Temptress Hair Mafia Novels & Stories

" I'm happy for you, Ize. I hope you two work out. " DeLuca won't allow it... "What are we going to do to you, darling?" The hairdresser approached, interrupting us. I looked at myself in the mirror and didn't recognize myself. Who was Emma standing in front of me now? The wife of a mobster, a girl who only wanted to save her father and ended up sleeping with this mobster. Who I was. I didn't know. So I decided that change would be good. "I think I'd like to change my hair a bit, go brown. Something like that, and cut it a bit.

Once Ari was all dressed up, she proceeded to her dressing table to apply a little makeup and style her hair. Ari planned to have a badass makeover transformation, to the extent that even the people that knew her would find it hard to recognize her. But she wasn't able to achieve something close because of lack of time. Alexander Clay was undoubtedly into blondes so Ari dyed her hair. She specifically went for dark blonde and it fitted her well. Once she was done putting up her hair in a high ponytail, she looked into the mirror and smiled at her reflection. She looked prettier than she had imagined and she looked a little different from her usual self. She was sure people that didn't know h

she mused, brushing my curly auburn strands. Gazing at our reflection in the mirror before us, I studied Maria as she dutifully ran her comb through my hair. Maria was pretty. If she let her hair down and dressed casually instead of in a maid’s uniform, she could look so much better. Her black hair was always held up in a tight bun, and as I regarded her, an idea suddenly struck my head. “Why do you always wear your hair up?” I asked her, trying to keep my tone as casual as possible.

I slammed my fists on the steering wheel, the horn blaring out in rage. Veins were popping on my forehead, jaw clenched so tight at the thought of my fucking allies kidnapping Araceli. Shit. This is what the mafia does — these fuckers use wives, mothers, children to bring us to our knees. But Araceli alone is fucking enough to destroy me. I don’t want a single strand of her hair missing. Shit— I will kill the motherfucker and peel off his skin so slowly he’d beg for his own fucking death.

“Come on, quickly.” I frown but with tentative movements do as he says, now facing the cockpit to my left. “Should I be worried?” I mumble to myself. To my surprise, his fingers comb through my hair, shooting waves of static down my scalp. A silly grin fights to make its way across my mouth as soon as I realize what he is truly doing. Vladimir Perazzo, the scary crime boss of Venice is braiding my hair. “If someone saw you like this right now, I’m afraid they might stop taking you seriously, like ever,” I grin too fondly, knowing he couldn’t see me this way.

Satisfied with washing her skin she turn on the shower allowing the cool water dribble from her hair down to her skin . Opening the liquid body wash she applied a large quantity on her long thick hair , this was the second time she was letting it down without fear of caution . Master Lugard never allowed ladies in the mob to let their hair down except Amelia his sex toy ,all the Ladies had their hair tied up if any one was caught let she's at the risk of being bald . She knew she was on the road to freedom ,her hair let down for more than five minutes was one sign to freedom . She washed it off quickly before strapping the robe around her body , she blew her hair dry before settling into her

I staggered backward, my back hitting the walk behind as I panted heavily. That name—Moretti—shouldn’t have been said in front of me. Whether he was the Moretti being referred to or not. “That’s him. The devil that caused your near-death.” Freya’s voice sliced through my thoughts. I turned toward the TV. Dante’s face filled the screen. He looked impossibly handsome, that smug smile everyone adored. Sienna showed up behind him, a smile on her face too. My stomach clenched as hate rose hot and bitter.

she scoffed. "Boss is someone who tends to keep his emotions to himself. I joined the clan at a very young age, so I know a few things about him. He would rather push you away from him, and he might never be able to express how he feels." Snow looked at her," Why?" she asked in a very soft tone. "I think it's time to tell you this," Melissa muttered. Snow gave her full attention. "The boss is under a contract. An agreement that sealed his fate, crowning him as one true emperor of the Italian mafia, united with an iron fist," Melissa said, which got Snow staring at her, trying hard to make meaning out of it, but her brain couldn't process it.

Of devil red lips tilted up in a smirk and velvety soft skin under my fingertips. I don’t know why I suddenly remembered that woman from the party…of her, I will think again later, once I had dealt with the current problem. That temptress belonged to silken sheets and utmost luxuries, her body trembling in pleasure underneath mine. But not the woman who dared to hurt my men. Whoever she was, needed to be taught a lesson. Because I was Capo dei capi for a reason. I showed no mercy for friends or foes. And if this woman thought she could get away after messing with my famiglia, she had another thing coming for her.

Well I guess they are really rich being part of the fucking mafia I thought to myself. I grabbed some sweatpants and a t-shirt along with underwear and made my way to the bathroom to take a shower before dinner. Stepping in the shower I let the warm water soothe my tense muscles. Never in my life did I think I will be a part of the fucking mafia. I din't want to be I just wanted to live my life in peace, go to college and get a degree and find work so I can live. But now my life is unknown I don't know what awaits me and what is going to happen. I don't have a choice I must do as they say until I'm eighteen and can go my own way. After washing my hair and body I got out and got dressed i tow