Terjerat Cinta Sang Mafia Novels & Stories

I was grateful to our parents, for the Mafia's Arranged Love. --- The End --- A/N: So... that was it. Thank you for loving my story. My other works here: 1) Love Of The Mafia King (Ruby & Vexon's story) 2) The Extrovert Weds The Introvert (Blaze & Diva's story) 3) The Secret Of My Boss (Aria & Zaiden's story) 4) The Vampire Potion (Alexander & Becca's story)

Lanie screamed loudly letting the tears fall "Lavina_" "Melanie it ain't my fault. Lewis is no good for you. He's a mafia_" "I don't fûcking care. I don't give a flying fûck. To hell if he's a mafia. I love him and that's it. I fûcking love him! You keep saying he doesn't deserve me. No one even deserves me. Am a prøstuite, sèx worker,a fûcking sëx toy! I'll Cut the shît short,am a whôre; But he still loved me. Lewis still loved me. He let me keep the baby,he let me bare his child. He never minded the name calling or my reputation. Lewis fûcking loved and cared for me! Lavina I don't care what people or you think bout that. I Love Lewis that's all I know. So screw the fact, fûck the shits. I

His annoyed expression and angry tone made Rachel flinch and she moved back. "Sorry…. Maybe I am overthinking." Rachel apologized for doubting her 'loyal' boyfriend. Turning his back from her he continued, "I and my team have been after Vincenzo Siemens for two years. Every time we fail by an inch. Somehow that bloody arrogant mafia wins. I want him to be behind the bars and this has become my craze. I don’t care about my life anymore.” Hearing the last sentence, Rachel hugged Andrew from the back. “Your life matters to me. A lot.”

It tainted his reputation as the members of the Five Families spread rumors about it. They said he’s getting weak and putting the future of the organization in danger. He couldn’t care less of how they think of him at the moment. He just wanted to punish everyone who orchestrated that plan, especially that woman who dared lay her filthy hands on him. Women are nothing but playthings. They are incapable of doing anything rather than displaying their huge tits and pretty face. Terrence is preparing for the interrogation. He put on the scorpion mask and took his gun out of the drawer. He was about to go out when his in-ear monitor beeped.

Max was my head assistant for a reason; he wasn’t afraid to talk real thoughts to me—which was a rare trait in my line of work, and I respected him for it. He met my eyes directly, not wavering in his intensity for a second. “Sir, surrogacy is a complicated ordeal for everyone involved.” He said slowly, choosing his words cleverly. If you have some kind of affection or interests for her, I don't recommend…” I let out a short mocking laugh at the thought that my decision had anything to do with affection. Only in the world of mafia would people so naturally assume that choosing Harper as my surrogate meant any kind of affection or interestz

I said "Arora" dad said "You're going to quit and stop seeing him," Felix said "Are you fucking serious right now?" I asked him "I won't let you get hurt again," Dad said "You say that but yet if you do this you'd not only hurt me you'll hurt my daughter," I said "We're trying to protect you he's in the fucking mafia. The strongest mafia!" Dad said "My fucking soul. You're in the mafia! You actually thought I'm an idiot? You are the Don of the Italian mafia Dad. They keep hunting us because you are the head. Mom died because of this stupid mafia!" I yelled

I was about to step into the room when Candice ran out, so I instantly grabbed her. "Ice?" Candice said before hugging me. "Ice, take me with you." I don't want to live here. "God, I don't want to be a member of them." Candice is speaking in a very low voice. I quickly knew what she was talking about. Yet I still don't want to interrupt. If she hates her family now that she knows why her father died, she will hate me too if she finds out that I am part of it. a mafia group member. a group where different illegal things are done just for money.

It seemed impossible, yet here she was, held captive and used as bait. She leaned closer to the door, straining to hear as much as she could. The men outside were speaking Italian, and though she didn't understand all of the words, she could make out some key phrases. "...mafia...don Marko..." "...from the Italian mafia..." Her heart hammered as she tried to absorb this new information. So, Marko was involved with the Italian mafia? That would explain some things, but it also filled her with more dread.

She didn’t need to know that I love Huracio and I am unwilling to leave his side. “Plus, he is Mafia. I will rather not offend him.” Emilia mumbled. She seemed to be relieved by my decision. “As long as you pretend not to know anything, you will be fine.” I reassured her. “What about you? He will definitely find out that you came here. He will know you took this.” She gave the file a pointed look. “I know.” I shrugged. “He will not hurt me.” “Are you sure? If what Helena said is true,…”

It resonated with the pain I was feeling in my heart, the way it was sinking and shattering. He threw me to the side and I stumbled back. “I don’t need to hurt you. I don’t need to fucking do anything. You betrayed me, Isabelle and now you’re gonna get what you deserve. Not by me, but the mafia. I announce that you’re to be punished by the laws of this mafia as a traitor.” A sob escaped my mouth as he looked at me with hatred. He left the room as I broke down again, my knees giving up as I fell to the ground. I had never seen so much hatred in anyone—never felt anyone hate me so much as much as he did.