The Mafia Doll Novels & Stories

a deep voice reports The scarred face morphed into a triumped smile, his unequal detention out in full display as he smiled widely. "No mistake will be forgiven this time" The scared face replied and dropped the call. "Finally got you, Computer Doll" George Fredrik, leader of Raiders declared happily. Audrey Nathan is like a world most precious tool for Mafias, she could break into any defense on their internet access and also build a wall that's impossible to crack, so Mafia organisations refers to a precious tool as she could help them get into their rival's computers, dig up their secrets to use against them.

“But that’s all I’ll say, ma’am. And you didn’t hear it from me. Understood?” Logan pulled me aside before I could say anything. He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling heavily. “We need to be careful, Ella. If Daniels is involved...” “Involved in what?” I pressed. He looked at me, anguish evident in his eyes. “Ella, Daniels is known for being corrupt. He’s the guy the Mafia goes to when they want things hidden.” My heart sank. The implications of what Logan was suggesting were vast and terrifying. If the Mafia was meddling with evidence, then our fight wasn’t just against a potentially crooked cop and a jerk of a lawyer, but someone far more sinister.

He had raised her to be someone to be feared; she also had another name in the Mafia world. She was known as Belladonna or The Poisonous Nightshade Princess, a prodigy in poisons and a poison herself. Maximus Don had experimented on quite a number of kids from his first wife, trying to reform them into the perfect poison. Many babies had died as a result, but Lana had survived. She was the embodiment of a perfect experiment. A drop of her blood was enough to kill a fully grown adult. Her sweat and saliva, when ingested, could bring about immediate paralysis, and she was immune to any sort of poison. How she married Gray or why Maximus let her go was something only she and Gray himself knew,

"I know that Damian doesn't take payments in people. That's not how he operates — not usually." The word usually landed with weight. "So this was unusual," I said. "You being here is unusual." She said it plainly, without drama. "Anyone who's been in this house more than a week can see that." I turned my cup in my hands. "Someone told me — implied, really — that he asked for someone unclaimed." I kept my voice even. "That he specifically requested that." Mara's expression didn't change, but something behind it did. A small internal adjustment, barely visible.

Ella's pov He left me hanging, my panties are with him the devil 👿, I did my business and moved to the waiting room, the place was set. One thing about the mafia they are good at throwing parties, this is really beautiful I said to myself peeping from the door. The deco was amazing and don't get me started about the men and women looked, they all look exquisite. Many looked out calculating their next move of course it's a mafia party and violence is their language. Dennis mom came over looking into my eyes.

Five guards step out of it, and fall into step behind me instantly. With my phone in a pocket, and a pistol in my hand; eyes filled with deathly fury as we approach. The moment I step in, the sight before me makes my heart stop. Not because its new, I've seen thousands of dead bodies, it was worse after an all out war between two ruthless mafia Lords. What made my heart stop is the implication. "This is a lot." I mutter, noting the extent of damage that had been done. The thought of innocents being murdered, and killed for something they didn't do or had no idea of; makes my heart ache.

She strapped the cock back on and fucked me slowly on the floor while the family watched, claiming me as her personal trophy in front of everyone. I came hard around the strap-on, moaning her name as my mind sank deeper into submission. The mafia had bought me. And I was already addicted to being their shared, broken, willing pet.

Chapter 1: Interest in Flesh Trope: Mafia / Debt / Captive Heat Level: [NOIR] The basement smelled like damp concrete and expensive cigars. Sofia sat on a wooden chair, her hands tied behind her back. She looked up as the heavy metal door groaned open. Marco stepped in. He wasn't wearing a suit today…just a black undershirt that showed off the tattoos climbing up his neck. He was the man her father owed five million dollars to. And since her father didn't have the cash, he had offered Sofia instead.

“I don’t know. I kept the papers safe. I don’t know how they got out.” “We trusted you,” the masked man said, tapping the frame with his barrel. “That’s why we chose your idea over Astor’s.” My mother lifted her face, her hands clasped together. “Please,” she sobbed. “Don’t do this.” “I wish I could believe you but Astor Giovanni came with proof of your betrayal.” He responded “I’m sorry,” the man said quietly. “But someone has to pay.” I squeezed my eyes shut. “Please….” The first gunshot tore through the house.

But there’s no time. “What do we know about the niece?” I ask as we climb into the car. “Not much. She’s eighteen, a senior in high school. Red hair, blue eyes.” “Anything else?” “Straight A’s. Doesn’t date.” “Doesn’t date?” I raise a brow. “Yup. No boyfriend. No drama.” What teenage girl in America doesn’t date? Weird. But she’s a mafia princess, so maybe not that weird. We arrive at Sal’s house around 3 p.m.