Terjerat Cinta Sang Mafia Novels & Stories

“You are late, I've been waiting for close an hour now.” “Sorry about that love,” Javier Bezzio said, the great Italian mafia leader. “I've missed you so much.” “Me too,” we went for a deeper kiss and ended up on the bed. I was about taking my clothes off and getting ready for a steamy round of sex, but then he suddenly pulled down my clothes and sat me straight. “You said it was urgent Nina, what about it?”

She was so tired that before she knew here legs gave out under her and she fell to the ground. Meanwhile at the Francesco mansion, Marco was livid because he found out his partner in crime, Giovanni had been working with the Russian mafia underboss, leaking information and was going to kill him. One of his men came to him that they had caught him when he was about to flee the country and they had tied him up in the chair at the usual spot. (The spot was were they kept traitors who were going to die, which was close to the ocean bank where no one will hear when he shot them, not that he cared)

"It's not something I'm interested in." Despite her nonchalant tone, I could sense the strain beneath the surface. Part of me wanted to press, to demand the truth. But another part, a more patient one, knew that forcing it wouldn't yield results. The information I needed would come, eventually. Perhaps from her, when she was ready. Perhaps from the men tailing us, once I had them singing a different tune. Just as I was about to break the silence with a neutral topic, Mia surprised me. "I've told you before, I hate the mafia, right?" she said, her voice laced with a raw emotion that sent shivers down my spine. "Everything they stand for, the violence, the control… I hate it all."

Not relief — something more complicated than relief. "That's the part that makes it hard," I said. "If he were simply terrible it would be easier. If this were simply captivity — if there were no library, no midnight conversations, no—" I stopped. "It would be easier to hate it cleanly." "Yes," Mara said. "It would." "Instead it's—" I searched for the word. "Human," she said. I looked at her. "It's human," she repeated. "Complicated and contradictory and impossible to file into a clean category. That's not a weakness in you, Lena. That's just what it is."

I breathed out before a tear slipped out of my eyes. “You think I don’t regret ever sleeping with him.” “I know you do and no maters what you do, the mafia is in me as much as it’s in you, you are a part of this mess too, the mess you created them pushed me away to have a good life with your lover, you didn’t even care if I am going to be hurt, you didn’t even far did I would not be happy, you didn’t care if I would be in a family here I am hated, all you cared about was that, you wanted me to leave, you need to learn to fight and not run away and I am going to fight until they are all dead because it’s either us or them and I chooses us, I choose us to have a good life, I choose us to be h

Jeremy sped off in his car, heading to work. His eyes flickered to his phone screen once more, hoping for a message from Isla, but nothing. ‘Did she know he was in the mafia before?’ The thought gnawed at him. He shook his head, refocusing on the road. He remembered clearly how much Isla despised the mafia when they were together. She never held back her disgust, always speaking about them with pure contempt. He had often wondered why, but she never gave him an answer. Sure, everyone knew the mafia was powerful, ruthless, and knee-deep in illegal business, but Isla’s hatred ran deeper. It was personal. And he knew that.

“He’s so sweet.” Terzo laughed. “People have portrayed the mafia like me in movies as murderers and dangerous. I am still dangerous, but I already have a heart, and I love my family more than anything in this world, Piper. I still have enemies here and there, but if they touch the hair of one of my people, I will unleash the beast inside me, and they won’t see it coming.” Piper and I swallowed hard before Terzo and Dani laughed. “Relax. I’m merely giving you a scenario,” Terzo added.

I turned and rushed back inside the door. He had changed his habits and behaviour toward me a lot. He tried to be a good person to me. He genuinely cared for me. He threatened me that he did not want a single tear in my eyes. He apologised for forcing me to marry him. He would be seething with anger and still would pass his smile to me. I had heard mom saying he had been crueller to people than before. He had wiped away more than half the men of the south mafia. He was badly craving to have Maya back to kill her. She was also one of the killers of his brother. Tears rolled down my cheeks. I reached the balcony and stared out.

She concluded then started the punishment She started whipping me and damn it hurt really bad "Please" I whimper in tears She landed another one me, this time more harder ""Ahhhhhh" I screamed in pains and agony "I'm tired of whipping, bring her down i need to exercise my arm" She said sitting on a chair I was brought down and fell down weakly, my whole body aches from the whipping I was made to kneal opposite her, she smiled after I was opposite her "I hate desperate bitch like you, I so much hate it when someone look down on me, listen here baby girl, this is the Casanova family, we're the SJH mafia gang, do you ever wonder the full mafia name"

he yelled angrily. I just shook my head and inhaled deeply. Tears welled up in my eyes as a result of how painfully he said it. I bite my lower lip to keep my sobs from escaping. Every day, Axel is confronted with the fact that he cannot reciprocate my love for him because he loves Stella so much, but why, it's still so painful and my body refuses to give up in the hope that he will love me, not as a friend, but as a woman to love more than Stella.