The Mafia And The Nun Novels & Stories

I pleaded. "Are you going to kill me?" I mumbled with suspicion. "It depends on what mood I'm in..." He stated. He's joking... right? "What about right at this moment, like right now?" I continued Silence. "Are you in the mafia?" I inquired He's soooo in the mafia. Leaning back into my chair with a sigh, my eyes widened when we pulled up to a luxurious mansion. I watched, as both men stepped out of the car they conversed for a while, then the blondie walked to one of the many cars parked here, got inside and drove off.

Not the police here, where she had no clue where their office was at or the police in Nigeria where she had no clue how to get back to. God, she thought in dismay, she had nowhere to go. Elena thought she’d already given up a while back, but that miniature Hope, Faith, and dreams that she’d find her way out were always there. She couldn’t lose it though, she knew she had to hold on to those three words if she wanted to remain sane. No, she wouldn’t lose them. The questions were irritably too much for Gregory. The senior members of the Mafia were the closest to shareholders if Mafias had any. He respected them not just for their age or grey hair because they were young as they were old. The w

Chandeliers lit up the room, the roof being ordained in murals and paintings. The announcers loud voice boomed into the room when he introduced us. "Mr Ace Hernandez, American mafia and Mrs Alessia Ferrari, Italian mafia." It was still so fucking weird to be called Mrs. I smirked when most of the people in the room turned to look at us. Stares of unbridled fear and trepidation overwhelmed them. What a beautiful sight. It was no secret that we were wed. It was, however, a very dangerous alliance between two of the most formidable mafias in the world. I have to say, at least I wasn't given away to someone who was beneath me.

"Sophia believes you will marry after she finishes school. Mafia law states that a Capo should be offered the purest of females, both in blood and virtue." I laughed in surprise. She read our code book. Where did she even get one? "Yes, but it is just an offering. One I don't plan on taking. Tommy told Sophia they had to wait until after school. She thinks that is true for me too. Despite me sending her away, her father drills it in her head that she is the best choice and that I will eventually take her as my wife. As far as mafia code, that was written centuries ago. It is like the Bible. Christians don't run around whipping their disobedient wives, do they? It isn't to be taken literally

U just had to keep my mouth shut and i feel like I never had such good luck in life because now I just had to go ahead and get involved with a freaking mafia boss. This was my life. This was just my sad and pathetic sad life and it's only just a matter of time before Marco finally kills me and I knew that to help myself and also stay alive I just had to shut up and keep my mouth shut so that I could live longer. My heart was beating so fast and I didn't even know how I was going tj face him. He didn't catch me unlike last time but yet I felt so scared because he was a freaking mafia boss which meant that he could do literally anything to me and that meant killing me in one go

“People died here, Jo. And I’m willing to bet my soul that their deaths were anything but peaceful.” That was quite obvious from the level of destruction, but the inner coward in me offered up a meagre defense. “Even then, it could still be from anything. There’s no reason to think that Inna giving birth to me here was the reason for it.” “You think the nuns were dealing drugs for the mafia on the side?” The statement was so out of left field, the only response I could give was a confused frown. “How the hell did you even arrive at that conclusion?”

Thought Clouded Alyssa's mind as she wondered what in the world had happened when she called Mr mafia last night. After a lot of thought, she still couldn't remember what had happened and she decided not to disturb herself by thinking of what had happened last night over the call instead she started to think of what could be next for her now that she had accepted to be the contracted wife to a Mafia lord. "Even if I do not have a long time to live again due to my sickness, I still don't want to die quickly in the hands of my handsome Mr mafia," Alyssa said to herself as she went down the stairs to prepare breakfast for herself.

"Now you can imagine what I am capable of doing to you, right? You see, my little Love, I could crush your neck right now, and no one would ever know. I could strip you down and fuck you right here on this bed, and absolutely no one would come to save you." His smirk vanished, replaced by an expression of pure, chilling stone. "So, this is my final warning. Do not test my patience. I am already having a very hard time keeping my cool around you, and you are being fucking impossible. The next time you decide to open your smart mouth, think very carefully about the consequences. Alright?" "Y-yes," I choked out, the tears flowing freely now. "Are... are you in the mafia?" the words tumbled out

I gritted my teeth and mustered all the energy in the world to push Bennett away and thank God I did. "What do you mean by that?" He snapped and grabbed my arm again, a little more harsher and tighter. "I wouldn't disrespect me here Miss Stiles. This is not a place to cuss around. This isn't Seattle neither is this Los Angeles. You walked into my Mafia den and..." "Mafia?" My eyes widened and I blinked. "I thought it was a gang thing...but a Mafia?" I was not stupid neither was I foolish. I knew what the Mafia did. Well, not really did but the books I've read said a lot and they were real. They didn't play cards or run around in circles. They shot, tortured, kill and traffick women and child

Quinn asked. “Depends…. What did he do?” “Betrayaled the Famila and he raped a nine year old.” I looked at him in disgust. The Mafia was a gang of murders, thieves and robbers but they were what you could term, loyal and royal class thieves. Pedophiles are vermin to any Mafia mob with a boss that has a head on his shoulders. I stared into his eyes. My gaze had a dead aura to it. I was completely unfazed by my plans for him.