The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover Mga Nobela at Kwento

He took care of me like a daughter and all I did was push him away. I sighed and zipped up my bag. 'Here goes nothing, Adam,' I said and left the house. I found a driver waiting at the exact spot I told him to and chuckled in disbelief. Adam was excited to see me. I entered the car with a smile and looked out of the window throughout the drive. The Mafia lived in a secluded estate on the hilltop. I figured it was almost impossible for someone to run away from there without getting caught. I stepped out of the car and found Adams waiting for me with four escorts.

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.

A few minutes later, Luciano’s car pulled up before his secret mafia base. He stepped out of the vehicle, followed closely by Luca and Reid. On the surface, it was a high-end club that operated twenty-four-seven, filled with pounding music and neon lights—but no one knew what happened beneath the floorboards.

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.

“Alessandro… please. Just let me explain.” “Explain?” I stepped closer until only a few feet separated us. I could see the rapid rise and fall of her chest, the way her lips trembled. “There is nothing to explain. You destroyed me. You took the only real thing I had in this blood-soaked world and you crushed it. And now I find you here, letting strangers put their hands on you for money. Does it feel good, Adriana? Knowing you went from mafia princess to club whore?”

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.

Jacopo and Alessandro had to have done something to them, and I couldn't find it in me to care what that was. "You know," Luca grunted as we lifted opposite ends of a beautiful, antique armoire, "I still can't believe you're banging a mafia boss. Does that make you queen of the mafia? I have so many questions." I rolled my eyes at Luca's crude language. "I'm not 'banging' anyone. And being with Jacopo doesn't make me queen of anything. It's not like that." "Sure, sure," he said, winking at me. "But you have to admit, it's kind of hot. The forbidden romance between the mafia prince and the outsider."

He's really run out of love for her, I tell myself. I start to worry if he's okay when the clock’s short hand hits 8 PM. Is he safe? Is he back home? Are there casualties? I start asking myself as if I should. Well, I need to know if my boss is okay. Heaven knows I care a lot for him more than I should. He is my boss, not just that, a Mafia boss at that , I remind myself. I drag myself upstairs making my way into my room but I meet a shocker. I see my boss sitting on the couch, drinking from a bottle of whiskey.

"Oh no. I came to warn you." "Why?" "Because when your empire falls…" he said lightly, "…it will be very inconvenient for my business." Typical mafia logic. Luca muttered under his breath. "Generous." The man ignored him. Instead, his eyes shifted back to me again. Lingering. Studying. And that strange look of recognition returned. Dante noticed and his voice dropped a few degrees colder. "You're staring again." The man tilted his head slightly. "Yes." "Stop." "But she's fascinating."

“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.