The Mafia Boss Met And Never Forget Her Novels & Stories

"You thought you could run from me, Vivienne?" Draven growled, his hand pulling my hair back to force my eyes onto his. A hard shiver ran through me as he pinned my hands above my head on the silk sheets, his heavy body trapping me underneath him. "Draven... please..." "Beg me," he demanded, his lips touching my neck as his hand slid up my thigh. "Beg me to forgive you." "Please," I gasped, completely helpless under his touch. "Good girl," he whispered, his dark eyes filled with cold control. "You owe me five million dollars, Vivienne. And you're going to pay back every single cent on your knees." ……………………………………….. Vivienne thought she had successfully escaped Draven five years

One way or another all seven mafia lords that had been killed for four years now were connected to the Moretti name. He leaned back, lighting another cigar. “Find her before she finds us”. I forced my expression to stay neutral, but the image burned in my mind. Because even through the blur, I knew. I’d seen those eyes before. Hours ago. Sitting across from me in my office, introducing herself as Camille Martins.

Fear and uncertainty coursed through her veins as the man on the phone spoke, dictating her fate. "Bring her to me," the man instructed. "Meet me by the road. I'll deal with her personally." “Okay,boss,” the man said. “We shall be there in a while. Meanwhile, we are still trying to figure out where it could be!“ Natalie's confusion deepened, but the message was clear. She was to meet this deadly boss, the one who had pursued them relentlessly. She realized that her life hung by a thread, her time drawing to a close.

I looked at them. They were all in black. I didn’t need anyone to tell me that they were the mafia. This must be a mistake. It wasn’t possible. I wasn’t going to believe anything they had said.“100 million dollars? Do you know what you are saying?” I asked the leader of the men as I raised my head in defiance. “You can ask your grandfather” he smugly replied. I turned to my grandpa and saw that he had a similar expression on his face. Before my grandfather could speak, the gang leader beat him to it.“Hey you!” the leader called the other person and they moved towards me.

She said as she raised her hand "You remember that guy I told you was Bradley de Ossa? You know he's a Mafioso, right? He’s the boss!!" Now it was my turn to stare in shock and blink a few times at her words. Bradley is a mafia boss? Yes, I knew he was part of a gang and the possibility of the Mafia was already on my mind, but the boss? "Maya... You're not fooling around are you?" I asked quickly in panic. My friend let out a long sigh before shaking her head, informing me that what she said was true. I didn't eat the tuna sandwich that was in my hand because I didn't know what was going through my mind right now.

I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him quickly only to be interrupted by Landon. "Can't you two seriously wait? We're kind of in the middle of something if you don't remember." I grinned at him before shooting one of the opposing mafia members just before they could reach him, unbeknownst to him due to his complaining. His eyes widened as he glanced back at the body lying behind him then turned to face me again. "Thanks." I nodded, the grin growing on my face.

she said evenly. That earned her a low, amused chuckle. “You’re not what I expected from a maid.” “And you’re not what I expected from a mafia boss.” He stepped closer, slow and deliberate, until there were only a few inches between them. The faint scent of whiskey and smoke curled around her. His voice dropped. “You say ‘mafia’ like it’s a bad word.” “I say it like it’s a dangerous one.” For a moment, the air between them was charged, his gaze dipping briefly to her mouth before meeting her eyes again. Then, just as quickly, he stepped back, the moment broken.

“I’m not the one who nearly gave her a heart attack by deciding to stick with a mafia boss.” I nodded. “Touché.” “Is she fine though?” I asked. He nodded. “She didn’t speak much, but I think she is he finished smiling softly. “Just give her a bit more time, and she’ll come around. You know, not everyone is as cool as me.” I rolled my eyes, already getting up. “You should get dressed—and tell her to do the same.” “Why?” he asked. I turned back slightly to stare at him. “The mafia boss is on his way.”

Emily demanded, looking him dead in the eye. “Firstly, I’m really sorry for not telling you. I just got worried about the baby, so please understand,” he said, reaching for her hands. She yanked them away. “Remember Don Emilio? The one I said was offering to do business with us?” “Yes, the one I told you to decline. What about him?” Emily asked sharply. “I never knew he was a very dangerous man,” Richard said, running his hands through his hair. “He’s actually a mafia boss.”

He's really run out of love for her, I tell myself. I start to worry if he's okay when the clock’s short hand hits 8 PM. Is he safe? Is he back home? Are there casualties? I start asking myself as if I should. Well, I need to know if my boss is okay. Heaven knows I care a lot for him more than I should. He is my boss, not just that, a Mafia boss at that , I remind myself. I drag myself upstairs making my way into my room but I meet a shocker. I see my boss sitting on the couch, drinking from a bottle of whiskey.