Taken By The Mafia Novels & Stories

When I settled in the car with Ivan, we grinned at each other. "Should have aimed for his head," Ivan said. I smirked. "I think the cane will suit him better than a missing ear." We laughed, freely for the first time in a long time. Mia I was sitting in mom's hospital room, the TV providing a dull background hum as I flipped through channels, trying to escape the weight of boredom and everything that had happened. Then a headline flashed across the screen, pulling me back to reality: Breaking News: Major Mafia Collapse—Volka Bratva Taken Down

She strapped the cock back on and fucked me slowly on the floor while the family watched, claiming me as her personal trophy in front of everyone. I came hard around the strap-on, moaning her name as my mind sank deeper into submission. The mafia had bought me. And I was already addicted to being their shared, broken, willing pet.

It turned out Ercole Muraro was connected to an Italian mafia and despite the game being a personal one, he was using his power to collect his debts. While Nek and her parents were being assaulted, Delfina and Caprice were struggling to not sob aloud. Ercole Muraro’s thugs went through the house looking for any and all valuables which might be used towards the million-dollar debt. What the thugs found were two women huddling together in a closet terrified. Dragged downstairs by their hair and thrown at Ercole’s feet, the elderly man stumbled backwards and then ordered his men to cease. He’d found what he wanted to take in exchange for the lives of Nek and Delfina’s parents.

Although I now have many for various circumstances, this was my first and only one. "This is the agreement that you endorsed. The terms are plain to see, as you can see. Antonio paid three million for you. You therefore became his property, and as a result, the mafia's property. Luca surrounded me and said, "You vanished for four years and, shockingly, he brought you back, offering you to me as a present. You are the property of whomever Antonio had decided to deliver you to, according to the deal. I took in what he said while I reviewed the contract on my own. He was accurate. I was now his and his mafia's property.

Lorenzo glared at Rafael. "What do you want?" He hissed, eyeing the two unfamiliar men in white overalls. Rafael smirked, "I'm here to reclaim what's mine. And also take what's yours." Lorenzo furrowed his eyebrows. "What do you mean?" He asked. Rafael chuckled, pulling out a cigar out of his pocket, lit it, then put it in his mouth. He inhaled the smoke. "Your family took what belonged to my family. The American Mafia. And now I'm here to take it back and also rule over the Italian Mafia." He said after he had puffed the smoke out his lungs.

The meeting continued. Leonard Kim, head of the Shadow Mafia in Italy, stood after a moment. He had that measured look, like every word was chosen for effect. “Sir Eric, the other mafia organizations in America are in chaos. Since those three major groups were arrested with heavy evidence from a government spy, they’ve been scrambling to find new alliances.” I set my phone aside and faced him. “Indeed.” “I think you should be careful,” he said, eyes looking at me. “Of course.”

The feeling when she said that Vincenzo is attracted to me. Was he really attracted to me? Or was she just imagining things. I sure would hope that he isn't. But then why did he kidnap me and call me his? I know what kind of men, the mafia leaders are. Everything is a game to them. They always want to win. They don't care about a family. Although the guys looks like they are brothers. They have each other's backs. That is what I respect about them. Vincenzo was attractive and I feel strange things when I am with him, but those feelings will go away with time. I can't end up with someone like him. He is a criminal, and I, all I want to have is a peaceful life, away from criminals drama.

The police had investigated and made them believe it was a normal accident that had led to her coma, and possibly to her death. But he knew that there was some one behind her death. Thankfully, the suspect has been discovered. "Who is that?" He asked. "Blake Shelton." "Who's that?" He inquired. "The rival mafia lord from Mexico. One of the most famous in the United States." "What does mother have to do with him?" "His group and mine were at war back then after I discovered he had ambushed a few of my men during a drug mission to Italy. I had to kill a large number of his men, so in order to pay back, he took your mother's life."

Isabella’s POV It was nice to have dinner with Papa, but of course, as soon as the topic of the DeMarcos came up, there was a huge fight. “I don’t understand in this day and age that you can’t barter for my freedom,” I voiced, crossing my arms. “It’s mafia tradition, Mia Stellina,” Papa replied. “The mafia is very steeped in tradition and values. There is even a mafia council in Italy with strict rules. If you go against the council, you can face severe penalties, including death.”

He had completely abandoned the affairs of the mafia. The underboss and Antonio joined forces to usurp his authority. One night, when he was dead drunk yet again, Jasper passed an alley and bumped into a few young people. They mugged him. Everything he owned that was worth anything was taken. He only held my photo tightly against his chest. The young men thought that it was a precious piece of jewelry, and they became greedy. They stabbed him several times. The Don, who had once ruled over the mafia, ended up dying in an unknown corner, all for a photo.