The Mafia's Obsession Novels & Stories

Ophelia and I never got mad? Ofélia was the owner of the house and she was the one who coordinated everything and made sure that everything was impeccable, that the girls were presentable and that the house was running at full speed, this luxury club was another bet of La cosa nostra, the mafia that I commanded had several other investments spread across the country and that were used to launder money, Montenegro and the CIA was a clear example of this. __" you can give us privacy girls we'll call you later. After the women left us alone, I took another sip of whiskey, licking my lips, wiping away any remaining drops.

He sighed again, "Have you heard of the mafia?" Even though I had guessed this fact already, my heart stilled. The man I liked was in the fucking mafia. I nodded slowly. "Half of this country is occupied by us. The Italian Mob. The Cosa Nostra. Call it what you want. The other half is the Russians'." He supplied quietly, then something seemed to get ignited in him, and his eyes flared. "The mafia is my family. My father was the head - the Don - earlier. Now I am."

*** It was already lunch and still no files, as expected. I already called my men and they went down to mess up the building. What Veronica doesn't know is that they aren't just clients, the Morristons are a small mafia under-group that works for us. I send her there to see if she could handle them, if she is to be my queen she has to be able to deal with the fuckers. Pablo told she held herself pretty well, even before I was on the phone. I check my last email and leave my office walking up to her.

He looked almost broken. "I need the evidence April. Gabrielle Genovese is part of the Mafia, and we need to make her face the law." He said, his voice sounding hollow. April shook her head. "No, we won't do that. We're going to pack our stuff and get the fuck out of here because the people we work for are assholes, they've been taking money from the mafia for years and covering up their track, they've been sabotaging our investigation, they've been getting us killed while they stocked themselves up with dirty money, so we won't be doing shit for them." April yelled as she stepped into his space.

she was trembling, “It's not like I'm important, no one would miss me anyway, my parents are too busy sniffing…” “That's not the point.” “Then what is?” I stood up and removed my clothes, “The point is the man has ties to the mafia, didn't you know this?” “Why would I ?” I placed my t-shirt over my head. “I forgot you don't pay attention to anything but your fool of an ex I*******m.” “Hey…” I threw the pillow at her, “Keeping it real, now let's go downstairs and celebrate the fact that you still have your life.” She dragged me by the hand.

“Quit looking at me and sign the damn papers already. We've got a lot of other things to get to.” I nodded nervously, skimming over the papers quickly, my pen poised over the signature line. It would be fatal to defy my father. Norman Stravkos was a no nonsense man. The head of a powerful underground Mafia gang. A pesky drug lord that evaded the hands of the law like sudden lightening. His word was law, and his actions — unbred chaos.

It never ends well. Obsession is lethal. It creeps in quietly, wrapping itself around you like comfort, but it suffocates in the end. It erases who you were and replaces it with hunger. If I stay, the person I am will disappear, replaced by someone who longs for a violent man, a sadistic killer. Obsession has never been a good trait, and this one terrifies me more than he ever could. More than what happened earlier tonight. Being locked in that office was horrifying, but this is worse. This feels like addiction, deep and consuming.

Elijah shouted back. He wasn't going to keep quiet and allow Eric intimate him because he is sitting on his couch… “I can't marry Jane or whoever is that, I suggest you ask for something else Elijah” Eric said, trying as much as he can to put his voice down because it won't do him any good raising his voice at Elijah knowing fully well the kind of person he is. In their Mafia world they know the people to watch out for and Elijah is one of those people not because he had so much power but because of William king, his father, however he won't let Elijah subject him or manipulate him into doing what he doesn't want to.

It showed how much control he had over her. He started talking again and she forced herself to listen. "Where we're going isn't just an ordinary place." He began. "You'll be stepping into the den of powerful mafia men and underdogs." "Is it a bad place?" She asked, her eyes round with curiosity. "Yes. It is. These men can do whatever they want, and it's totally normal in the mafia world. But as long as you're wearing this, no one there can touch you." He touched the pentagram, his fingers brushing her cleavage.

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.