Novel & Cerita Taken By The Mafia Lord

They didn’t give a shit about me or Sarah or this mess. They were just waiting — waiting to see if the great Marco De Luca would finally snap and give them the show they were hungry for. I clenched my fists in my pockets, nails biting into my palms. If I gave in — if I so much as twitched in front of them — they’d print that headline too. ‘The Mafia Heir Spirals Out of Control.’ ‘De Luca Legacy: Rotten to the Core.’ I could already see the fucking words plastered across tomorrow’s papers.

I chuckled in an attempt to lighten the mood but I could still feel the tension lingering, “I’m never going to—” “But I’ll do something, I might have even done it and you’re going to be convinced that leaving me will be the right decision but please, Maeve Hawthorn, promise me you won’t.” He added. I swallowed, cold chills running down my spine as I searched his eyes for reasons and answers but as usual, there wasn’t a single thing in his eyes that I could put my fingers on. This man, this feared mafia boss, the one people whispered about in the shadows and ran from in broad daylight, the man whose name no one could dare to mention for fear of invoking his wrath.

It was dried blood. Silence spread through out the room like a wild fire, a cloud of uncertainty in the air as I took in the details of the letter. My eyes widened and my anger surged at a rapid pace, "What rubbish is this!? How dare this fucker!?" I thundered. Luca took the letter from my hand and read it before showing it to the rest of the team. It was from The Ghost, that annoying coward that keeps hiding in the shadows! "Your mafia will crumble Emilio. Only one mafia rules Europe. And that's mine. Until we meet at the gates of hell" Alessio read it out.

It was not that I didn't trust Sam but I just had to be careful. "He's a Mafia Lord Mariana, Margot's boss. The most feared man in the whole of New York City. I get the fact that he is hot as fuck and totally edible but he's not someone to be trifled with." I wanted to find out more about Lorenzo,his past and how he got here. How he became who he was today. "How did he get to be a Mafia Lord. Was it inherited or something?" "Inherited!" Samantha laughed out loud. "Why would you say that?"

They took out their penises from their pants and pointed them at Harry's helpless body. “Arrrggghhh!!” Harry immediately screamed in pain when the mafia members did something he had never imagined before. His wounds became even more painful, even more painful than before. He continued to howl in pain, his body shaking violently. Slowly, his vision began to darken. “You're going to die, you stupid traitor!” said one of the mafia members, making the others laugh with satisfaction. They were going to prolong this old man's hell. ***** Meanwhile, Jefford, the leader of the Black Wolf mafia, was focused on staring at the photo of a wolf on the wall in front of him. It was an alpha wolf, symbolizi

I asked, lifting my glass, “what brought you to town?” “I’ve got a job,” he said casually, downing his drink. “A drug lord who doesn’t listen.” I chuckled lightly. “Sounds like you.” “I don’t ask too many questions. I just do what I’m told.” I nodded. Then my tone shifted. “I’ll need your help soon.” He didn’t hesitate. “You never need to ask.” I leaned in slightly. “The mafia lord’s daughter… she’s alive.” The shock on his face was instant. His brows shot up before he burst into laughter. “You’re joking. No one survived that crash.”

The uncomfortable chair and cheap table didn’t bother him as much as the thoughts running through his head. Armani del Rossi was no ordinary man. He ruled his world from the shadows, the name “Del Rossi” whispered with fear and reverence across continents. He was a mafia lord—a ruthless, calculating figure who commanded loyalty through power and fear. Possession was his creed. Control was his doctrine. And anything he wanted, he took.

Sophia Antonio had captivated him and he wasn’t a man accustomed to wanting without taking. He would have her, and he would own her. Crazy? Yes, that is exactly who is he. A crazy mafia lord who took possession of everything that he desired.

“As expected of a mafia boss. Name the price, then. I’ll see if I can fulfill it.” At the back of my head, I was hoping it wouldn’t be illegal, but what was I thinking? I was bargaining with a mafia boss! “Well, to start off, let go of the trophy,” he stated, slightly lifting his chin up. I bit the inside of my cheek. Fuck. I didn’t want to do that just yet. I wanted to remain cautious. I wanted to stay in control. However, before I could even choose what path to take, he turned the tables on me. He swiped the glass trophy from my hand, pushed me backward and pinned me down the mattress. He was on top of me in the next second.

Vanessa’s pov: Dominic smiled as he looked at me, “she”he said and the guys turned to me to finally notice my presence. “Who the hell is her boss?You can have any girl you want after all you are the mafia lord. No one dares to defy you, even the law is afraid of you.” The guy with blonde hair said sternly. What? Ohh my God,what did I just hear? Mafia lord oh no God please help me,I cried within myself. No wonder the guards,no wonder he was not afraid to kill a soul. What have my parents done?