The Mafia And His Angel Novels & Stories

I heard footsteps leaving the hallway, I turned my head to Heath and saw him smirking at me, “ Lying to your pathetic parents, bad kitten.” He said and I playfully slapped his chest. I knew that he hated my parents for abusing me but still... I laid besides him and he wrapped an arm around my waist while kissing my neck, “ That was fun, Angel.” He said and I smiled, I agreed with that. Suddenly, all that melodrama from before came to me. There could be a possibility of him being in mafia. I stared at him as he closed his eyes. I hope he isn’t one. I desperately hope for that... To Be Continued

"No! How can I just climb on your back? Moreover, there's an injury on your arm." JK yells, "Just shut up and do as I say!" "No, I won't! Why are you showing me mercy now?" "I have never seen a stubborn girl like you." Grabbing her hand forcefully, he makes her lean on his back. "This man, seriously! How long are you going to force me? Will you ever let me live peacefully? When will you stop all this?" "When you love me more than I do." "I'll never fall for you." "You won't have to do it, baby. It will happen automatically. Just wait and see." "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Walk as soon as possible; I'm so hungry." "It's high time to learn how to control your hunger." "Yah, I've never seen a stupid

Julia shuddered when she heard those words. She looked at her boss, but his face was expressionless. What else did she expect from a mafia leader? Suddenly a tear dropped from her eyes. Was this how her life was going to end? She questioned herself as she saw Marco pull the trigger. “For the last time, why the hell are you doing this?” Don asked, “the Rossini's have been good to your family, so why this?” “Good? Did you just say good?” Marco asked, then added, “The only person worthy of being called 'good' is Martin, and fortunately, he has already betrayed you.”

He was hungry for blood and needed the screams or someone pleading for mercy to ease the anger he felt towards life and he has just found the perfect scapegoat. First, the bastard sold her off to become a sex slave just so that he could pay his death and now he was hearing he had molested Arya as a child? Diego had been trouble from the start, swinging from one Mafia boss and gambling house to another, trying to help in dealing drugs so he could gamble away. Always getting himself caught up in one mess or the other. He had not been a responsible father to Arya when her mother had died and he still has the guts to molest her?

"Bring him back to life and what? Introduce him to who you are? A ruthless mafia? A man who owns a network of people who speak and walk DEATH. What would you do to him? Talk to him about all beautiful butterflies and flowers just to shove the thorns of reality down his throat. No way. I am not gonna let you close with my baby brother. I might have made a mistake, but he is my baby brother. I won’t let him face your world. I won’t let him see the actual face of the man standing. No way am gonna allow you to enter his life". Jeffery spat in anger. He was true. He wasn’t lying. Lucas knew all this. He was the fucking Mafia Boss. He had built his kingdom from scratches and ruled the underworld f

"Lives with her dad. They're hard-core broke so she works lots of part-time jobs. Her mom is terminally ill. Has been like that for a few years now. We trailed her a bit more and found out the money she stole was deposited for her mom's hospital bills. Should we move in on her?" I didn’t answer. Instead, I turned to my laptop and typed in the name Movark. A file popped up on the screen. My eyes scanned the document, and suddenly, I froze. A slow, wolfish grin spread across my face as I read, followed by a low chuckle. Jet frowned, glancing at Marcus, who looked equally confused. “Boss?” Jet ventured cautiously. I leaned back in my chair, chuckling softly. The sound grew louder, echoing throu

I missed you my brother", I said happily as I giggled. Aaron and I approached Nikola. "This is Nikola, my fiance," I introduced Nikola. "Aaron Diaz, Heir to the family mafia, Aaron said shaking Nikola's hand as he introduced himself. "Would you like to come in ? " I asked Nikola. He nodded as he followed behind me. We all sat down around the table. My mother introduced herself and we all continued talking. " I wasn't expecting you to come back so soon," My father voiced to me from across the table.

Chapter 2 Angelo; In my world, traitors and snitches are a deadly sin. Unforgivable except through death. I am Angelo Fabian. The number one ruthless Mafia Don in the whole fucking casino. And everyone, I mean, every single fucking individual knows not to mess with me. Standing in front of the three dimwits kneeling before me, rage surged in me as I corked the gun. "Now, are you willing to tell me why the hell none of you bastards have captured that traitor? Do I have to rip your tongue off before I get a goddamn explanation?"

I couldn't deny it any longer—I was being weak, allowing Angel to talk to me rudely and stop me from going out, and my own silence was complicit in his actions. Angel, was not only a powerful figure in the mafia but also a man who knew how to manipulate and control. Over the month, I had become accustomed to his brash behavior, his sharp tongue, and his complete disregard for my feelings. But now, as I stared at my reflection, something in me had changed. I am the daughter of a mafia!

I stepped inside without wasting time and took my seat. He was sitting far away from me, smoking his cigarette.I didn't dare to look up. There was pin drop silence inside the car. My head was spinning by the thought of what will they do to me. Will they keep me as a maid ? Or they'll beat me up or even worse. I have seen in some of the movies, how the nasty mans treat a girl. Watching these people almost killing my dad made a sense to why my mom and dad were so afraid of them and specially Dean. He looks like a young businessman by looks but what I saw earlier made me think he is a mafia and my conclusion can't be wrong as no one would simply have a army of men of their own with guns. At tha