Novel & Cerita Tempting The Mafia Twins

Anton swore under his harsh breath that Peter would regret his actions. No one had ever escaped from the clutches of the mafia twins. So Peter was a fool if he thought it was possible to run from them. Anton was vibrating, seething in anger as he put the room in disarray, throwing things across the wall. Blood filled his vision, and marred his rational thoughts because…the Red Kings had hurt his brother. Yesterday in the club there had been a crossfire. The Red Kings believed the twins had gotten Vera and hid her because their hunting for her was fruitless. In retaliation, they stormed the twins club themselves and struck.

he groaned and Mj laughed with her entire body as Jay’s face turned almost crimson. Moxie swung his thick mass of locks away from his face and grinned at Mj, “I came to warn ya sis, the twins been drinkin since yesterday, and they talkin bout how to serenade an assassin,” he mused and Mj rolled her eyes. As she was about to speak, the sound of wolves yipping and men laughing mingled together, pulling her attention away from her embracing brothers.

hurted by that mental comment but I knew it was true I almost jumped when I felt his hand on mine.. "You always knew..so why today..?"he asked softly I sighed.."I knew ..but I didn't want to believe.. until you say it with your own words" He gave me an intense stare .. though I didn't return it instead I looked away "So tell me Ahmed are you in the Mafia??" I asked looking at him He looked back.. his hazel eyes sunk into mine.. then he swallowed.., his Adam's apple moving up and down , for a minute I swooned

Nataliya Since taking over the Barsukov Russian mafia, I have gathered enough blood on my hands to paint the entire town in red. It hasn’t stopped me from killing more, washing this city clean of ever follower my father had allied himself with. Most people in this city know to fear me, to never touch me, even if most of them have no idea who I am. Most people have common sense, and those that don’t know to follow like sheep. I am a predator, a hunter, a cold-hearted killer. I have murdered most of my family in cold blood and even though I have cleansed this city of the evil that was ruling it for generations, I still came out as the villain. Men want to either fuck me, control me, or kill me

Mario shouts. “Enough posturing. Let’s all settle down. We can settle this like gentlemen. If I get what I want, the girl will be returned untouched. If I do not get what I want, I will either kill the girl or traffic her in Europe. Her virginity is quite valuable on the sex slave market.” I reply calmly, but with a hint of malice. “What are your demands?” Bobby asks. He sounds frustrated. “I want what belongs to me – the Bratva drug territory you stole from the Antonovich brothers.” I state firmly.

He knew her heart was already set on his brother. Everything was fine until the night their lives changed. That day, the twins stayed late at school, trying to avoid going home. Their father’s harsh voice still rang in their heads, reminding them how weak they were, how he had made his first kill at eight, and how they had yet to prove themselves worthy of being the Mafia heirs. When they finally decided to leave, they heard a muffled scream behind the auditorium. When they went to check, that was the first time Jairo met Emilia.

And now, they were asking him to lead. A new voice joined the conversation. A lanky wolf with spiked hair and nervous eyes stepped into the room, reeking of sweat and adrenaline. “They’re in. The twins followed the false lead into the east woods. We’ve got them surrounded.” “What?” Ethan stood up. “You did what?!” Jace grinned. “We laid a trap. One of our people posed as a freshman, fed them information about the drug and asked for help. They couldn’t resist. We've got them surrounded.”

Traditions were hard to break in the mafia and it took years, decades even, in some cases before certain laws were revisited and reversed but the death penalty for betrayal was something that would never change. Making promises wasn’t my thing and I made it a habit not to let myself overindulge when it comes to situations like these but when I saw the dejected look on Talia’s face, I couldn’t help myself but make sure I tried not to put her in that position. She wasn’t part of the mafia, she was my sex slave and nothing more but I wanted her to see what happens to people who go against my wishes. I knocked on her door and she opened it immediately and I made my way inside.

I told them knowing that was what they wanted to know. They nodded and thanked me. "Well, if we're done I should get going. It’s already afternoon and I have a lot to do," I said standing up. They all stood and bowed with me. Then, I walked out with Enzo. "We need to go check on the enterprises and you also have a meeting with the Americans," Enzo said and I nodded as we drove to one of my clubs. The Americans, as Lorenzo liked to refer to them, were our American arms dealers. They were Mike and Mark, forty year old twins who ran one of the biggest arms dealerships in the mafia world. I had an important meeting with them earlier today about the next shipment I plan to order.

he inquired. Mostafa shrugged. "The reports suggest she can never resist a fight. Provoke her. Strike one of them or do something to incite her. She will assume a fighting stance, revealing herself. Inject her then, and bring them both to me. Head out now. I want to see the identical twins here before tomorrow afternoon." LAST EPISODE OF SEASON FIVE. EPISODE 117: THE DARKEST HOUR. 💝💝CASTLE LORE, FLORIDA.💝💝