The Mafia's Obsession Series 1 Novels & Stories

We drank, and she had come begging for a taste of my dick, and I gave her hot, more than she could handle. She swung and spun around the pool like a professional, her ass swinging around with her. The fun part is that she is always naked, unlike other strippers who will wear pants and a bra. She finished dancing and walked off the stage without glancing at anyone. “Let the banquet begin,” Father announced from the head table, his smirk aimed in my direction. I looked at him with a stern face. He must announce the start of the ceremony since he is the most powerful mafia ever known in Italy. Father is the head of La famiglia Oscura, the deadliest mafia.

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"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…

Dominic’s POV The underground club was alive with shadowsand smoke. Bass thumped through the walls, aheartbeat beneath the city, where men like methrived. Deals were made here. Fortunes sealedin blood and silence. I stood at the back of a private booth, fingerswrapped around a glass of whiskey, watchingthe men at the table. Three of them. Russian.Old money. Arrogant bastards. They thoughtthey could sit in my city and negotiate terms. I let them talk—for now.

He didn’t recognize either of them. “Inside,” one said. “Now.” The main hall was eerily quiet. Oil paintings of dead men stared down at him as he moved through the house. Alex’s father, Vito Morano, is the head of the Morano crime syndicate. A man who had built an empire on fear, silence, and strategic bloodshed. Vito’s presence alone could chill a room, and tonight, the chill was absolute. He stood at the head of the long dining table, flanked by Dominic and two other capos. Their expressions were unreadable.

he said, looking between them. Serena stiffened. "I have some disputes to settle personally. Old rivals. Business partners. You know, the usual." He smiled like he was discussing golf, not mafia blood feuds. She blinked. Mafia kingpin things. Sure. Casual. "In the meantime," Stefano continued, "we need to recover the RH-57s. Our stock is dangerously low,” He shot a glare at Marco. “Or rather… NON-EXISTENT, after the last heist by you-know-who. I want them back."

“Alexander is a mafia don. A very dangerous one who kills without remorse. Drug trafficking, money laundering, murder, assassinations, arms smuggling, bribery, corruption—anything evil you can think of, you can link it to him. Alexander is a devil from hell, I tell you!” My jaw dropped as he spoke, my eyes widening in sheer horror. “What?!” I gasped in disbelief. “Dr. Daniel!” Sebastian exclaimed, his voice rising in shock as he quickly covered Daniel’s mouth, but it was too late. The damage was done. “Master Daniel, you’re exaggerating,” Martha interjected, shaking her head in an attempt to calm the tension. But Daniel, refusing to be silenced, pulled Sebastian’s hand away from his mouth. “

It was the same as Enzo's family company. An icy chill slithered down my back immediately. Enzo’s family owned the hospital no doubt,and it wasn't as clear as they made it seem, but this, this was just plain diabolical. It wasn't money laundering or corruption, it was far more worse, and it made my head spin.

He extended his arm while showing the red mark from her hit. Clara rolled her eyes, "Can you be a little more serious? Something bad is happening, and you're still worried about your reddened arm?" "Come on, the mission is well planned, and I know exactly what to do there. I won't attack Liam and his troops in Canada. In fact, I'm not tasked with attacking ElWagner's headquarters because Rafael has arranged a team from a mafia network led by Mikael Williams." "Who is Mikael Williams?" Clara furrowed her brow upon encountering another unfamiliar name in Lucas's story.

A grainy photo of me in Nikolai’s arms with both of us stumbling out of the bar like drunken lovers was plastered across the screen beneath a headline about Italy’s most untouchable crime lord and a “mystery woman.” My stomach dropped. And then the rest of the night hit me like a train. The drinks. The laughter. The heat. His mouth on mine. Oh no…oh no, no, no.. I stumbled out into the street forcing deep breaths as guilt and rage fought for dominance inside me. I went back to my office and dumped the flash drive with the files I'd gotten so far. I left a note there for Sterling which said: “This is all you’re getting. I'm off the case.”