The Mafia's Obsession Full Movie Novels & Stories

But the hunger for answers still gnawed at me. The something clicked "Silly girl, what if he had poisoned it?" I shook my head "Not possible, he wouldn't risk that much" Pushing the tray aside, I grabbed my laptop and opened the browser. Typing Nesa Caistro into the search bar, I held my breath as the results loaded. The first few links painted a grim picture: an organized Mafia group operating on a global scale, shrouded in secrecy and terror. The FBI had yet to collect solid evidence against them. My stomach turned as the pieces began to fall into place.

ok says Ibrahim, both sleep and after some days Ibrahim gets well perfectly, right now Ibrahim was making love to mehak, just then Ibrahim phone ranged up, he doesn't want to receive it but seen caller name he says Jaan this is important he received it and says hello, hello me Ibrahim I am your Dr I got your money to thank you, Ibrahim sir if you want some more help just call me, Ibrahim says ok and cuts the call, on the other hand, Dr wife says Ibrahim khan gave you this much money why? dr says because he loves his wife very much he can do anything for her you see mafia possessive love, Ibrahim made love to mehak and says this mafia man can do anything for his mehak, only you can make me on

"Fun fact my kitten, if I didn't kill him, he would have died a painful death at the hands of the Dark mambas. Once you are in the Mafia there's no getting out, except you are dead, so he was already a dead man," "I just did him the honors," he said before letting me go. I collapsed on the floor immediately, and then I held onto my neck, rubbing it and sobbing. Farrell didn't bother to spare me a glance. Someone knocked at the door immediately, and he grabbed his gun. Then he cocked it, and walked slowly towards the front door. Thinking of the fact that it could possibly be one of the Dark mambas, my heart skipped a beat and I reduced my voice. I wanted to stop crying but I couldn't, so I re

I bit my lips as I heaved a sigh, "The name on the file is Jaylen Noire Adryan, I am sure you are aware of that." "Yes, I am very well aware," Alexis put off her massage chair. How would anybody decide to just wake up and kill Jaylen, it's like signing a death contract and I didn't sign one. "And you want me to kill him? That man Is well protected, I am also sure you are well aware of that," I tried my best to be calm because I'm around Alexis. The person they wanted me to eliminate is one of the youngest, most successful and notorious mafia lords, Jaylen Noire Adryan. He is the king of the underground world and he is the kind of person someone like me would never want to cross paths with.

Marco’s eyes darkened. “All of it.” I unhooked my bra and let my full tits spill out. My nipples were already hard. Then I slid my thong down my legs, stepping out of it. I stood completely naked in front of four dangerous mafia men. Marco walked around me slowly, inspecting every inch. He cupped one tit and squeezed hard, then slid his hand between my legs. Two thick fingers rubbed along my slit and pushed inside me easily. “Already wet,” he said with a low chuckle. “Dirty little slut. You like the idea of paying your daddy’s debt with this tight cunt, don’t you?”

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.

“Because once I tell you who I am, there’s no going back.” “I want the truth,” she says. “Who are you?” “I am connected to an ancient mafia family,” I tell her. “We began in Rome a long time ago, to fight against police corruption. Over the years, we expanded and took on new business interests. I handle certain American operations.” I could tell her more, but I stop there. This is enough to see how she reacts. Will she panic? Or will she stay? She nods slowly, then meets my gaze. “Did you kill those men last night? Don’t lie to me, I’ll know. Did you?”

My father spoke out as he wiped a tear from his eyes from laughing so hard. “What is it?” I asked shortly. The familiar pain in my heart was returning, and I needed to see if Allegra’s letter came today. “As you know, the Italian and American Mafias have never been so successful, profitable, and organized.” Xavier spoke out as he leaned back in his chair. I walked back over to the bottle of whiskey and poured myself another glass.

“You wear my ring. You sleep in my bed. You carry my name. That makes you mine. Every inch of you. And if you ever let that bastard touch you again, I’ll make sure neither of you can ever walk again.” Aria’s eyes widened in horror. “You want to know what happens when a woman disrespects a mafia Don?” he sneered. “Keep playing with fire, Aria, and you’ll find out.” “You’re sick,” she whispered, the fear creeping into her voice. “This isn’t love, this is obsession.”

Santiago wordlessly left us alone after placing Lili’s suitcase and giving me a nod, closing the door behind him. She grabbed my hands. Her voice went soft. “Okay, Harp. Spill. All of it. No sugar-coating. If you tell me you’re in the mafia, I want at least two free drinks before I process it.” I laughed. But the laugh faded quickly. My hands tightened around hers. “Okay. Listen. It started… stupidly, really. It started with Lance. Well, not really, it started with Sophia and her fake birthday present.” Her eyes sharpened instantly. “Your sister and that creep? I swear he…”