The Mafia's Obsession Novelas e Histórias

Luca's voice came through. "Yeah." Alejandro's eyes swept the room calmly as he replied. Damon sat on the upper gallery overlooking the club, his aura tangible, cold, and dominantly untouchable, dressed in a black silk shirt with the top buttons undone, revealing the hard planes of his sculpted chest. His hazel eyes remained fixed on Alejandro from where he sat, tracking his every movement with unsettling focus. "Damon controls the most dangerous mafia syndicate on the East Coast," Agent Luca's voice crackled softly through the communication chip hidden inside Alejandro's ear. "Arms trafficking, narcotics, human trafficking, all wrapped beneath the façade of a billionaire philanthropist."

"Most are, though. Horrible people. The only good one I've seen is the boss." A snort escaped from my mouth the moment he said that. Yeah, that was it. But maybe that was how the mafia lords worked. Maybe this was what they did best... draw you in with enough intensity and obsession, and once one believed it, once you began to fall for them and their amazing tongues which seemed to work wonders behind close quarters, they dropped you. Did I even love him? I wasn't sure. I wouldn't have left so early if I did, right? Maybe I was close to it. Maybe that was what scared me more than anything.

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.

She asked, trying to mask her irritation with her curiosity. Chiara stared at her sister, her face was red and she kept blinking. She gulped the rest of the alcohol down and let out a loud gasp but slid the cup back to Matteo as if asking for more. “Dante is a terrible and lewd person. In the two—maybe three days I’ve been there, this man has touched me in the most discomforting ways. He has these weird rules and is possessive.” Matteo slid the glass back to her, his eyes also curious like Aria's. “As you can see, it’s a slow day, so please tell us everything.”

After he stayed at the headquarters for almost five hours, Terrence returned inside the mansion to rest. All these mafia boss’ obligations drained him down. He could not believe it till now that a nerd who was once humiliated and despised would become the head of the largest organization in the country. He plopped his tired body on the bed. The memories of how it all began surged back into his head. He closed his eyes as he let the memory engulf him. It was a peaceful Saturday morning. The sun shone brightly and the warm breeze of midsummer air was like enticing people to go out and enjoy it, but young Terrence and Troy were busy reading and arguing about the history of their clan inside Ter

“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.”

Tony said simply. “What like the Mafia?” Said Grace shocked. “The Mafia is the Italian version, you already met Xan who is the Chinese Gang Syndicate leader and you already met the European one as well!" Tony said carefully. “Xan, that arsehole I just stared down?” Grace said and Tony nodded. "Who is the European one?” She asked quickly. Tony sighed and said “Kurt Blackwood!” There was a silence as the blood drained out of Grace’s face. She felt like someone had ripped her heart out and kicked her in the stomach at the same time.

I bit my lips as I heaved a sigh, "The name on the file is Jaylen Noire Adryan, I am sure you are aware of that." "Yes, I am very well aware," Alexis put off her massage chair. How would anybody decide to just wake up and kill Jaylen, it's like signing a death contract and I didn't sign one. "And you want me to kill him? That man Is well protected, I am also sure you are well aware of that," I tried my best to be calm because I'm around Alexis. The person they wanted me to eliminate is one of the youngest, most successful and notorious mafia lords, Jaylen Noire Adryan. He is the king of the underground world and he is the kind of person someone like me would never want to cross paths with.

"I was just a pleasuring tool for him, for his business partners. No matter how I throw myself at him, he will not even look at me. We never had any intimate relationship. Every mafia don has a female for pleasure, so he had me. My work was just to be as sultry as he wanted, he just saw me as an employee. My role with him was only in the spa. I had never set my foot in his room until the day you fell ill after punishment." Emma's confession shocked Seraphina. "He's good to everyone, but why did he ruin my life? If he was angry, he could have just shot me like he had been doing to people. "Why would he take advantage of me?" Seraphina sobbed helplessly. "Boss is attracted to you," Emma replie

After a tedious day working at a café, and a tedious evening spent in taking classes and getting to know the happenings of the area, he had wanted a run, rather needed it. And so, he, against his better judgment, had changed into his wolf version after making sure that no was looking and sprinted off in a run into a nearby little forest. After the invigorating run , he had returned to the spot where he had kept his clothes, changed back to his human version, and went away, unaware that there had been a drunk fellow just around the corner that had seen him when he had returned from the run and transformed. It had come to light two years later, when he had become the leading mafia boss in the