The Mafia's Obsession Novels & Stories

Most importantly I was an outsider there and he,perhaps was a De Niro or some rich spoil brat. I tried to walk past him but he blocked my way causing me to finally have a look of his appearance.He was of Stefano's age,no doubt also having the same handsome genes of De Niro males.His blonde curls falling over his head and his black eyes,they were dark both with lust and something more intense. I know men in the mafia are sex obsessed.Keeping concubines and prostitutes and even rape isn't surprising.It is in my own hand to save my dignity like I did all these years.

Seven? “Thank you,” she replied, flashing me a weak smile. “It’s a tough business, the mafia.” I wanted to know more, but I didn’t want to push. “I’m sure it is.” I’d heard horror stories about the mafia. Shootings and stabbings seemed to be common place. The mafia was notorious for hitmen, werewolves willing to kill a target for money. And I assumed the Santonio family, as one of the biggest mafia around, had a TON of hit men.

Obsessed. That was the word I had used, and it was truer than I had admitted even to myself. I was obsessed with her. Not just with her beauty, though that alone would have been enough to drive any man mad. Those icy grey eyes, that raven-black hair, the way she looked at me. It was the way she looked at me. Most people, when they looked at Alfredo De El, saw the mafia boss. The heir to an empire of blood. The man who had ordered deaths and ruined lives. They saw power, yes, but also danger. They saw someone to fear, to respect, to avoid.

* * * * * * * * * * PD Luciana wandered through the villa's garden, the scent of blooming flowers and freshly cut grass filling her lungs. But her mind wasn't on the serene surroundings. Alessandro's words echoed in her thoughts; "Antonio's family is Mafia... they're ruthless. They'll stop at nothing to get what they want." She shivered, despite the warmth of the sun on her skin. The Mafia's reputation was notorious - brutal killings, extortion, and corruption. They operated in the shadows, and their influence reached the highest echelons of power.

She was always ever so delightful to watch in the kitchen that sometimes I think my papa married her only for her food. My mamma had married Manuel Salvador, the most wanted mafia Lord and top criminal on the FBI’s list but she always acted like she was some ordinary woman and married to a farmer. She always paid no mind to my papa’s business affairs and in return she enjoyed very benefit befitting the wife of a president. When I was younger, I used to hate her naivety and the way she so easily brushed off matters that should have been of utmost concern. Matters like my papa’s affair with a top model in South Korea when he allegedly went on a business trip.

She is so mean and heartless! I would have continued glaring at her in anger for all the hurtful things she did to my husband, but I got distracted by the mention of Cartels, Mafia, and mob bosses. These are terms used by those in the Mafia, the mafia world is a very dangerous life to live. I don’t want to believe that Drake is involved in that kind of business, I just won’t believe it, not until I get a reasonable explanation from my husband. I focused on their conversation, I need more information. “You look surprised, don’t tell me you thought I couldn’t find you,” he said in a sarcastic tone.

He was sitting on the couch, as if waiting for her to wake up. Eva recalls last night how this man brutally murdered a man, and hatred has filled her heart. Eva looks into his eyes. “So it was true that you are associated with the mafia; then why didn't you agree when I asked the question?” Rafael laughs “You asked the wrong question, baby girl.” Rafael gets up and walks slowly towards her, and Eva tries hard to free herself. “No need to lie. I saw your cruelty last night.” “When did I say that I am not related to the mafia, but I am not only related to the mafia, but I am a MAFIA KING myself, baby girl?”

For some reason, the sight of Misha fucking Petrov rolling dough like some grim mafia Gordon Ramsay almost broke something in my chest. I turned away quickly, blinking fast. He said nothing. Just kept working beside me, shoulder brushing mine every so often, his heat leeching into my skin. I noticed the way his hands faltered over the dough, just for a second. The flicker in his eyes. Like the texture, the weight of it, pulled something buried up from the dark. Something he didn’t want to feel. I hated that every movement of his,every inch of him, was so maddeningly magnetic.

“Anniversary, Mumma,' giggled Ria, her eyes dancing in merriment,’ Of the day you married Pappa.’ I felt a slow flush creep up on my face. I had been through so much in my life with my Mafia Don that a simple anniversary somehow didn’t stand out in my memory. Piers wrapped his arm around my waist and Ria linked her arm through mine as they walked with me to the kitchen. Anniversary, I mused. * The obdurate Mafia Don Lucien Delano was missing his Underboss sorely. He was almost at the point where he flung himself at the fatuous man sitting at the other side of the table, his beady eyes on the Boss. The aging Columbian arms dealer and crimelord was sweating profusely, as he became aware of how

This was my only chance to save my mum, else I would have left this place. “Exactly. If that man walks in here tonight, nobody better screw up, else your head is on a stake and the government, not even the president can do anything about it.” Another waiter laughed nervously. “I just want to see the woman he’s bringing.” “Woman?” someone asked. “Yeah, I heard he’s obsessed with her.” Something about that sentence twisted inside my chest and for some reason, Adrian flashed through my mind again. Men like him belonged in places like this. Not with someone like me.