Taken By The Mafia นิยาย & เรื่องราว

That was what I was. And Enzo kissed the hypocrite softly and passionately, like broken glass he needed to fix. I had a dead ex-husband, a sick son. Of course, I was broken glass. But he was Enzo Moretti, mafia gang leader, owner of a dynasty, and the top boss of the biggest drug cartel in New York. And I was staining his record. He had some political interests to meet and I was dragging him into mud by being with him. Enzo’s lips brushed mine as we took a breather, not full but not starving anymore. At that moment, with Enzo rubbing my skin and staring at me with love, I imagined this being the last time I got to hold him.

I never meant to leave her immediately after taking her virginity all those years ago, but my time in the outside world was coming to an end, as my responsibilities to my family were only growing. Now, I was the head of the Russian mafia in California, I could have any woman in my bed whenever I wanted, so why was I pining over her like a lost puppy after just one encounter? Sure, I felt guilty when I though about my actions towards Amaya, but that didn't automatically make me a good man. I didn't get to where I was by being soft or beating myself up for past mistakes, because that was all I allowed myself to think of her as, a mistake. She was a factor I never expected to come into play, an

He could make a kid pee in his pants just by his looks. "....I am sure that he will not be distracted by girls anymore. He will stay with his girl even after taking my position of next Capo" his lip twitched. His smile is more dangerous than Xaphan's. I stood up as I couldn't take it anymore. The only thing that was going on in my mind was that the man who is going to marry me is in Mafia! Mafia means drugs, blood, guns, murders. How could I marry a man whose profession is a crime? How would he spare my family when they don't hesitate in killing their own family members for their selfish motives.

“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.

Not a single sound or cough out of her. Micah chuckled. “You work for the Italian Mafia, correct? You recently shut down some vampires trafficking drugs to humans?” “Yeah. Their drugs fucked with the humans in ways that was calling attention to the drug and what was in it. It also made their blood undrinkable, rendering the humans worthless. Doesn’t matter if you’re vampires, humans, or werewolves. You cross the mafia and try to make money out of businesses we have our hands in without permission, shit happens.” I took another drag and fed it to Auri again, her head still back as I held her chain tight. I had to fucking sell it and I hated every minute of it. She was starting to relax in my

Don't know where I am going to take this girl. Each and every building's lights were close as I saw them, passing through my car. Every living being was swallowed in deep sleep. But the dogs, what's wrong with the dogs, that they are giving a loud cry. They are the only individuals present, who are making me feel that life on earth is still prevailing. My car is a black coloured Toyota, I had to buy it when I got lots of money from selling the cocaine packets to an international smuggling gang. I was in the middle of the race towards my destination, the place where I was about to take her, kidnap her, it's my place.

Seven? “Thank you,” she replied, flashing me a weak smile. “It’s a tough business, the mafia.” I wanted to know more, but I didn’t want to push. “I’m sure it is.” I’d heard horror stories about the mafia. Shootings and stabbings seemed to be common place. The mafia was notorious for hitmen, werewolves willing to kill a target for money. And I assumed the Santonio family, as one of the biggest mafia around, had a TON of hit men.

I would send her and Siri somewhere far away, with personal security guards. I had heard of people getting in bad with the mafia, and they were usually forced to shave points or even ended up dead of overdoses, regardless of their sobriety. “Don’t panic until they cash in, kid. Maybe they will forget about it.” He said, and I shook my head. That wasn’t likely. “Just take the little win that Rob is being dealt with and keep the fucking mafia away from my family!”

I sneered, hiding the dessert bag away before he could steal more from the bag. Marcelo laughed, it was the most humourous laugh I have ever heard. He took a large bite of the cupcake and licked his lips. Smiling wickedly. "You really think being in the Mafia doesn't involve stealing, abduction, and all the good stuff?" "It's funny when you said the word 'abduction' with a straight face." I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "And who the fuck say those are good stuff?" "The Marino brothers." He shrugged, grinning.

His slender fingers grabbed my chin with so much force that my eyes teared up from the pain. "Don't forget that I'm the Don of the Marinos, Mia. I have many ways of making a person vanish into thin air in Micosa. Do you want to experience it?" This was the mafia's logic. It was their version of Quid Pro Quo. Once they gave a person something, they thought it would give them the right to take everything they could from the person. "You'll regret this, Ernest," I said slowly with clenched teeth. Ernest reacted as if he had just heard a joke. He let go of his grasp and instructed the bodyguards in black standing guard at the door.