The Mafia Doll Novels & Stories

It was forbidden for the toys to go down the basement, it was for another work. "Pablo..." she said and a man handsome in black jeans and navy blue shirt along with a black leather jacket, his hair tied up in a bun as he turned around smoking a cigarette. "Oh, Blair... we got a problem with Giovanni..." he spoke in his seductive tone. "Pablo, handle this already. I have got a lot to do," Cliterella aka Blair Fernsby... she's the love therapist at day and mafia boss at night. She is said to the worst Irish mafia lady... the most fierce one of all.

She wanted to make him pay. She is Ariella Gregory, the only daughter of Alder Gregory, the mafia don. She's a princess of the mafia world! She belongs to the criminal underground; she is a part of the gangster world, a life that she clearly hates. But then again, this was all before. She had just come to terms with the cold, hard reality of what she truly was, and she needed to embrace the only thing that could possibly make her feel like Elliot was still with her. She must accept the fact that she is a mafia princess because this is where Elliot will live within her.

The most important one was: never to trust anyone. And all these three rules were broken by none other than Sierra. Expected but still disappointing for the rest of the clan. At least, she is the best when it comes to reclaiming her power and revenge. The hem of her dress swayed with every step she made with her red stilettos. Her hair was styled in old glamour, what used to be her go-to hairstyle. She opted for a calmer shade of red to avoid an overkill villain look. Now, there’s that sweetness. She finally looked like what she was trained to look. A trophy wife of a wealthy businessman… precisely what she was.

“He wanted to kill Pietro, so he came to Amos, but he was shooed away. However, with a twisted and smart mind like mine, I turned him into a pawn to achieve my goal. I promised to help Dante get into our family business with tremendous wealth and a respected position in the business to attract Kenna. But she was just like Amber, she didn’t care about wealth, she wanted true love and passion, so years later, on the day of Kenna’s prestigious art auction, Dante faked his passion for art.” “However, the stubborn woman rejected him every time he tried to make her his. Despite Pietro and Dante working under me and together, Dante was more determined than ever to kill Pietro for Kenna, so I had no

“Th-that is the tr-truth. I sw-swear!” “Do you know what I like? I like to kill my enemies slowly and painfully. If I find out that you have in fact provided these drugs, or given Catherine any form of drug, you have chosen to be my enemy. Do you understand?” Dr. Davies nods his head so quickly I almost expect it to fall off. I turn to Catherine and she is sitting by her desk with the cutest pout of irritation. I lean down to press a kiss to her cheek. “Behave now or you know what awaits you.” She blushes but nods her head in confirmation. Then I leave to take care of my day. You should not mess with the mafia king! He is a dangerous man and luckily for Dr. Davies, he knows that.

He won't bother calling if it's unimportant regarding the Island or the Foedus. I took my phone out of my pocket and answered his call. "What's your problem, Trace? You know I'm a busy person. I've already arranged the shipment of Jake and Elliot." I answered as soon as I swiped the answer button. The two are smuggling illegal liquors in our town, Sta. Monica. My two assistants glanced at me when they heard my answer to my cousin. Dev sneered at what I said. "Would you like to say hi to Callista?"

then he walked out and closed the door. Mia gasped as she greedily sucked air into her air deprived lungs. She massaged her neck as she fell on the bed, her breath coming out hard and fast. This was not the first time she felt close to death but each time she was always afraid. After all, no one wanted to die. She really did not want to die. Just like other mafia's, Adrian Osiander was ruthless and heartless. Imagine him trying to kill her with his hands just after mere seconds of asking her to spread her legs for him.

Matteo said. "Let me make myself clear, Matteo. I do not want some whore you bought," Matteo's son, Vittore answered in a deadly calm voice. Now that word hurt. It made terrifying memories flash in my mind. I sagged, being held up my two men as I tried not to have a panic attack. I breathed slowly. Now was not the time Dalia. You are free ok? You are out. Breathe. Breathe... "I realise she is in fact pathetic but, she is property of our mafia. She's worth billions," I was confused at that.

she is dangerous and now whole Mafia knows that. I turned around and looked as she went to Matteo and Dalia and they were talking and she was laughing on something. She touched Dalia's belly to feel her baby and she smiled in bliss. She was looking just like an angel... but she is Devil's Angel and that's why she is looking beautiful still she has that scary aura all around her. I can tell whole mafia is watching her. I slowly went to her when Robert (leader of American Mafia) joined her and I just stood there.

"Because Baby Doll, Donato is the Mafia Kingpin that took in Kristy after your abduction. She's supposed to be kept at his Compound to serve out her time." My head whips back to Knox and Jory, "He has her here with him?" "Yeah, I guess his wife couldn't make it, so he brought her, but he was too busy with another sub to keep her on a tight leash. Kristy and that Mia woman apparently knows each other and have a 'thing' going because Jory caught them in an intimate position when he went to grab these." Knox holds up the candy bars. I take one from his hand and start eating it as he opens a water bottle for me, "So, did you say anything to this Mafia guy?" I ask with a mouthful of chocolate. Ye