The Italian Obsession Novels & Stories

An unsettling sensation of being observed persisted within my consciousness. The journalist. My encounters with her remained nonexistent while an unsettling feeling persisted within me. What did she want? Which entity dispatched her? Was it Mira? The necessity of Mira's involvement became undeniable. The only possible motivation for anyone to trail my movements was their desire to uncover scandalous information. If she excavated with sufficient depth, abundant quantities of that emerged. An opportunity to ponder it never presented itself within my schedule. A larger issue confronted me today. The return journey of my mother and Alexander reached its conclusion.

“Who is it, Lorenzo?” “No one.” “Don’t lie to me.” Alessandro’s voice hardened. “You’ve got that look in your eyes. I’ve seen it before. You’re caught up in something dangerous. Something personal.” Lorenzo smirked bitterly. “Everything in this business is dangerous.” “Not like this,” Alessandro said. “This isn't a strategy. This is an obsession.” That word landed heavy between them. Lorenzo didn’t answer, but his silence said enough. Alessandro exhaled, running a hand down his face. “You’re playing with fire.”

No, I'm not crazy. There were your hands too. Your hands are used to stroking other bodies. I am perfectly inexperienced, and I think you noticed. I'm sorry and a little ashamed, but can we take the course of things and turn them to our advantage? I don't like to keep the other person feeling disappointed. No one deserves to experience disillusionment. I was not perfect. My actions were nothing like those of an architect who masters plans well. I felt lost, and, at the same time, I loved to get lost and scream in that pillow. It was as it was waiting for me. Besides, tell me, was it intentional on your part? I felt your will to dominate me, and I think it kept me going. I felt like a prisone

___ I'll send you news soon love don't worry I lowered my face kissing her lips passionately then pulling away I put on my sunglasses and cap not wanting to be recognized as soon as I set foot in Italy, I grabbed my bag and left, one last look back made my heart break, the two women I love the most loved hugging crying as if we were never going to meet again. I went the whole trip with my eyes wide open, staring at everything suspiciously, I couldn't afford to be silly this time. When I arrived in the Italian capital, my sweet home, there were at the airport four of di Paolo's men who had been sent to help me, waiting for me, Aníbal in front of them. We all went to Aníbal's old apartment, I

“If you're absolutely right, I'm a committed man, I shouldn't be doing this, don't worry about money, you don't owe me anything, feel at home” Andy runs out of there, he felt ashamed, he was violating all his values, he was against anything that disrespected a relationship, a marriage, or any belief, he was very correct. But Camille aroused all kinds of bad thoughts in him, and when he became obsessed with something, there was nothing to get it out of his head, and that was what he was feeling for Camille, an obsession.

Sure, he had f*cked the wh*res he had sent to the Boss but eh man remained steadfast in his devotion to his wife. It was at that time that, he had known it was time to up the game. Proserpina Martinez was a person who could be removed easily. The ONLY woman the Mafia Don had ever cared for in this constant, sickening way, thought The Man in disgust. Like a man obsessed. So Lucien Delano had to be removed permanently. *** He sipped his drink, thoughtfully. That was not the only reason why he felt that Lucien had to go. Yes, his obsession with that one Woman was a moot point.

Tony said simply. “What like the Mafia?” Said Grace shocked. “The Mafia is the Italian version, you already met Xan who is the Chinese Gang Syndicate leader and you already met the European one as well!" Tony said carefully. “Xan, that arsehole I just stared down?” Grace said and Tony nodded. "Who is the European one?” She asked quickly. Tony sighed and said “Kurt Blackwood!” There was a silence as the blood drained out of Grace’s face. She felt like someone had ripped her heart out and kicked her in the stomach at the same time.

Leaving me and Lucio standing on the patio laughing at the pair, I mean it had been so hard and dangerous over these past few years, but in the end, it was worth all of that to be The Mafia Boss’s Deepest Obsession. ~~The End~~

“If Diablo chose to do something, it is for a reason, because you wouldn't have listened.” “Good, then you are going to tell him this. I'm not going to listen now, Not going to listen in a thousand years. I don't even care if he is taking a bullet for me. I'm still going not going to listen to him. Is that what you all want? Find him different woman to please him. Find him different consorts and concubines to do so.” I said, only for someone to clear his throat. I looked at the staircase, raising an eyebrow only to find Arturo standing by the staircase.

“Merely observing. But a warning never hurts anyone.” I let my jaw tighten. “Well, I’m observant too. And I bite hard when warned unnecessarily. Because from my point of view you’ve been doing that more than enough now.” His smirk widened, almost pleased. “I can see that. Makes things… more interesting.” “Interesting?” I snapped, leaning in a little closer, voice sharp. “Careful or ‘interesting’ becomes annoying, and I don’t back down easily.” He raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the pushback. “This is Italy not America, little miss, you know that right?”