The Mafia's Obsession Series 1 Novels & Stories

"Who master Max?" "Nothing." How is that woman knows that Omega? Maximillian asks himself. After an hour of travelling, Maximillian arrived at the manor of his clan, where Nostra Adamus mafia clan can be found far away from the city. Legis opened his door for him, when Maximillian got out of the car, his waiting people immediately bowed and greeted him, Maximillian walked straight ahead with Legis following him in the back. "Did Mr. Sanchez, agreed on our terms?" Maximillian ask.

''Boss, the Russians are trying to invade our territory again. They are making deals with Inland Taipan.'' Ricci reported to him the latest news. ''These Russians are getting into my head. They attacked me last time and I went easy on them. But now they are calling for death. Get information about their deal. I will see how they will get it done.'' Sebastian said wickedly. Sebastian is the 3rd generation Mafia. His grandfather and father were not as strong as him. That's why his father became a victim of another group.

I begged him, my arms wandering to interlock with his. Luciano still remained silent for a while, our breaths mixing as we both just stared immensely into each others eyes. "You want to know the truth?" He asked, now with a more stern tone. I nodded frantically. "I really do. More than any thing else right now" "I guess there is no need in keeping any more secrets from you. I am Luciano Greco, the capo dei capi of the Italian-American mafia. I am the don of the mafia"

A pair of dainty arms reached around his waist and worked its way down his hard-on. "Looks like you are already ready," Mia cupped his erection. A breathless moan tore from her throat as she felt up his length. She started rubbing his breasts against his back to ease the ache between her legs. "It's been a long time since we did it. Fuck me, Killian," she kneaded his length with urgent hands before her fingers started to fumble with his belt. Killian stopped her and removed her hands off him. Mia was shocked. The Mafia King turned around and grabbed her jaw. His expression, dark and intimidating.

He then pinned me against it, his leg in between mine. “Do you enjoy seeing me in pain?” He inquired, and I looked at him, my eyes stinging with tears. The question was supposed to be asked in reverse. He never let men breathe around me, but he was fine with women entering our bedroom. “You want to know what happened! Fine!” He yelled into my face, and I tried to maintain my stance. “I murdered a member of a peaceful mafia organization!” We had been at peace for a long time until you came into my life! And what are you going to do about it? Condemn me for killing a man who nearly killed you!"

I’m ready, dressed in all black, black vest, black pants, and black leather boots. Today is the day I take down the Blanche brothers to be given the title of the next Mafia king. My father currently holds the title, and he’s ready to hand it over to me along with twelve hundred thousand dollars as my own. I’m standing outside the billion-dollar restaurant located in the heart of Alt rec. The Blanche brothers usually come here on a Saturday night to drink and be entertained by women.

I mumbled. "You wouldn't say that if you really know me," he said taking small steps towards me and I also moved steps backwards in fear. "W-who are you?" I stuttered. "I'm Theodore Black. The owner of Black Enterprise Co. and also one of the most powerful Mafia leaders in the country," he said studying my reaction. I stood there shocked and scared for myself. Why on Earth did I speak to him like that? I was sure I heard that name before but I just didn't know where and now that I know, I wish I didn't.

I didn't know how much of Rhys' account of the mafia was accurate, but I was willing to bet it was partially true. Nole had killed. Knowing that my brother had committed such a crime altered my perception of him. Rhys sighed. "I guess we won't have long until the mafia takes us away from the weekend, huh?" I shuddered at the prospect of DeLuca kidnapping me off the streets of New York. "Not necessarily." I narrowed my eyes, trying to find a positive to this. "Who ever said we have to submit so easily?" Rhys snorted loudly. "I don't think so, Jude. The mafia is pretty powerful. I predict they'll hunt us down in a matter of minutes. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if they already have eyes on

As anticipated, Sebastian's heavy footsteps clunk down the stairs towards the kitchen, weighted with unresolved tension. “Hey man, so how’d it go?” I ask, though his eye-roll gives it away; the storm hasn’t cleared. “She’s one hell of a stubborn woman. I’m just trying to keep her safe from the madness out there, but she never seems to get it. We live in a chaotic world, and being involved with the mafia is like standing on a cliff’s edge, ready to topple into danger.” “Maybe it's time to just act on it. You've got feelings, she's got feelings. You know my stand on this – no one's gonna judge. The people that matter won't mind, and those who mind don’t matter.”

The rain hadn’t stopped all day. It drummed steadily against the penthouse windows, turning the skyline into a hazy watercolor of lights and shadows. Isabella sat at the kitchen counter with a book open in front of her, though she hadn’t read a single word in ten minutes. The smell of something cooking pulled her out of her thoughts. She turned toward the kitchen island and blinked. Matteo Moretti — mafia heir, ruthless negotiator, man of calculated danger — was standing in front of the stove, stirring a pot of sauce.