The Mafia Doll Novels & Stories

My angel was so concentrated on removing Daniella’s tongue that she still hadn’t sensed my proximity nor that Aurelio had given us space. Daniella’s gargled cries echoed in the basement as the blood oozed down her mouth and chin. I wasn’t sure if I should have been worried when Isa dropped Daniella’s tongue on the bloody floor with a deranged laugh, but something about my angel at that moment had me both hard and terrified of how capable she was at doing this. We have always ensured to keep the women out of mafia-related dealings like these. It was what you’d call, mafia law. But I felt like Isa needed the involvement for closure. She’d taken care of Mattias herself, so why not grant her Dan

Was he willing to go as far as hurting her just to get the truth? Yes, she had to agree that he’d told whoever it was on the phone that they could only hurt her one percent but then she knew how dangerous one percent could be. She’d worked with many mafias in the past and hence, she knew the severity of each mafia’s one percent. With a previous mafia, before his demise that she caused, his one percent meant stabbing and he wasn’t as dangerous as Daniel was so she could only imagine what he wanted to do to her.

Luckily, Mark held the girl's body before Melody fell to the floor. "Don't worry, I didn't kill women and children!" added Mark with a meaningful smile. Seeing that there was no movement at all from Melody, Mark chuckled softly, he then lifted Melody's body and took her to a room that was much tidier and quieter than the previous place. Mark put Melody's body on the sofa in the room. How could Melody forget? Mark is a mafia boss, it's not difficult for the guy to shoot the gun. "What's wrong with your expression?" Mark squinted at Melody confused.

"You...Della? I only asked you to kidnap her." "So what! I got rid of your dirty little bitch. You cheated on your her, maltreated her with her little sister and made her life a living hell. You killed so many people and blamed it on Della. I know all your dirty little secrets Mr Mafia . Look at you crawling on the ground like a little bitch. You want to kill me, stand in fucking line!" "You Bitch!" He scream as he began to crawl over to my feet. I stepped back and he fell instantly on the ground. I hadn't noticed that his foot was chained in the corner like a caged animal. He tried reaching for me again only to be pulled back by the chain. "Della is mine "

It is a monumental task, but I know my woman she will not stop until she stops them all together. They have enlisted the help of the Mafia Queen Cassandria DeAngelis. She was the first female Donna. She and her husband, Matteo DeAngelis, rule over every crime family in the criminal underworld. That includes not only the mafia but expands to the Triads and the Yakuza as well.

"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."

Alejandro Gonzalez was a mafia Don, which meant he knew how to manipulate people into getting what he wanted. He was trying to manipulate me. Well this is interesting... I smile softly and nod up at him, gripping onto his shirt as I push myself closer to him. "So does that mean I can go out with my friends, then?" I say timidly, playing innocent. I was going either way, I just had to make him think he was in charge.

As I move, my dress rustles softly, and my hair stays perfectly in place. "Wow, Lessia is this not too much?", I ask unsure. "No, it is perfect", Lessia said still trying to arrange the strands of hair on my head. I rolled my eyes and said, "Lessia why did you dress me like this, I look like two million threw up on me". She looked at my reflection in the mirror and said, "You look amazing and by the way you are the daughter of the Mafia boss, you need to dress the part". "Mafia?", I asked confused.

He even had his mother pin down my legs while they forced me into this nightclub outfit. I looked at them. I screamed with everything my throat had. I cursed with everything my lips could form. Not a single sound came out. "Behave. Trust me, you don't want to find out what the mafia does to people who cause problems." Then she showed me a few videos. Bodies hanging from the ceiling. People being fed to the ocean. Her eyes were full of smug satisfaction, like this would be enough to scare me into compliance. All I gave her back was every ounce of spit I could muster.

I wanted to throw her against the wall and fuck her senseless. “Everything okay,” Mickey asked. “Just fine, give me a few more minutes,” she said, waving him off. Mickey looked irritated but closed the door. “Tell me then. Everything,” she said, tapping on the table. She was completely serious, and if I dare say … she sounded almost, deadly. I’d never been more turned on. How was a little accountant she-wolf interrogating a mid-level mafia guy and fucking killing it? Only my mate, I thought to myself. The goddess is indeed still working her magic, I believed that now more than ever.