Novel & Cerita Through Smoke And Steel: A Mafia Romance

He will hate seeing me like this, and the thought brought a smile that touched the corner of my lips before I let the darkness claim me. . _ Have you checked out the new book? Twisted Marriage- A Dark MMF MAFIA ROMANCE A. Gupta

Chapter 6 From any angle Nathan looked at it, he truly admired Rose. Never before had he seen a woman as bold as Rose who could stare at Antonio with such seductive facial expressions. Marquez Antonio was a mafia boss, the owner of the largest drug cartel trade that was feared by those who lived in the underworld. Of course, the man was feared and respected even by civil authorities since the exposure of the drug cartel network due to Elliot's carelessness.

“You’re actually worried about the man’s dick?” “Actually, yes. We need answers, but we need a man with his dignity too, and judging by the fact that I’m letting six of the strongest and most devious mafia men into his room; I would preferably want to know that he would still have the slightest bit of it left” Anastasia said sternly. “I make no promises. If I need to cut his dick off, I would, and I’ll gladly feed it to him too” Vladimir teased. “You’re disgusting”

"Let's hope Cole can track this place down before anyone notices that-" A loud piercing scream in the distance cut me off and stunned, I took off in the direction of the scream. There could be only one explanation. The mafia had picked a victim. Hiding behind the boats, I walked around gingerly, looking for the source of the scream. The sight that lay before my very eyes was terrifying. Two men held a man down by the arms. An older man, he had to be in his fifties. They had gagged him with a piece of cloth and behind him stood a shirtless man, wielding a burning iron with the M insignia on it.

Anya breathes out and holds up another phone showing a picture: The Welcome to Chicago banner vandalized by a spray-painted rendering of a wolf’s head with a dagger through its skull. Amy’s hand flies to her mouth. Their husbands had usurped an entire section of an Italian Mafia conglomerate. Is this what Lizabeta meant by being prepared? She was lost for words, but Anya continued, “They should be home soon, RanRan.” She says with a wistful smile. “They won’t be the same men they were when they left.” Amy found herself murmuring and Anya’s eyes widened at the thought, but she knew Amy spoke the truth.

Growing up, my life wasn’t a fairytale despite what it may have looked like, my parents were wealthy and I needed or wanted nothing but their attention, their love, and their gentleness unfortunately though those words were not in my parents vocabulary instead they used violence and had both me and my brother growing up around petty thieves and criminals which is why when I decided to leave my childhood home I promised myself that i would never get involved with anything like that ever again. “Cole Jones?” I suddenly ask in a low whisper as my eyes continue to look down at him, his smirk still present on his lips but his eyes were following my co-worker who apparently ran out without sputter

"Take them and go. I'll hold the door." I didn't move. My grip on the rifle kept slipping. I could still taste the blood and rain from that night at the gate. I could still feel his thumb moving slowly across my bottom lip. I could still hear him say that I was the first thing in six years that made him want to set the world on fire. Every secret touch, every time I hated how much I needed him, it all hit me at once. "Why did you even take this job?" I asked. My voice was raw. "Not the money. Not the orders. Why then?"

I looked back, watching a cloud of smoke rise in the distance as the Rosso building grew smaller. In the mafia, something of this magnitude didn't go without consequence. This was war!

The scent of smoke and gunpowder still clung to Luca’s skin when they returned to the safe house. Adrian barely had time to breathe before Luca slammed the door shut and shoved him against it. “You watched me tonight,” Luca growled, voice dark and rough. He ripped Adrian’s shirt open, buttons scattering across the floor. “You saw what I become when someone threatens you.” Adrian’s heart hammered. “I saw you.” Luca dropped to his knees and yanked Adrian’s trousers down. His mouth was on Adrian’s cock instantly, sucking him deep and hard while two thick fingers pushed into his already slick hole. Adrian moaned loudly, fingers gripping Luca’s hair as the mafia heir devoured him with violent hun

I leaned over the railing, watching as the expensive and well-made prosthetic finger bounced a couple of times before falling into a drain hole. I felt his large, warm body press in close behind me, his breath tickling my ear. “Wear it as a badge of honor. And maybe people would respect you a little more. Mafia princess.” I tore my gaze from the ground, whirling around to slap him, shove him, anything in retaliation for what he just did. But he had vanished. In my anger, I threw the champagne flute over the railing, the sound of it shattering on the ground below doing nothing to placate my rage.