The Mafia's Obsession Novels & Stories

“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.

“The man sitting there on that table alone wearing the grey suit is the new head of the Italian mafia. His name is Antonio, he is Giovanni’s half brother. They called him to take over the family business after his brother's death. Words in the street are that no one likes him, but he is the last blood of the main family, so they can’t help it. Alessio shows his face sometimes after the murder thing and words are he is angry for not getting that position. He is the head of the subfamily and he thought the death of Giovanni would help him to get a …….promotion.” My brother’s third in command said, and I narrowed my eyes at the man who was drinking alone with people watching him. He has four gu

Declan’s fury finally surfaced. “Do I look like I give a damn about it? Sierra is mine. I didn’t give her revenge for nothing. Now that it’s over she must keep in mind she belongs here. Call it obsession or whatever you want. And about our mafia, I believe in my capability. Today or tomorrow we will make our mafia stand in New York among Bratva and Italians!”

I will never forget the feeling of his soft, delicate fingers running over my skin, touching me… hurting me. I was fucking sixteen, and the mafia ruined my life in ways I would never wish upon my worst enemy. And they ruined me twice. The mafia is the reason darkness always threatens to suck me into its evil clutches. It’s the reason I crave focus like a drug addict. If I lose focus for even a second, the darkness will return, and I will lash out. Horribly. The last time I lashed out was two years ago, and I vowed to myself that it was never going to happen again.

He could make a kid pee in his pants just by his looks. "....I am sure that he will not be distracted by girls anymore. He will stay with his girl even after taking my position of next Capo" his lip twitched. His smile is more dangerous than Xaphan's. I stood up as I couldn't take it anymore. The only thing that was going on in my mind was that the man who is going to marry me is in Mafia! Mafia means drugs, blood, guns, murders. How could I marry a man whose profession is a crime? How would he spare my family when they don't hesitate in killing their own family members for their selfish motives.

The rotten feeling returns to my heart and I succumb to darkness. Supposedly, they wanted money and my father is a billionaire himself, so they used me as bait. They were mafias, I don’t know the details but since that day I started hating them to the core. This time as well I am again tangled up in this bloody stalker mess. They just won’t leave me alone, and I wonder why that guy is obsessed with me. At first, I thought it was all for money but on second thought it was not regarding that. The police informed me that the guy was a mafia boss and is quite rich so must really be a psycho to obsess over someone like me.

"It's not something I'm interested in." Despite her nonchalant tone, I could sense the strain beneath the surface. Part of me wanted to press, to demand the truth. But another part, a more patient one, knew that forcing it wouldn't yield results. The information I needed would come, eventually. Perhaps from her, when she was ready. Perhaps from the men tailing us, once I had them singing a different tune. Just as I was about to break the silence with a neutral topic, Mia surprised me. "I've told you before, I hate the mafia, right?" she said, her voice laced with a raw emotion that sent shivers down my spine. "Everything they stand for, the violence, the control… I hate it all."

I gritted, reaching the glass table centring the living room. “Their oyabun has been very persistent about finding the best routes to continue the annual race and please his protégés.” “What the fuck are they trying to do, anyway? They’re tight on men here in America. And instead of keeping their noses in Japan, they’re trying to mess with the Italian-American Mafia?” I snarled. “Anyway,” he stood before me, “I wouldn’t be too focused on them. We’ve got bigger problems.” Bigger problems. The Mafia had been in shambles for the past ten years, with no hope for a better future. That had been the biggest problem for years.

Chapter 3 Mikhail Mazza was not taking No for an answer. He'd grown up and found joy in the best way he could. He didn't go around Fucking women like the tabloid said about him. But he loved getting the attention it drew, so why clear the air? He knew how the citys and the town worked, he was a made man and he'd follow the footsteps of his father, the formal capo of the Mafia world. He wouldn't lie, he had gotten his own fair share of woman.