The Mafia's Obsession Series 1 Novels & Stories

Santiago wordlessly left us alone after placing Lili’s suitcase and giving me a nod, closing the door behind him. She grabbed my hands. Her voice went soft. “Okay, Harp. Spill. All of it. No sugar-coating. If you tell me you’re in the mafia, I want at least two free drinks before I process it.” I laughed. But the laugh faded quickly. My hands tightened around hers. “Okay. Listen. It started… stupidly, really. It started with Lance. Well, not really, it started with Sophia and her fake birthday present.” Her eyes sharpened instantly. “Your sister and that creep? I swear he…”

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He walked towards me on the bed, his thick footsteps hitting the floor. As soon as I felt his presence near me, I jerked up and wanted to attack him with a pen I found on the bed. He was quick to grab my hand and held it tight. Our eyes met, he was… Dominick Castillo, the same Mafia lord I was sent to steal drugs from last month.

He smiled, his last breaths coursing through him as a maniac grin spread over his foxy features and he whispered, "So, my beautiful, you have killed me, eh? But I will…’ And with a sigh, he slid to the ground, his glassy eyes fixed on Ria with a greed, a hunger that made her shudder. She knew that she would be haunted by that look for the rest of her life, that covetousness in his eyes… Philippe stepped to the body, his gun cocked, discharging a few more bullets to make sure the man was dead, even as Ria bent to her mother, who had fallen to the ground, the blood gushing freely from the wound in her chest. The Mafia Don was holding Proserpina, refusing to allow anyone to touch his Woman as s

Could it be that they wanted to kill them off, after making sure that they have been weakened by the collars? Could it be the other mafia clans? But they didn’t know he was a Lycan. It was only a few that knew of their true nature. As a matter of fact, the other mafian clans do not know of their true nature, except Ambosia, and that was because his uncle was part of the council. Could it be Ambosia? He didn’t think so. His spies whom he had sent to check on the arrogant dealer weren’t back, but he was sure that the man was innocent of this particular crime.

*** It was already lunch and still no files, as expected. I already called my men and they went down to mess up the building. What Veronica doesn't know is that they aren't just clients, the Morristons are a small mafia under-group that works for us. I send her there to see if she could handle them, if she is to be my queen she has to be able to deal with the fuckers. Pablo told she held herself pretty well, even before I was on the phone. I check my last email and leave my office walking up to her.

I paced the length of my new office, bigger than the one I used to have, past the abstract art that cost more than most people’s houses, heels clicking in sharp, satisfied rhythm. I pictured it all in vivid color. Sebastian storming through the bistro doors, face thunder-dark, eyes locked on the table like a predator scenting blood. Mara’s wide-eyed shock when the pieces clicked, when she realized the lunch she’d thought was harmless was a trap snapping shut. Victor smirking, leaning back, egging him on just enough to make the scene explode without him having to lift a finger. Phones out. Cameras flashing. Tomorrow’s headlines practically writing themselves: Kane Heir’s Mistress Caught Dinin

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…”

“Because once I tell you who I am, there’s no going back.” “I want the truth,” she says. “Who are you?” “I am connected to an ancient mafia family,” I tell her. “We began in Rome a long time ago, to fight against police corruption. Over the years, we expanded and took on new business interests. I handle certain American operations.” I could tell her more, but I stop there. This is enough to see how she reacts. Will she panic? Or will she stay? She nods slowly, then meets my gaze. “Did you kill those men last night? Don’t lie to me, I’ll know. Did you?”

“Congratulations, Boss!” Without waiting for the celebration, Drake turned on his heel and walked out of the church. Amy followed closely behind, flanked by a sea of suits and heavy artillery. The moment the heavy church doors slammed shut behind them, the priest’s knees gave out, and he collapsed onto the altar floor, completely unconscious. Meanwhile, across the city, the atmosphere was entirely different. Inside the fortified syndicate of the Blood Pact Mafia. The second largest crime syndicate in Italy. Athan, a hardened man in his early fifties, sat high on a leather chair that served as his throne. The air in his private chambers was thick with the pungent, sweet scent of a heavy blunt