The Mafia Doll Novels & Stories

Jade was very shocked when she told her all about Madame Dalloz, but when she got to telling her about Steffan, she looked normal. When she noticed Racheal was frowning at her, she shrugged. “I thought you knew. It is not a secret among the upper class,” She said. “How would I know and remain with him?” “Some women like those sorts of things, dark-hearted men. Being a mob wife is a fantasy of some women.” Racheal stared at her, speechless. "Why would I fantasize about loving a murderer? He killed someone in cold blood just now. How can I love a mafia?”

He replied to her, standing from his seat to lean on his table. “How can a living subject be sold off without her own consent?” She inserted air quotes around the sold off. For a moment, Marie forgot she was standing in front of someone affiliated to the greatest and most dangerous Mafia group in the country. But, what did she have to lose? She was already brought here against her own will, and it doesn’t seem like anyone is going to answer the question as to why she’s here.

Dylan said with a straight face and made her way to her feet. Kathrine grabbed a tissue and blew her nose, “What do you mean by that? You won’t be able to get anywhere close to him. He is a fucking Mafia, I thought I had mentioned that?” Kathrine said then fell onto the couch. Dylan sent another text to her men that were standing right outside the door, it read; ‘Now! Do it fucking now!’ As she sent the text, without hesitation they forcefully knocked down the door making it fall to the ground. Creating a loud thud that resonated through the apartment and echoed through the hallway. Startled by the sudden noise, Kathrine jumped in surprise.

"Bianca's name is never mentioned. Bambola segreta could be anyone or noone. It's all underground hearsay noted down and sold on the black market." "Secret doll?" "One of one, the only one who is rumoured to hold every piece of information they ever hid in over thirty children over twenty years." "That's sick." "The mafia is a relentless beast, Niko, an illness that courses through our veins since birth. There's no escaping the shackles of our destiny." "You say that, yet it appears you've claimed everything you ever desired."

I can’t help but question. “Rule number one the underworld, Voodoo Doll, only ask questions you truly want the answer to because I guarantee there are things you won’t want to know. So, do you really want to know?” He poses. Before I can truly think it through, I nod my head yes. “I killed her. I made it quick and painless. I don’t actually enjoy torture, that’s more the maifa’s thing. My friend Leo particularly is a fan and he’s a mafia don.”

] He grabbed the bottle of whisky and poured himself another large shot tossing it back in an angry motion. ‘Cazzo di diavolo, vediamo, solo la Bratva, Dmitri vorrebbe riaverla nelle sue grinfie, poi c'è il Cartello, pensa ai titoli dei giornali che vorrebbero avere la mia donna e una duchessa per l'avvio, anche la mia stessa mafia, molti di loro scambierebbero la moglie e i figli per averla colpita, oh e non dimentichiamo Khalid, Se le avesse messo le mani addosso, beh, non sarebbe stato piacevole per lei.’ [Fucking hell man, let’s see, only the Bratva, Dmitri would love to get her back in his clutches, then there’s the Cartel, think of the headlines they would love having my woman, and a D

It was already a bad day even before it ended, and just then a handsome dude with sunglasses walked in like he owned the place. "Hello,” I greeted myself, not allowing Isabella's words to get to me. I still need to get money to buy her off, which means attaining my customers even though I wasn't emotionally stable. "Hello,” he said with a flash of a smile that could warm the heart. “I need some muffins and cookies.” “That's a good choice; just give me a second.“ He went over to one of the seats and sat down with his legs crossed over the other. I gathered his order, and that was when those good-for-nothing mafia decided to show up.

"That day, you asked me what do I do or living. Yes I have the engineering firms, and I am the biggest supplier for engineering instruments in the region. But it’s all a mask. It’s a camouflage, to hide the real me. The real Lucas David. I... I am the Mafia. I rule the underworld, in this country and foreign too. I hold more than 80% shares in the black market. I have my hands dirtied and strained in the blood. I have inhaled guns smoke. I have killed more people than my age. I deal in all black and white. And if you agree to be a part of my life, you will be automatically entitled as part of Mafia. Do you think you can live your life with a stained person like me"? Lucas held his hands reve

“They’d be everywhere I turn to, every corner I hide, every step I take would be full of broken glasses and eggshells. They’ll turn every breath I take into toxin and every flower I hold into thorns. I cannot survive this place! Let alone for three years. I think a one and a quarter out of ten is fair.” “But what if you survive?” Jane presses, walking over to the side of the room I’m now facing. “That’s a very little amount of if,” I retort, slamming my eyes shut. “Now, please get out of my face.” “You have to fight! Don’s Daughter! Like your mother said, how would you rule Hell Morgathor if you can’t even survive this prison? The world of the Mafia is a world for the strong. Hell Morgathor

👿 Daniel watched her leave… and a faint smile appeared on his lips. “That’s exactly what I want…” he murmured. “I want you to be strong.” “To fight.” “Because the path we’re walking on…” “…is filled with dangers.” 🔥 His expression darkened. “There may come a time… when I’ll have to stand against you.” “And that day— you’ll have to stand strong.” “Because you’re not just anyone…” “You are the Queen of a Mafia King.” 👿👸🔥