The Mafia's Obsession Novels & Stories

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.”

"But you should know by now, you’re no match for me." Rafael exhaled, slow and measured, like he was bored. He lifted his gun and pressed a slow, mocking kiss to the barrel, his eyes gleaming with amusement. The mafia leader took a step forward, voice tight with frustration. "You know why this happened." Rafael cocked his head. "Do I?" "You betrayed me!" The man snapped. "You were my second-in-command! Then you disappeared, and suddenly, you outrank me. Your business is bigger than mine. Your men poach my clients…

But the hunger for answers still gnawed at me. The something clicked "Silly girl, what if he had poisoned it?" I shook my head "Not possible, he wouldn't risk that much" Pushing the tray aside, I grabbed my laptop and opened the browser. Typing Nesa Caistro into the search bar, I held my breath as the results loaded. The first few links painted a grim picture: an organized Mafia group operating on a global scale, shrouded in secrecy and terror. The FBI had yet to collect solid evidence against them. My stomach turned as the pieces began to fall into place.

Natalie’s POV “Are you 100% sure Lucien?” He frowned slightly before finally answering me… “Ok fine…I heard you…” “Good…where are you headed after now?” “Uh I’ll just head out for a while. I have some things to take care of then I’ll be back home in a short while…” “What’s it about?” “It’s just business matters…” “Business? Lucien?” “Mafia business…between me and Don Nichole… you have nothing to worry about trust me…”

"I didn't choose this life, Bianca. It chose me. It's inbred in me that I can't walk away from it even if I tried. The moment you're a male in the famiglia, you're a part of the mafia, whether you like it or not. I took an oath when I was old enough to decide for myself. I can't break that oath as long as I live. The only way out of the mafia is death." "Will you ever know peace? These gang wars, this territory dispute. It must be draining to always expect an attack." "It's the mafia, Bianca, not a Disneyland fairytale." I joked, chuckling lightly. She looked at me undeterred. "But does the nightmare ever end?" A small smile touched my lips. "Once in a while," I said softly. Truthfully. "Aft

He scoffed. "Oh, that's really kind of sad." I mumbled. This was the worst kind of loveless marriage. They weren't even friends, and I couldn't call them strangers either. Just a power obsessed witch and heartbroken fellow living under the same roof. It was scary. "It's not all sunshine in the mafia world. There are a lot of sad stories. That's why... That's why..." "That's why what?" I asked as he fiddled with his hands. Pablo stood up and grabbed a bottle of whiskey from his table. He poured himself a full cup and gulped everything down in one breath.

Nicole stared at her laptop, eyes roving around the white screen. Her hands eagerly danced on the keyboard. She was perturbed, she was frightened, she was scared. Any words that could describe this sudden agitation and horror that she was drowning in. She was petrified as she kept on surfing on the net. Mafia. She was researching about mafias. The more she searched, the more horror struck she became. "A mafia is a type of criminal organisation whose central activity is the arbitration of disputes between criminals and the organization and efforcement of illicit agreements through the use of violence"

“I was never your soldier, Bellini. I was his. And the night I killed that man in front of your woman… it was all staged to bring her to you. To create the perfect obsession.” Matteo’s gun rose. “Why?” “Because obsession makes the strongest alliances,” the Architect replied. “And because your sons carry something rare — a genetic key to certain… opportunities in our world.” I felt sick. “You used me as breeding stock?” The Architect’s expression softened almost imperceptibly. “I gave you power. Love. A man who would burn the world for you. Was it so terrible?” Gunfire suddenly erupted from the shadows — Romano’s last loyalists, or perhaps another faction. Chaos filled the sacred space. Matte

"It is an oath of secrecy taken, swearing not to divulge the activities of the mafia to law enforcement agencies. You won't be allowed to have unmonitored phone calls, e-mails or texts as every thing will now be monitored by the mafia. You also can't go on unsupervised trips or vacations. All your movements will be monitored and track. You shouldn't be seen with the police either. You will have to be branded as belonging to the Mafia. And the punishment if you don't sign or break any of the rules is...death" My jaws dropped and my heart sank. What the hell? What was all these? I didn't know the Mafia was this dangerous and serious. I thought it was just criminal gangs who fought occasionally

I need to get out of here, not again. "I thought you wanted to die in there. Are you done? Or do you want me to come wash your back?" He asked licking his lips. Is he fantasizing about this already? Goodness! He's sicker than I thought. He is a completely gross human being. I looked down at his bulge and gulped, he's already hard? Is he some sort of sex machine? Do the Mafia guys see nothing but sex in women? I guess they are all the same.