The Mafia Boss Captive Novels & Stories

I needed a plan, hopefully one that ends up with me being able to run away from the Mafia family forever. I wouldn't be a bride to any man , I wouldn't be captured, traded and no price would be on my head. A grin rested in my face and I grabbed the open packs of pops, settling to continue my book while I scheme. Leaving this place wouldn't be easy, I already know that. I have a guard when they aren't around, monitoring and reporting occasionally into the earpiece they had on and I need to study their patterns. It would take me at least a month to know the rounds. I also couldn't predict how the men worked. It did seem X and Achilles went to work everyday, I had no idea what Emilio spent his

"Was that the way they worked?" "Excuse me?" I almost jumped out of my seat after hearing the driver talk. Had I asked that question out loud. Shit. Now, he probably thought I was crazy or some shit like that. Oh, brother. "Are people in the mafia bipolar or something?" I asked, not wanting to give in to the dumb passenger stereotype he might make for me. He shrugged, as if to say he didn't know either. "Most are, though. Horrible people. The only good one I've seen is the boss."

His gaze went flat, falling into a hollow, distant daze as if he were no longer sitting in this filthy motel room, but was instead trapped in the dark theater of his own memory. "Two years ago," he began, his tone dropping into a cold cadence that made the hairs on my arms stand up, "he was held captive by the Spanish Mafia. They snatched him right off the street in broad daylight, bypassing our security like we were nothing but amateurs. And then, they sent me a message. They threatened to kill him if I didn't hand over a massive international business deal—a shipping and logistics contract that I was supposed to handle, one that would have secured the Vitale family's dominance for the next

I shouted realizing this man is not going to help me. I saw how his body became tensed when I mentioned the Cruz Mafia. He said a few more words into the phone before keeping it inside his pocket and turned to me. "What did you say?" "They are the Cruz Mafia." I cried. "They will kill me. Please, save me." "Do you have any idea where are you right now?" "No." I stated. "and I don't care. Just save me." He ruminated for a moment with his eyes still scrutinizing me. "Our boss wants to meet you."

I retorted and he nodded quickly. “Look, answer to your first question. You are our leader. A mafia boss but it’s not necessary that you have to be ruthless, cruel and heartless. You’re none of these, you are just trying to become like that, Jacob. You can fall in love too. Before being a boss or leader of our gang, you are also a human. Being a mafia boss, does not at all mean that you cannot live a life like a normal human being. Mafia bosses can have a girlfriend, a wife or someone he loves. So don’t shut your heart up. Keep it open. Embrace what you are feeling for her. It’s not bad. It’s not a crime. Even if it is a crime, you can do it, you know that! And no, it’s not just mere attract

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)

” he screamed but Mateo fired again at him. The Mafia boss slides over to the other corner of the pillar while groaning in pain, now making himself vulnerable to Marco. His arm was bleeding; Leo was confused as to why Mateo suddenly began to fire at him. What had gotten into him? While Mateo was occupied with firing at the pillar where Leo was hiding, Marco seized the opportunity to step out and shoot Mateo down. He had gotten him on the chest and the Capo fell to the floor, groaning in pain.

I might loose my breakfast right here, before a gathering of the world's most powerful men. The newcomer snaps his fingers "Raul, Vanderhaus. Grab the girl and take her to the airstrip immediately. I'll be there soon." "The fuck, Ramsey?" Old Mikhailov asks on a furious yell. Yeah, Ramsey. The fuck?! Two huge, harsh looking men advance towards me from the army. Just then, the reality of my situation hits me. I cannot become a captive of the Mafia. I've read about all the horrible stuff those monsters do to their captives, especially the women. I could end up as a sex slave or worse.

"It might be better for him not to remember me. I let him down and abandoned him. He was the greatest mafia boss, always there for me, but I couldn't return the favor." "You're too hard on yourself..." Giovani shakes his head. "No, I'm not, but I've learned from my past mistakes. This time I will do everything to protect my new boss" He grins down at me. "Not that she needs any protecting—she is pretty badass herself." I laugh. "Why don't we head inside? We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow, lots of explosions to take care of." "Good idea," Giovani says and then clears his throat. "Do not eat the pasta that Zoya made if you don't want to spend the rest of the night inside the bathroom. He

Alonzo looked at him in panic, as Salvatore instantly knew that his father laughing in this situation wasn't a good sign for the captive. "So predictable." He grinned at the man as he lowered his gun, taking out the bullet chamber, removing all the bullets from their slot before picking up three bullets and loading them back into the slot. "Regnante! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!" Alonzo bellowed as he tried to break away from Major and Uncle Vincent. "Something which you never can." The Mafia Boss grinned as he snapped his fingers. The doors opened as three men came in, guiding three other figures that had a black bag over their head and their hands tied behind their backs.