Trapped By The Mafia Mga Nobela at Kwento

I never meant to leave her immediately after taking her virginity all those years ago, but my time in the outside world was coming to an end, as my responsibilities to my family were only growing. Now, I was the head of the Russian mafia in California, I could have any woman in my bed whenever I wanted, so why was I pining over her like a lost puppy after just one encounter? Sure, I felt guilty when I though about my actions towards Amaya, but that didn't automatically make me a good man. I didn't get to where I was by being soft or beating myself up for past mistakes, because that was all I allowed myself to think of her as, a mistake. She was a factor I never expected to come into play, an

There were actual mafia’s involved. This was bigger than I expected. “A word of advice Imogen, I know you are doing this to get a big break in your career, but trust me, you can’t become a famous journalist if you are dead. I am getting married by the end of next month, I need to be alive to do that. I do not want to end up dead or being trafficked.” Oh God. Human trafficking? Mason was mixed up in human trafficking business with the mafia? Leila began to walk away, I followed immediately behind her. “Leila, I just need the flash drive. You will not hear from me again and you will certainly not be involved. Please.”

The frustration that had been building within me for so long now overflowed, leaving me feeling vulnerable and exposed. The guard's stern expression remained unchanged, and the tension in the air was almost palpable. I was trapped in a perilous game, caught between the merciless grip of Carmine and ruthless Clyde. With every obstacle in my path, I could feel my window of opportunity closing, and my grandmother's life hanging by a thread. This dangerous dance with the mafia's sinister forces was far from over, and my resolve was tested at every turn.

______________________________________________________________________________________________________ I could barely breathe due to the tightness of the hug I was surprised with as soon as we entered the lounge. "You're the splitting image of your mother, Maria," Mason said, releasing me from the tight hug. He knew them. He hugged me. He looked genuinely happy that I was standing before him. That wasn't supposed to be the reaction of a guilty man. Everyone knew that mafia world was a crime world. People own up to their killings and crimes. If Mason was guilty, surely he wouldn't lie about it. "Did you kill her? And George too?" I asked blatantly. The overwhelming feeling I had earlier befor

" On your right side. Turn the lamp on. " Catalina found the switch and pressed it. As soon as she touched it, an alarm went off. The pakhan snatched the gun from her hands and with one hand pushed her on the bed with him. She collided with his naked hard chest and now the gun rested on her cleavage. " Rule number 1 . Never believe a Mafia. " He laughed loudly and footsteps echoed in the corridor. The door opened with several men in there and one of them switched on the lights at last.

Turns out the VP of finance isn’t an old boring guy with white hair. Two different cities. A baby on the way. An intense attraction. And he’s technically my boss. Life just got even more complicated. Find out more here Abducted The mafia never lets you go. I thought I was safe, free, but I never expected to find myself locked in a cage. I’m in his territory. His prison. The beast. A fate worse than death awaits me if I can’t get away, so when the opportunity of salvation presents itself I grab it, even if I’m unsure if I can trust the hand I’m holding.

I watch as a visible chill creeps straight up Chika’s spine, his shoulders going completely rigid under his tunic. His intellect has just figured out that the massive, silent men who kidnapped our units aren't simple, low-tier loan sharks at all; their imposing physical statures and coordinated military movements look uncannily like the elite, high-tier vanguards belonging to a supreme mafia family. It is completely clear to his brain that a dangerous mastermind is tracking his bloodline. Yet why was my own flesh caught up in this messy extraction trap too? Was my broken body merely utilized as collateral damage to manipulate his final submission?

Or my best friend for years would become another outside threat in this black and white world? "Fuck you again, Luca. Asshole. And fuck whoever was after me..." I groaned after cussing like an old woman, before I sat up. The clock on the wall read two fifty am. Brilliant. Just perfect. Trauma and inability to sleep seemed to go hand in hand in this mafia business. That was for sure and certain. Maybe it was time to just give up. I got out of bed and paced the room like a restless animal for another thirty minutes. My skin crawled with the helplessness of it all.

I said lowly and she yelled out immediately. “What?? Stalked?? By who????” I squeezed my face immediately at her facial expression, “what the hell? Krystal!” I exclaimed and rolled my eyes as I turned my attention back to the road. “This is not a child’s play Madison; how can you be this cool if you think we are being stalked? Should I report this to the police? God, I love my dear life” she said “Who doesn’t?” I scoffed “You can’t report a mafia to police, I mean…forget they could be police, they can be killed and forgotten.” I replied with a shrug.

I asked as I tried to sound confident, but honestly, I was starting to feel a little afraid. I looked past him. A black car was parked outside. The windows were completely tinted, making it impossible to see who was inside. Who were these people? And why were they looking for me? “I'm Malcolm,” the man introduced himself. “Please come with us.” I blinked. "What?” “Please come with us.” “No.” I said it immediately. He looked at me not surprised at my answer like he expected it. People had started to gather, guess they all wondered what these mysterious men where looking for in this town.