The Mafia And His Angel Novels & Stories

My eyes fall down to her chest as she folds her arms and stares at me angrily. I shrugged again, unfazed by her outburst. "Hey, I saw an opportunity and I took it. Can't blame a guy for wanting to make a good investment," I said casually, trying to diffuse the tension. "Seriously? A 'good investment' and 'business'? Are you kidding me? You're part of the mafia, for crying out loud! This has nothing to do with legitimate business. I know exactly what you're up to, so don't even try to pull the wool over my eyes. And don't think I don't see through your little games. You'd do anything to get back at me, wouldn't you?" Georgie's voice drips with anger and disbelief as she lays into me.

“Because the way he tossed you out, doesn’t that feel familiar? Doesn’t it feel like what men like him always do once they’re done using you? He let you go because he doesn’t need you anymore. His deal is more important to him and he would give you away just to get what he wants.” He took a step closer, voice tightening. “If he really loved you, he would’ve fought for you. He would’ve told me no, even if it risked the deal. But he didn’t. He let you walk, because he's done with you. You weren’t some cherished woman he couldn’t let go of. You were nothing more than a bargaining chip.” “Stop it,” I said, rising to my feet. He stood too, voice low and burning. “Your father, what would he think

I was NOT a very emotional person and to be quite honest I didn’t know how to handle other people’s emotions. I sat on the couch in my living room and turned on the tv. I laid back on the couch as I switched channels on the tv. The sound of my phone ringing drew my attention away from the tv and to my cell phone. “Hello?” I spoke out as I answered the call. “Tesoro, you left so soon.” My father slightly cried out on the phone. “Arcano, it amazes me how you are considered a famous Mafia Don when you call me whining,” I comment as I roll my eyes and focus on the tv once again.

The idea of being insulted the way that I was wasn’t something that I could easily swallow and knowing that the reason was because of who I chose to work with and where; I couldn’t face any of them. I had to get rid of all this. Me working with the mafia, taking care of such a case, having feelings for a man. It wasn’t long until I realized that the pain I was feeling was because of my feelings toward Elijah. My feelings for him were real and pure, two things that I knew were wrong when it came to us being from two different worlds. The conflict that I had with Blake over the case. Me choosing to rely on mafia men to get back to this case. Everything just had to end.

Ava wanted to laugh but it seems my words clicked in her head, because her face contorted into a frown before it mirrored confusion. "Ma...mafia what? What are you trying to say? Is Alexander a mafia?" She whispered lowly. It's as if she doesn't want anyone else to hear her, but no other soul was in here except for the two of us. She hasn't officially opened the bakery yet. She said she'd do it tomorrow. "Yep. He's the mafia prince, his dad, the mafia king, his mother, the mafia queen. I got involved with mafias, Ava. How unlucky I can be." I sighed exasperatingly.

I touched her face, but Angel slapped my hand away. "Don’t be stupid! We’ll both die out here if you keep this up!" "What a beautiful couple!" Mancini shouted, making us turn toward him. "It’s a shame you made so many bad choices, Falcone! Choosing that girl was your biggest mistake!" "I believe the opposite—Angela is perfect for me." I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her body against mine, not caring about him. "Of that I have no doubt. She’s childish, weak, and foolish—just like you. Two kids thinking they could run a mafia..."

I looked at Angel and opened the message. "Are you following me?" Read the message. I hiked a brow and scoffed at him which left a scowl blanketing his face. I decided to play so I just ignored him and watched the players instead pretending to be totally amazed. ____ Angel I had been out with my men to attend to business. We went to meet up with Don Ricardo, one of the men I had ally with in the business. He was a friend of my step father and had rendered useful ideas to me when I first took over the mafia business.

This is not about me, and this is about him. Angel takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, allowing himself to relax. I keep stroking his hair which has grown longer in the last couple of weeks. I bend down and kiss his head as a lot is passing through my mind right now. I can’t even begin to imagine how his life was growing up. He always lived under Pavlov’s shadow, being the younger son of a mafia family. I bet it wasn’t easy. How many times has he endured beatings and other things for his brother?

She apologized as she handed the card over and watched his slender, artistic hands untie the ribbon with swift elegance. Watching him, Elena’s thoughts couldn’t help but drift slowly again. Could a man so gentle as Angel truly keep quiet as his brother got involved in such a business as dangerous as raiding mafia gangs? Angel was an artist in a wheelchair, but before then, he was a family man. She could sense how much family meant to him with how he was with his niece, strict, yet caring. And with Salvatore, he felt at home. So why? Why? Why? Elena shook her head. Forcing her thoughts to behave. At least while she was here. In front of two pairs of scrutinizing stranger eyes.