the grainy footage. No. No, no, no. It was him. The man I had seen a month ago. The same man I had positively identified after long hours of squinting at grainy security camera footage. The same man who had been dragged, or rather, should have been dragged, into questioning for the brutal mafia murder back in Northvale.

“I don’t like him, but we stand for our own in the underworld, so I agree to help him.” “Imagine my shock when Cameron tells us you’ve been kidnapped and Aren’s name pops up.” I close my eyes, hoping the steady beep of the machine doesn’t lure me under. “That’s everything; you can ask your questions now.” It takes a few seconds for anyone to speak, but I know Marcos will be first. “You tell us a bit about the Mafia side, but you don’t elaborate, leaving us to think you’re on the surface. You call a freaking Mafia lord in front of us, interacting with him like you’re besties.”

And by gaining an alliance, that is getting their daughter married off to Marco. That was why Marco always kept them at a safe distance each time they came across him. He had been keen to distance himself from them, no matter how hard they tried to get closer to him. Tonight happened to be the grand gathering of all mafia lords in the city, and he had to attend with no other choice. It was like a mandatory event for them all. Just then, Dante’s voice pulled out of his train of thought. “ I heard the Salvador princess returned from the military today,” he mumbled.

He was a ruthless mafia lord at such a young age. I took hesitant steps towards him, stopping when he ordered, "Stop!" "Now listen to me, lassie," he began, his tone commanding. I lowered my head, swallowing hard, ready to absorb his words. "Whatever we have between us will be nothing more than a business arrangement, though I still get to have my way with you whenever I want.." Draco said, chuckling. "Once I take over your mafia, I'll banish you from this place for good. We have nothing in common, and I doubt we ever will. Don't expect anything from me except a good fuck." His words cut through my heart, shattering it into countless pieces, but I couldn't afford to break down now.

"You touched what belongs to me. You tried to take something that was never yours to take. And now you're here to face the consequences of your actions." Mark sneered, spitting blood on the ground. "What are you talking about? I didn't touch anyone!" he lied, trying to salvage whatever shreds of dignity he had left. Dmitry's cold, eyes bored into him, and Mark felt a chill run down his spine. The Russian mafia lord reached out, gripping his chin roughly and forcing him to look up.

My back hurts a lot as I have sat for most of the night staring into the night. I moved to the window and stood in front of it. I looked down. It was genuinely high. If my plan to take my life had been realized yesterday, I would probably be looking down from a much higher place. I heaved a sigh as I watched the bursting city. Soon, the door opened, and two men stepped in. They wore black all through, from jackets to trousers and gloves. I knew immediately that they were Bruno's men. I didn't have to overthink what he did, as all mafia lords usually did the same illegal business.

Content with the transaction, the leading mafia man affectionately pats my trembling shoulder and announces, "Congratulations, little wolf. Your unit is officially cleared to go home." The moment his claws release my arms, my brain still seems completely disoriented. Is my body truly free to clear this death zone? The mafia boss calls out to my boots, his hand gesturing toward the silent figure of Chika, who still stands perfectly upright under his hood. "He is your elder brother, boy. If your clumsy wolf hadn't messed with the loan shark networks, our platoon wouldn't have executed his abduction at all. What final words does your mouth have to say to his face?"

The large long doors opened and Mawthie entered, dragging along with him the little girl he had captured from the operation that night. Lord Lucario watched as the little girl fought relentlessly to free herself from his grip as she was dragged along. He walked up to the mafia Lord and took a stand right in front of him, then bowed. "My Lord", he said, and left the girl, then took his arms behind him. "Speak", Lord Lucario ordered. "This little girl was found during the operation lurking around the scene, I have brought her to you", he said. Lord Lucario snorted, then puffed out some smoke.