The Mafia's Obsession Novels & Stories

The badass bîtch young woman yelled. Valerie stared at the young woman who looked just like her age and inwardly rolled her eyes at her then slowly stood up. She was about to leave the room when the young woman began talking again. "I asked you a question oh wait" The badass lady narrowed her eyes at Valerie. "You're the newest slave if I'm not wrong. You are the one whose brother dared to steal from our capo m de la mafia (meaning mafia boss in Mexico). I guess it's a family type of thing because now you're making out with the underboss after sleeping with the mob boss" she rolled her eyes and shook her head.

“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.

I asked the next question as soon as it bubbled up in my head. He tilted his head from left to right in no. He exhaled deeply and said, "I left him because his brutality was getting worse every day. As you know, he is in the mafia, therefore he wanted both of his sons to join the same. He was creating us in that manner. In reality, I was doing the same till I was eighteen. He was teaching us how to satisfy our selfish motives even if it meant cruelly killing the people. I was completing any tasks that my father used to ask of me. I couldn't help but accept that following my father's orders was everything to me. But then I understood that even though I could make my father happy by killing an

"Go fuck the devil, bastard!" He pressed the trigger and the loud gunshot echoed inside the library. Dante's head blew open, splattering blood everywhere, his brains spewing out. Blood splattered on his sons yet they remained silent, averting their eyes. They didn't cry over the death of their father. They didn't even flinch. They were ready to die as proud mafia men. Isabella on the other hand quickly looked away. She gripped the sofa tightly, hating what Antonio was doing, hating that he was making her watch it. If she had known something like this would happen, she would have remained in the room.

Isabella’s pov “One more shot, Bella,” Camila insisted, her grin impossibly wide. I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t stop the small smile that tugged at my lips. “Fine,” I said, raising the glass. The alcohol burned going down, but the warmth spread through me, mingling with the nervous excitement of tomorrow. My wedding day. “See? That wasn’t so bad,” Camila teased, clinking her glass against mine. “Now, take another. You’ll thank me later.”

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.

My Mama screamed when She came in and set sight on it for the first time, something about wanting to give my father a heart attack? “I love it. I want to be me,” I took a final look at my face in the mirror, hating how pale my lips looked. I grabbed a dark red lipstick, running it over my pout while Mama gave me the breakdown of the people who were at church already. The Mafia, as insane as they were, did not slack when it comes to church activities. As I child, I took regular mass, a lot of confessions and lots more. Made men came to church every Sunday with their wives, flaunting their fake love for Gucci and their horrible choking smell of black opium. Silvia says they are speaking attent

Vlad had kept such close tabs on her the past six months that she couldn't buy a cup of coffee without his knowing about it within minutes. "blyad!" he swore. The damn woman had obsessed his brain to the point that he was making up imaginary lovers to torture himself with. He was a goddamn mafia boss. He was the Boss. He didn't need a woman distracting him from business. Not with ever present enemies waiting to pounce on a weakness, and certainly not with the Bratva sending in Petrov to check on his American operation and report back to Mother Russia.