The Mafia's Obsession Full Movie Novels & Stories

It was a little past 9 PM when the mansion's heavy silence began to thicken with tension. Vincenzo De Luca, ruthless Mafia boss, lay shirtless on a dark leather bench, his chiseled frame illuminated by the soft amber glow from the chandelier above. His eyes were half-closed, body relaxed, as the subtle scent of cedarwood cologne filled the air.

BANG. Both collapsed mid-charge, blood pooling beneath them. She could hardly process it. Less than twenty seconds, That’s all it took for him to take them all down. The room was silent again. The only ones left were Rafael, Celia, and the leader still holding her hostage. The man’s grip on her tightened, his entire body rigid. His breathing had turned shaky. Celia realized something then. He was scared of Rafael. The mafia leader’s lips curled into a snarl. "You love to rebel," he spat. "But you should know by now, you’re no match for me."

And for a moment, I just stood there, the silence pressing against the door like the world outside was trying to shove its chaos back at me. What the hell was that? I walked back inside, dragged a hand through my hair,trying to make sense out of what just happened, but nothing seemed to make sense, so i reached for my phone. There was only one person who could make that scene make sense: Marco. The call connected at second ring. “Marco,” I said flatly, “who the hell was the woman you sent to my room last night?” Marco was silent for some seconds before he spoke confused. Genuinely confused.

We drank, and she had come begging for a taste of my dick, and I gave her hot, more than she could handle. She swung and spun around the pool like a professional, her ass swinging around with her. The fun part is that she is always naked, unlike other strippers who will wear pants and a bra. She finished dancing and walked off the stage without glancing at anyone. “Let the banquet begin,” Father announced from the head table, his smirk aimed in my direction. I looked at him with a stern face. He must announce the start of the ceremony since he is the most powerful mafia ever known in Italy. Father is the head of La famiglia Oscura, the deadliest mafia.

I felt seriously nervous with the way their eyes were scrutinizing my whole body and it took me enough confident to turn to look at Leonardo. "Is that all?". I asked and then, he brought out a pen and offered it to me. "Sign the contract and be ours". Leonardo said to me but that wasn't what just I wanted, I wanted to be more than a SLUT to them. Meet the Domenico brother's, who kills people for a living. A mafia and the world's greatest nightmare. What happens when a contract of submission is offered to the innocent Miss Isabella Laurenza? Would their relationship turns out to be lust or bloody??? Find out, rated 18+

She was always ever so delightful to watch in the kitchen that sometimes I think my papa married her only for her food. My mamma had married Manuel Salvador, the most wanted mafia Lord and top criminal on the FBI’s list but she always acted like she was some ordinary woman and married to a farmer. She always paid no mind to my papa’s business affairs and in return she enjoyed very benefit befitting the wife of a president. When I was younger, I used to hate her naivety and the way she so easily brushed off matters that should have been of utmost concern. Matters like my papa’s affair with a top model in South Korea when he allegedly went on a business trip.

“I saw a documentary.” “Yeah?” Lee snaps. “Was it sandwiched between your mafia movie and an episode of Narcos?” Another chuckle rolls out of Jackson. This one’s sharper. More deliberate. Either he finds his little roommate funny — which he’s not. Okay, maybe a little. Or he’s figured all this out, and he’s savoring it. He’s way too placid. That sets me on edge. “Seriously, though,” Jesse barrels on, undeterred, “… there’s always a mafia. Russians, Irish, Yakuza — pick a flavor. You piss off the wrong one, you end up in a trunk. With them … everything is business. I’ve seen it.”

A grainy photo of me in Nikolai’s arms with both of us stumbling out of the bar like drunken lovers was plastered across the screen beneath a headline about Italy’s most untouchable crime lord and a “mystery woman.” My stomach dropped. And then the rest of the night hit me like a train. The drinks. The laughter. The heat. His mouth on mine. Oh no…oh no, no, no.. I stumbled out into the street forcing deep breaths as guilt and rage fought for dominance inside me. I went back to my office and dumped the flash drive with the files I'd gotten so far. I left a note there for Sterling which said: “This is all you’re getting. I'm off the case.”

Dante watched from his surveillance footage as Chiara exited the unfamiliar car parked in front of his gate. “What kind of trouble are you getting yourself into, Darling?” He muttered, his eyes still fixed on the screen. Chiara took one final glance at the driver, there were no words, only a forced smile before she entered his house. Dante smirked, she was staggering—visibly drunk and he knew who the driver of that car was. The same person he had been tracking and silently observing for years.

"There would be a drama, Cali. You don't like them, right? So you better not go." "Don't be so harsh, Assia. Besides, I think some action might appear. Violence. Blood. Guns," She laughed. "We're talking about the mafia here. Don't go underestimating them." "Cali, you know something," I stated. "Tehehe! I know nothing. And I wouldn't dare to know anything about that knowing that I will get to see something interesting." Yeah, they'll definitely fight back. They won't let us take them down that easy. Knowing that shitty father of Clea, he'll probably bring battalions of stupid bastards.