Taken By The Mafia Novels & Stories

"Sophia believes you will marry after she finishes school. Mafia law states that a Capo should be offered the purest of females, both in blood and virtue." I laughed in surprise. She read our code book. Where did she even get one? "Yes, but it is just an offering. One I don't plan on taking. Tommy told Sophia they had to wait until after school. She thinks that is true for me too. Despite me sending her away, her father drills it in her head that she is the best choice and that I will eventually take her as my wife. As far as mafia code, that was written centuries ago. It is like the Bible. Christians don't run around whipping their disobedient wives, do they? It isn't to be taken literally

Ethan would strangle me if he came to know, I stepped out without his permission. " I will not inform Mick. It's time to have fun on our own, only girls. " she smiled and ignited the car. " We should inform them at least. " I didn't like her idea of going out without informing them. It was night time and we could be trapped in any problem. After all our husband are mafia,

The outside world faded away as I delved into the intricate web of alliances, deals, and power struggles that defined my existence. Minutes turned into hours as I meticulously reviewed financial reports, analyzed rival activities, and strategized my next moves. My focus was unwavering, the anger that had consumed me earlier now channeled into the pursuit of dominance and control over the criminal underworld. The business of the mafia required cold calculation, and I was determined to ensure the safety and prosperity of my organization, regardless of personal distractions.

Tommaso I blinked and walked around the bench to sit on the other end. I’d debated the pond for a long time, thinking it might be hard to maintain, but the breeze and the wildlife made Paige’s question feel a little less lonely in the quiet. “What do you mean, why?” I asked. She threw her hands up then pulled the coat close again. “I mean, you’re in the mafia. A new crime lord, or Killian’s new crime lord, or what the hell ever.”

Lavender: The way he rushed at me, I expected him to kill me on the spot. He grabbed my hair from the back of my head while I cried, terrified that he was planning something so vicious against Nikon. I was also afraid, what if the Mafia actually accepted his deal? I mean, they would. And what if the FBI accepted it too? Which they would. Why wouldn’t they? Why would they care about Nikon? It wasn’t like he was someone they held dear. He was just a tool to get to the shady Mafia business.

"Is he dead? Is my father dead?" "No. He was taken and will be returned after you wed Fabian Belucci." "Who took my daddy?" My tears spilled. She wiped them with her thumbs. "Tell me! Let's go to the police! Why are we not going to the police?" "Mija, these people own the police. Your father was taken by the Mafia." Dio! Chris and Frank were right. I am a Mafia bride! "They came in the middle of the night... a dozen armed men. They beat up anyone who got in the way and took Giovanni. I don't know whether you understand this mija but you are a Mafia Bride. You can't run away from it. The only way out is if we all die. If that happens, we will be free but everyt

Chapter 30: You were raped? She was beyond scared. She had been kidnapped with many other girls. One day she had been picking vegetable with her mother at the market the next thing she was being taken away. Even with crying and screaming, the villagers watched seventeen year old Mila Rivera being taken away but no one would dare fight not even her mother or her father. They knew Tiberio Molinero the Mafia king at the time didn't spare anyone's life. They knew this was coming.

"No kidding." He ignored my sarcasm, remaining impassive. "The Russian mafia wants to take over our property in New York. They’re expanding too fast, eliminating competitors, claiming new territories. They’re cutting old deals and establishing new ones—on their own terms. Luigi Romano is caught in the middle of it." I swallowed hard, feeling a knot form in my stomach.

"You don't want my answers, bella. Once you have them, you'll never sleep again... or I might have to actually kill you." It's a warning wrapped in velvet with a nice shiny bow on top, but I don't flinch. Not this time. I swallow nervously but I meet him head-on and ask the question anyway. "Is this the mafia?" I hate how my voice shakes and how he stares blankly up at me like he's surprised I had the guts to say it out loud. Like maybe he was hoping I'd stay in the dark a little longer. He doesn't blink. He doesn't look away. He holds my gaze. "Yes."

“Didn’t I told you to stay away from him?” ……….. “DID I NOT ELLA?” ……Ahhhhhhhhh yes dad. “Then why the f*ck did you go with him!” it wasn’t a question. He knows everything. But how? I didn’t even tell them anything yet. “I think you are forgetting something little miss; I was the American mafia leader before that kid.” I was blank. How can I forget I’m dealing with mafia men? Urghhhhhhhhhh my life! “I asked you something! Why the f*ck did you go with him. When I clearly told you not to?”