The Mafia's Obsession Novels & Stories

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.

“But I’m glad of it. It only increased my desire to sit on the throne and to achieve it, I will do anything.” I nodded. “So what does this mafia do? Scam people? Sell people?” “We make rules and we break rules. We don’t do the things you said but other clans do. We deal with corporate, weapons, and other things.” Again I nodded and then I kept quiet. “Can I also ask you something?” he asked. He looked into my eyes as if he was searching for something in it. “Didn’t you ever feel anything for me from the day we met? Not at least once?”

New York City sprawled in glittering lights beyond the tall windows, adding to the glamour of the night. All these did not still sit well with me. The mafia men starting up businesses just to cover up their tracks which consisted of money laundering, drug trafficking, murder and so much more. However, Vincent had recently explained his reason for joining the mafia after swearing off it all his life. There was really no way out, so I had to learn to deal with all these… at least, for him, and the sacrifice he made to keep me safe. Standing near the bar, I sipped my champagne, scanning the crowd until my gaze landed on Owen’s girlfriend, Mae.

"No kidding." He ignored my sarcasm, remaining impassive. "The Russian mafia wants to take over our property in New York. They’re expanding too fast, eliminating competitors, claiming new territories. They’re cutting old deals and establishing new ones—on their own terms. Luigi Romano is caught in the middle of it." I swallowed hard, feeling a knot form in my stomach.

My Uncle's grip on his cutleries tightened while others just stare at me like I had grown another set of heads. Rolan swallow his last bite of food and cleans the sides of his mouth with a white napkin before placing it beside his plate. "What gave it way?" I shrug. "The tattoos." "You understand my language?" "Yes" "interesting, " He muse. His eyes still holds the same intent as earlier. Something about this man puts me off. I really don't know what it is but something about him feels off. I know about the Russian mafia, the number one, most powerful mafia to exist. Followed by the Spanish mafia and then the Italian mafia.

“As in the mafia?” Lorenzo met her eyes without flinching. "Yes," he said. "The same Salvatore who owns half of Brooklyn Town. We rule with power and we’re feared for a reason." A chill ran down her spine. She wasn’t sure if it was fear… or the thrill of knowing she stood so close to a man like him. “You’re not joking?” she asked again. “I’m not joking.” There was no lie in his eyes. This man is the famous Lorenzo Salvatore.

She knew who Lucas referred to as the underworld's rulers. "The Mafia," she murmured. "Yes, the Mafia," Lucas nodded. "So, what is the connection of all this with them?"Clara asked. Lucas shook his head, "What happened today doesn't have any connection with them, but it's related to me." Clara tried to understand, but her mind led her to one conclusion that was difficult for her to believe. "Oh God, you're one of them," Clara gasped and covered her mouth. "Yes, Cla. I'm one of them," Lucas smiled briefly, "my parents' death brought me into this dark world—to the underworld, seeking revenge that Mark couldn't take for my father's death."

I was no longer just his possession. I was becoming his obsession. And in the dangerous world of the mafia, obsessions like this… never ended quietly.