The Mafia Doll Novels & Stories

Rhys, Adrian, Lorcan and Abigail had a history that ran deeper than water. Rhys never liked Abigail. But when Abigail’s father became his business rival, his hatred only intensified. If Rhys wanted, he could’ve ruined the man sitting in front of him with just a flick of his finger, but revenge was petty. He was a mafia boss, underworld Don. He didn’t need to destroy Abigail, the latter was already walking on the path of destruction. Drugs, women trafficking, child abuse, one day he’d get into a mess himself. “Rhys.” Rhys's attention was snatched by the woman standing beside him. Her keen sharp blue eyes glanced at him with cheeks painted red as she blushed under his gaze.

He asked again yanking her in front of him harshly as she slowly looked up at him. "I wasn't.. Trying to do anything.. They weren't leaving me alone.” She tried explaining but Zeke glared at her. "These people are not normal human Danica. Everyone in here is a mafia or belongs to a mafia family. You must not mess with anyone here, do you understand me?" He looked at her furiously making her to give him a nod as he walked away with her following him behind.

He was about to punch me when he stopped and became pale and weaker. The knife I used was small but, it had a deadly poison. "Goodbye, dog of a mafia org." I'm a killer, yeah, I'm not just an ordinary model. I hate Mafia the most. I love killing them. ------- "Wifey, awake, awake!" I woke up when Warren jumped on our bed. "What's the matter Warren?" I asked sleepily. He lay down next to me and moved his foot. "You have a male visitor. His name is Yuhan." He said while pouting.

Clever of him to inform you before his death. "He was the underdog of a Mafia boss." She paused before continuing. "The mafia is a dangerous world, the only way you can escape a Mafia is by death. They kill, smuggle, kidnap, launder. The list is endless." I gulped. "I want to kill Dante Di Salvo." Her eyes widened before she laughed hysterically. I could have sworn she laughed so much there was a tear at the corner of her eye. Maria clicked her tongue, she stared at me amused. "Do you know what you just said?"

he paused and half smiled. “The Mortale mafia is best known for buying and selling attractive girls. Any girl that turns them down has to live in hell for the rest of their life, that is, if she is lucky enough to turn them down in the first place. So, serving them drinks is like going up there to discuss your price. Obviously, you are new to New York cause everyone knows the Mortale mafia since their crimes are just in sight of everyone. It is never hidden.” I stifled a burst of laughter at his impossible explanation, but once the realization that what he said could only be possible in this club, an intense silence enveloped me as I gulped.

- You are a hypocrite that frankenstein, it was not David Del Valle, you disrespected me first, and I always knew that the damned one is still alive, and I am not sure where you have him, but I do know he is alive. Maria De La Cruz, and her people had undoubtedly gone overboard with their actions again, as they would have bought one more great enemy, but what is a mafia without enemies? They put the Colombian totally naked, they totally changed him, they checked his ears, hair, nails, so that he would not have any secrets, they left him in the Brazilian border to survive as he could, and that was undoubtedly the beginning of the great mafia war, that would have been detonated, thanks to him,

" Sophia dodges the trees branches, even pushing some of the dense ones out of her face as she approaches him. "Duck," he yells and throws a peanut at her simultaneously. Sophia's too slow, it hits her forehead. "Ouch," she soothes her head. "What was that for?" "The biggest Mafia organization in the continent is after you, and if I'm not wrong, you're a wanted criminal. And you think you have time for sluggish reflexes? You have to think fast and smart, Sophia." "I hope I don't remind you of your ex, you're getting agitated," she walks towards him. "I'm done getting depressed over them. That was traumatic."

I sighed and scoffed at the ridiculous condition. “Aitana Greyson, Alessandro’s wife runs the biggest mafia network in the U.S.” He said but I literally fell from my chair. “Mafia?” I frowned. “Yes, she is the mafia queen of American Mafia syndicate but there’s more into the story.” He paused and munched the Belgian chocolates I ordered for Adeline but he stole one box. “This one box costed me five hundred dollars including the shipping charges which I am going to deduct from your payment. So, don’t stretch it and tell me the fucking truth.” I said slamming my fists on the table.

He faced me by turning his chair around. The cruel enemy's name is Emir Alffiaco. He was a horrible man. When I say terrible, I mean awful. I'm talking about the kind of evil that involves prostitution rings and the exploitation of young women. To make my life a living misery, he is exploiting even the mafia. I will not stop seeking justice to ensure that he rots away in the deepest part of hell.

Lorenzo said. "She is dangerous. They hacked into our systems," Paul said. "What! If they manage to hack into your system and you are one of the best, that means they can hack any mafia system," Lorenzo said. "She has. I know she has," I told them. "How?" James asked. "If their system knows which tattoo belongs to which mafia, which cars, the leaders, their wives, and children, you think that they haven't?" I asked, and they all kept quiet. "We need them on our side as soon as possible. Maybe she can help us defeat Elijah," James said.