The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover Novels & Stories

There are other mafias too but these are good mafias. French Mafia is from Amelia's side family and my and Amelia's marriage was an arrangement but eventually we fell in love and had seven kids. Time to say bye to Italy for some time.

It was so disgusting that I almost threw up. He put his hand on my belly and stroked it gently, his palm still warm from Emily's body heat. "Was the baby good today, honey? You know how long I've wanted this child, right, Stephanie?" For ten years, William had whispered to me every night, telling me how badly he wanted a child. That never stopped him from pretending to love me with his dirty hands that had touched another woman, though. The affection and happiness I thought we shared turned out to be full of nothing but secrets and lies. Now that I had uncovered his true colors, the reality was nothing short of despair.

Politicians, businessmen, mafia heirs, and renegade leaders moved up the wide steps in formal black, every face hidden behind a mask, every identity supposedly unknown for the span of one night. Rocco opened the rear door. Alessandro stepped out first, adjusted his jacket with a single smooth motion, and turned to offer his hand to me. When I reached for it he changed his mind, settled both hands at my waist, and lifted me down as if I weighed nothing. My silver heels touched the stone. I smoothed the gown, felt the open back shift against my skin, and straightened my shoulders. Liora’s earlier advice echoed in my mind. Vaelina would be here alongside my stepmother and father. I was no longe

I'd like to believe that he wouldn't think of me in that manner as long as he had other women to screw. "If I understand properly, it's just six months till your wedding," the store owner chimed in. She was the only one who seemed to be happy. It should come as no surprise that she would be quite wealthy now. The ultimate marriage between the Chicago and New York mafias was expected to be a grand occasion. Money wasn't important.

I gestured vaguely. "A war room?" Dante suggested. "Yes." "That's accurate." I moved closer to the boards. Some of the photographs showed unfamiliar men. Others showed buildings warehouses, docks, clubs. A few had red marks drawn over them. "What are these?" I asked quietly. "Problems." That was such a Dante answer. I turned toward him. "You deal with problems like this every day?" "Yes." "And people still think joining the mafia is glamorous," I muttered. His gaze sharpened slightly. "No one joins this world because it's glamorous."

“He’s head over heels with you. Don’t tell me you’re thinking about their Paris trip that he and that bitch get back together?” “I thought of that,” I admitted. “I thought you love and trust that hot lord?” Camila pointed out. “Of course, I do.” I rolled my eyes. “And he’s not a lord.” “To us, he is. That must be them.” Camila stood up when the door swung open. “Ugh!” I shut my eyes closed. I didn’t have to look at the door since my man would be impossible to be around. And they would be lip-locking with their husbands at this very moment.

His spy will keep searching for means of my livehood but will never see, they would want yo know the love of my life but she's taken, they will only see me to be the gay and abnormal man, drinking to stupor at a club or bar after some hectic days at the gym center. "Oh Emilia..." I groaned out in pains, my heart weeping at the way she was shot dead. They never allowed me to bury her, they took her corpse from me. One of the weird things which makes me to retire from me my mafia position. What's the use of being a mafia lord yet , I could not save my wife, I could not retrieve her corpse from my enemies. Some said, her stomach were ripped apart and her foetus which was my first fruit fed to D

Who is she fucking and how is it that the guy got so damn lucky? I wish I was that lucky. But with my arranged marriage to Elena Kubikova, the chances are low. Pizdets! But I can’t think of that now. My mind is fully occupied with my chief accountant and her naked pictures. I glance at the time on the clock. It's clear that Maurice won't be showing up today. This is just another instance of him making empty promises and then not following through. My pants are still hanging halfway down, splattered with my own cum. That was one big fucking orgasm I just had. My chief accountant just blew my mind unlike any woman before.

**Vanessa’s POV** "Woah!" I exclaimed as I fell into the arms of a strong man. Luckily, he was quick to catch me and steadied me. I turned around to face the man, who had a well-chiseled face, piercing blue eyes, and a strand of hair falling over his forehead. How did I know he was part of the mafia? Maybe it was the distinct tattoos and the rings he wore that gave it away. "Hi..." I stammered.

Or when they'd tear the page of the model or actress they liked and keep it somewhere secret, or stalk her everywhere they could find her and see all the movies they could get their hands on. Michael had never done this for no other reason but the simple truth - he'd never really been that much attracted by anyone. But it was right then and there, miles away from the world he knew and the people he was used to, that he realized if he ever had to choose one person to look in secret, and who was the embodiment of all the things Michael wanted to touch and taste- this was the man sitting opposite him in the armchair. The man was almost his age, or perhaps a year or two older.