The Mafia's Obsession Full Movie Novels & Stories

My hands clenched into fists, nails digging into my palms as I struggled to hold myself together because I know the mafia hates to be disobeyed. An animalistic growl left his mouth, followed by a sharp raspy order, "I SAID, STRIP!!!”

Declan’s fury finally surfaced. “Do I look like I give a damn about it? Sierra is mine. I didn’t give her revenge for nothing. Now that it’s over she must keep in mind she belongs here. Call it obsession or whatever you want. And about our mafia, I believe in my capability. Today or tomorrow we will make our mafia stand in New York among Bratva and Italians!”

Leonardo gently picked up the water glass again and passed it to Natalia's pale, lifeless body. "Have this." The infamously impatient Mob boss repeated icily, leaving no room for arguments. Natalia dazedly stretched out her hand to receive it. But suddenly, she stopped midway blinking back into focus. Feeling the burning adrenaline back, she slapped it out of his hand with a murderous rage! No wonder he wasn't dead. He wasn't just one of them, but head of them! The bastard who killed her family and scarred her for life! North America's most wanted Mafia Don!.

he said skeptically. Before he could protest further, I pressed the play button and leaned against his shoulder. “It’s even more intense than any action movie. It’s a mafia story as well.” “Oh, okay. That’s good then.” I bit my lower lip to keep from laughing. I was secretly hoping that no mansion staff or Stephen’s associates would suddenly show up. It would be embarrassing if they caught us watching this kind of movie.

“Unless the great Mafia Don is only good at ordering executions from behind a desk.” Drake’s eyes darkened completely, a low, dangerous chuckle escaping his chest. “Careful, Donna. Your mouth is writing checks your skill can’t cash yet.”

This was my only chance to save my mum, else I would have left this place. “Exactly. If that man walks in here tonight, nobody better screw up, else your head is on a stake and the government, not even the president can do anything about it.” Another waiter laughed nervously. “I just want to see the woman he’s bringing.” “Woman?” someone asked. “Yeah, I heard he’s obsessed with her.” Something about that sentence twisted inside my chest and for some reason, Adrian flashed through my mind again. Men like him belonged in places like this. Not with someone like me.

"Martina, what the hell has gotten into you? Are you actually trying to kill her?" Looking down at Camilla, unconscious in his arms, Antonio's eyes reddened. I hadn't seen him lose control like this in years. The last time was at our wedding. Under the witness of our family elders, he'd held me close and kissed me in that sacred cathedral, his tears falling onto my face. "Martina, I've finally made you mine." But now, his desperation was no longer for me. It was for another woman. With Camilla unconscious, Antonio had no interest in dealing with me. He rushed out with her in his arms, shouting for Luca Ricci, his Underboss, to get the doctor.

Dominic’s POV The underground club was alive with shadowsand smoke. Bass thumped through the walls, aheartbeat beneath the city, where men like methrived. Deals were made here. Fortunes sealedin blood and silence. I stood at the back of a private booth, fingerswrapped around a glass of whiskey, watchingthe men at the table. Three of them. Russian.Old money. Arrogant bastards. They thoughtthey could sit in my city and negotiate terms. I let them talk—for now.

As my men dragged them away, I stayed behind, letting the quiet settle. The Mafia world wasn't about feelings especially in this city . It was about blood, trust, respect, Power and sometimes, about reminding little rats who the real predator was. I loosened my tie, took another deep breath, and made a call. The line clicked once before she answered and I was surprisingly calm instead of the rage in my head. "Leo," Alessia said with a tight voice.

As anticipated, Sebastian's heavy footsteps clunk down the stairs towards the kitchen, weighted with unresolved tension. “Hey man, so how’d it go?” I ask, though his eye-roll gives it away; the storm hasn’t cleared. “She’s one hell of a stubborn woman. I’m just trying to keep her safe from the madness out there, but she never seems to get it. We live in a chaotic world, and being involved with the mafia is like standing on a cliff’s edge, ready to topple into danger.” “Maybe it's time to just act on it. You've got feelings, she's got feelings. You know my stand on this – no one's gonna judge. The people that matter won't mind, and those who mind don’t matter.”