The Mafia's Obsession Series 1 Novels & Stories

I started feeling like I was just a number at the Brooklyn Enquirer, not even good enough to receive eye contact from my boss. I shut his office door and exited the building. I couldn't wait to get home. I needed some time to clear my head and continue my research. *** Once I stepped inside my apartment, I was consumed by the idea of delving into the mafia rivalry saga on my own. I started pacing back and forth, completely engrossed in the idea of searching for any information available online regarding Darick. My curiosity had now turned into an unrelenting obsession with this infamous mafia boss, who was said to leave bite marks on his victim's necks.

Lucia I sat in the Russo's family office, my eyes fixed on Dominic's tortured expression. His words hung in the air like a challenge, a gauntlet thrown down. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Dominic, the man I had come to trust, the man I had grown to admire, was a murderer. My mind raced with questions. How could he have done such a thing? What drove him to commit such a heinous crime? Was the lady worth the death? was he an obsessed creature? And why was he telling me this ?

Kazimir explained. After that conversation, I didn’t fall asleep right away because there were a lot of questions and scenarios going on in my mind. I don’t know what to do anymore because I’m really confused. Why do they have to do this? Why do we need to experience it? I don’t understand why they want to execute the top ranks of the Mafia Organization just because they want to rule the Mafia. Can’t they just work together? Killing is not fair, especially when they have no other intention but to use it for evil things.

Fear, maybe. “Now you’re afraid?” I asked, my voice cold. It was too late now, I wasn’t letting her go. Ever. “What kinds of things have you done?” she asked. “I’m in the mafia, baby. All kinds of bad things,” I said. She didn’t respond, just sat in silence. She relaxed into me again, but I knew there were a thousand things she wasn’t saying. “You’re a part of this world, Mirabella. You didn’t expect me to be a saint, did you?” I asked.

Dante watched from his surveillance footage as Chiara exited the unfamiliar car parked in front of his gate. “What kind of trouble are you getting yourself into, Darling?” He muttered, his eyes still fixed on the screen. Chiara took one final glance at the driver, there were no words, only a forced smile before she entered his house. Dante smirked, she was staggering—visibly drunk and he knew who the driver of that car was. The same person he had been tracking and silently observing for years.

It would throw the heat off Zaverio for sure, and I’d be set for life if I brought him in. “-tomorrow afternoon” I shook my head. “I’m sorry, I didn’t get that.”, “I said we’ll be meeting for coffee at an address I’ll send to you. We can’t be seen together and your safety is high priority to all of us.” “You want to exchange heavy information over coffee?” I looked around, what kind of mafia organization was this? “What are we going to do next, roller skate?” Alvaro snapped his fingers. “Perfect for our second date, I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon.”

I asked the next question as soon as it bubbled up in my head. He tilted his head from left to right in no. He exhaled deeply and said, "I left him because his brutality was getting worse every day. As you know, he is in the mafia, therefore he wanted both of his sons to join the same. He was creating us in that manner. In reality, I was doing the same till I was eighteen. He was teaching us how to satisfy our selfish motives even if it meant cruelly killing the people. I was completing any tasks that my father used to ask of me. I couldn't help but accept that following my father's orders was everything to me. But then I understood that even though I could make my father happy by killing an

I felt seriously nervous with the way their eyes were scrutinizing my whole body and it took me enough confident to turn to look at Leonardo. "Is that all?". I asked and then, he brought out a pen and offered it to me. "Sign the contract and be ours". Leonardo said to me but that wasn't what just I wanted, I wanted to be more than a SLUT to them. Meet the Domenico brother's, who kills people for a living. A mafia and the world's greatest nightmare. What happens when a contract of submission is offered to the innocent Miss Isabella Laurenza? Would their relationship turns out to be lust or bloody??? Find out, rated 18+

“What are you? Some kind of gang leader?” “Close enough,” he replies without missing a beat. “Cartel boss.” The playful smile instantly freezes on my face, the humor draining out of the room like air rushing from a punctured lung. There is not a single trace of a joke in his tone, nor is there a flicker of hesitation in his cold, unwavering stare. I am far from naive to this dark underworld. I know my own grandfather runs an empire built on shadows, money laundering, and illegal syndicates right here in New York.

Elijah shouted back. He wasn't going to keep quiet and allow Eric intimate him because he is sitting on his couch… “I can't marry Jane or whoever is that, I suggest you ask for something else Elijah” Eric said, trying as much as he can to put his voice down because it won't do him any good raising his voice at Elijah knowing fully well the kind of person he is. In their Mafia world they know the people to watch out for and Elijah is one of those people not because he had so much power but because of William king, his father, however he won't let Elijah subject him or manipulate him into doing what he doesn't want to.