Tempting The Mafia Twins Novels & Stories

It was as if they have been handed the biggest treasure in the whole world. “You mean…” Verzi gushed, failing to fight the excitement. But he was wrong if he thought I was going to repeat that. Xander pursed his lips before silently stepping backward, trying to escape unnoticed. The twins didn’t even see, they were too busy going crazy over the idea of sleeping with me that they paid him zero attention.

They sent emissaries to seek our counsel, eager to learn the secret behind our newfound strength. We stood firm, our love a bastion against the chaos that threatened to consume us. The twins grew into their roles, their innocence a stark contrast to the world we had carved out for them. We taught them the art of diplomacy, the necessity of loyalty, and the importance of standing firm in the face of adversity. They were the promise of a brighter future, a world where love could exist without the shadow of the mafia's brutal hand. ---

"We can fabricate the evidence and make it look like it was Yvette who murdered her twin for the wealth, to pretend to Mrs. Smith, so she could have the lavish life she truly wants. She’s an orphan, and I found out that she was mistreated by the poor parents who adopted her and soon died as well. We can add that she’s envious of her twin, and she came back pretending to be Mrs. Smith because it’s part of her plan so she could experience a life she truly wants." Irish brows knitted She remained speechless, but she wouldn’t lie to herself and say that Sofia’s ideas made sense. This bitch makes sense. But I know how much she likes Clyde. Does she really think I will let her have her even though

He didn’t know what she was up to but he wanted to bring her in safely for questioning before something bad happened to her. He knew what it was like to lose a sibling and he didn’t wish that on anyone, much less Tabby. If Tremaine had been suspicious enough of his activities last night and looked hard enough, he might have a source inside the FBI that had ratted Steele out. Being a mafia boss meant money and money meant bribes. He just wouldn't know the answer until he was able to see Tremaine. He'd know if he could just get in the same room with him.

He was driven straight to his quartenage where he would have his brother brought in. The majesty and the radiance of the towering estate shone through the expanse of the clouds. They approached the boundaries and the women beheld the glorious spectacle. The mafia lord was rich, obscenely rich. It was clear that this was his home, away from the demons of his alter ego.

"Can you believe that I almost seduced his twin instead? I didn't even know he had a twin!" Monique let out a loud gasp and she was all over me in a second, inspecting me from head to toe. "Are you okay?! Did he hurt you? Did he...?" She trailed off and my eyes widened. "No! He didn't hurt me and he didn't do anything to me." I answered, almost defensively and she sighed in relief. "That man is dangerous, Beth. Uriah King is the next in line to lead a dangerous Mafia clan of which his Uncle is the current leader. They kill innocent people and they do so many bad things."

His voice is sickening. I close my eyes to gulp down my anger.Dimitri is one of the biggest asshole I ever met,he is quite similar with Adrian if I put the werewolf identity aside. "I want to finish Italians and their dominance in trade.Believe me Dimitri all the mafias in both Europe and America are on my side to destroy a common enemy for a collective profit. What do you say?"I play my first trick. Silence is all I receive from his side but moans of a women in background. No doubt he rots most of the time in his private brothel.

The night was still young, the ballroom still alive with laughter and music. But I felt new. Nothing about me was the same. Dante had done this. He had made my skin tingle, my nipples harden, my breathing hitch and still made me want much more. As I turned to step back inside, I caught Dante's gaze one last time. His eyes held mine for a few seconds. They weren't cold anymore, not right now. The mafia prince vanished. All I saw now was the dashing grey-eyed boy from Nevada stared back at me. He looked at me with an agonizing mix of want and fury, a look that said he wanted to swallow me whole, yet hated himself for wanting that. My throat was dry and scratchy as I stared at him in the suffoc

“Come. There’s someone I want you to meet.” He guides me through the glittering crowd with effortless authority. People part for us instinctively, eyes lingering on me with a mix of curiosity and envy. We stop in front of a tall, silver-haired man in an impeccably tailored navy suit, his posture radiating old-world power, and beside him a dazzling young man with dark hair in thick braids that fall on his shoulders. “Don Martinez,” Valentino says smoothly, “head of the Las Vegas branch of the Camorra, and his Godson, Carnage. Don, this is my wife, Nooria Delucca.”

Dante looked at me, then looked at Roman, who simply nodded once. "As you wish, Mrs. Falcone," Dante murmured, turning toward the heavy oak double doors. He pushed them open with a slow, dramatic creak. The loud, boisterous chatter of twelve armed mafia bosses instantly fell into a dead, suffocating silence. Every single head at the twenty-foot mahogany table turned to look at us. Their eyes were cold, calculating, and filled with a thick, physical contempt as they stared at my rounded stomach. They saw a victim.