Trapped By The Mafia Novels & Stories

You really did. If only I had read the damn contract before signing. If only I hadn’t let the promise of that stupid money blind me. Now, here I was knees trembling, staring into the eyes of a man I couldn’t fight, a man who could kill me with a flick of his wrist. A mafia boss. A wolf. And I was trapped in his den. I thought of my parents waiting at home, my mother probably pacing by the door. I thought of my boyfriend, of the message I never got to send. Of Laura sweet Laura who would be worried sick right now.

CHAPTER 115 “What?” Tracy's voice shot up like a spark in a quiet room. “HE IS A MAFIA???” Her eyes widened with a blend of disbelief and horror as she stared at her sister, barely able to process what she had just heard. Amelia sat calmly on the edge of the bed, her expression soft but tired—like someone who had finally let go of a burden she’d carried for too long. Tracy jumped to her feet, pacing a short distance before turning sharply. “You can’t be serious right now. Are you telling me that the man you’re with—Alessandro—is part of the mafia? Like the actual mafia?”

he trailed off, the pain of his past resurfacing. As a young man, Matteo watched in agony as his mother fell victim to the schemes of the mafia, enduring the pain and shame of being molested. With a younger brother to support, their family struggled to make ends meet. Despite his youth, Matteo's mind was consumed by thoughts of revenge towards the scammers, and he harbored a deep hatred for the mafia ever since. However, he kept this trauma to himself, not even confiding in his friend Kate that his mother had been molested.

I stood up. "What? How the hell is that possible?" I roared. "We're working on it to find who but we're not finding anything." "We're the number one mafia in the country. We practically rule all the gangs. How is it possible that a small gang is able to get informations about me?" I asked him restraining myself from smashing everything in my way. "They are searching for a weak spot to get to you boss. But they can't find any. I swear to you we'll find the son if a bitch." Paolo said with a hard face.

“You heard me. You work for me now. Touch yourself, Scarlett. Show me exactly how wet you are for me,I want to see you dripping on my floor as you touch your self. My mind screamed at me to run, to grab my clothes and bolt. But as I stood under the heavy gaze of the mafia king of Chicago, my hand drifted down my stomach on its own accord. I was trapped in his cage, and heaven help me, I didn’t want him to let me out.

She jeered back to life, away from her thoughts when she heard Sandra talk. "Oh yeah, you must be happy, definitely happy he took your side. You are a fucking skank and I will make sure I deal with you. Who do you think you are? That you think you can claim him for yourself? He can't replace you with me! You're below par, below my level, you could never reach me. You would never be able to handle him! You ain't got the chest for a Mafia boss. He's using gifts to entice you right? You're falling right where he wants you. It is going to dawn on you later on that he just wants to toy with you and leave you after a while. Stupid girl, when the trouble comes, you'll see he's got you right where h

"Please. Fuck me. Fuck me!" Twenty-two-year-old Scarlet Scott wants nothing to do with her Mafia family. She's seen the bloodshed, which she's almost been convinced to believe is necessary, she's seen the violence, she's seen the effects it leaves on the families of those affected, including hers, and so she does what she's always wanted to do. Leave home. But when trouble strikes and her parents get into trouble with a much more powerful, and formidable Mafia family, she's forced to return home to help.

BANG. Both collapsed mid-charge, blood pooling beneath them. She could hardly process it. Less than twenty seconds, That’s all it took for him to take them all down. The room was silent again. The only ones left were Rafael, Celia, and the leader still holding her hostage. The man’s grip on her tightened, his entire body rigid. His breathing had turned shaky. Celia realized something then. He was scared of Rafael. The mafia leader’s lips curled into a snarl. "You love to rebel," he spat. "But you should know by now, you’re no match for me."

“That’s the diamond?” He smirked, tapping a finger against the edge of the case. “The one and only. Thought you’d appreciate the honor.” “They said it was stolen during the Blackout Gala. Four men died that night. Every mafia from here to the Balkans is hunting it.” “I know,” Marco said casually, like he was talking about the weather. “That’s what makes it fun.” I looked up at him, my jaw tight. “You brought a cursed rock into my office, Marco? Do you have any idea what kind of heat this could bring down on both of us?” “I didn’t come here for your approval.” He leaned back, relaxed as ever. “I came with a proposal.”

For what it was worth, I didn’t want to leave either, but I knew I had to if I still wanted the island running as it should. Marco was already waiting for me outside, his face expressionless, just like he had been trained for years. “Are you sure about this person?” I asked while walking away to the dungeon. “Certain, Boss. All evidence traced back to the traitor. He passed information about the shipment for months and had your travel details on the private route revealed to the mafia. He even specifically told them which car you are in.” My fist folded, and my jaw hardened. “No one betrays Dante and goes scot free.”