Trapped By The Mafia Novels & Stories

U just had to keep my mouth shut and i feel like I never had such good luck in life because now I just had to go ahead and get involved with a freaking mafia boss. This was my life. This was just my sad and pathetic sad life and it's only just a matter of time before Marco finally kills me and I knew that to help myself and also stay alive I just had to shut up and keep my mouth shut so that I could live longer. My heart was beating so fast and I didn't even know how I was going tj face him. He didn't catch me unlike last time but yet I felt so scared because he was a freaking mafia boss which meant that he could do literally anything to me and that meant killing me in one go

How I would have to suffer for the rest of my life in his arms. I couldn’t escape him. I was trapped here forever. Because in the mafia world, once they shook hands on a deal, the only way out was through death. I was not going to die because of that devil. After crying for a while, I finally cleaned my tears with the back of my hands. I was not going to allow him to bring me down either. I was going to stand strong and show him who the real bitch was. Papa had always taught us not to show any signs of weakness, else we’d be trampled upon. Lazzaro thought I was weak, and hence why he was treating me this way.

he gasped. I turned in my seat. “That was the mafia.” His face drained of color. “T—the mafia?” Luca let out a dry laugh. “Oh yeah. And guess what? They’re not big fans of loose ends.” The guy’s hands clenched into fists. “Oh god. Oh god, I’m so fucked.” I stared at him. “Yeah. You are. But we can help you.” His frantic eyes met mine. I continued. “Right now, they see you as a liability. They will not stop until they put a bullet in your head. The only chance you have is with us.”

“I need to get out of here… please. You need to, My voice trembled when I said, “Luca… he just beat someone up. I think he might… kill him. I could barely form the words, as if saying them would somehow render them more real. There was a long, heavy silence. Then he sighed. “Isabella… you signed a contract. You knew what you were getting into. This is the rule of the Mafia.” I swallowed hard, my stomach twisting. His words sunk in like a punch. The Mafia. This wasn’t a story or a rumor—it was real, and I was trapped in it. I'd been so foolish, believing that I could cope with Luca, that he was anything other than. But he wasn’t. 'Go fuck your rules,' I spat, my voice cracking. “I’m telling y

New York City sprawled in glittering lights beyond the tall windows, adding to the glamour of the night. All these did not still sit well with me. The mafia men starting up businesses just to cover up their tracks which consisted of money laundering, drug trafficking, murder and so much more. However, Vincent had recently explained his reason for joining the mafia after swearing off it all his life. There was really no way out, so I had to learn to deal with all these… at least, for him, and the sacrifice he made to keep me safe. Standing near the bar, I sipped my champagne, scanning the crowd until my gaze landed on Owen’s girlfriend, Mae.

“I am sorry you had to witness it.” Kira stayed quiet. “We always have guns, and shooting and killing comes with territory. You didn’t think our hands are clean, did you? We are mafia, we run whole of Africa and part of South America, did you really think our hands are not laced with countless men’s blood?” Taron stressed. Kira sniffed. “I know you don’t want to hear it, but it is the truth. We keep our that life away from you, from kids, from our mates, because we do not want you to see it, we do not want you to see us as monsters,” Taron continued.

"No! How can I just climb on your back? Moreover, there's an injury on your arm." JK yells, "Just shut up and do as I say!" "No, I won't! Why are you showing me mercy now?" "I have never seen a stubborn girl like you." Grabbing her hand forcefully, he makes her lean on his back. "This man, seriously! How long are you going to force me? Will you ever let me live peacefully? When will you stop all this?" "When you love me more than I do." "I'll never fall for you." "You won't have to do it, baby. It will happen automatically. Just wait and see." "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Walk as soon as possible; I'm so hungry." "It's high time to learn how to control your hunger." "Yah, I've never seen a stupid

I don't have any friends any longer, they all betrayed me and i will repay them too by betraying them, they should feet the pains too. My hoodie was able to cover my face a little and i boarded a cab that took me to the secret place. I didn't bother paying the cab Man,My gun did a good thing in scaring him, He zoomed of in fear. One of the good thing being a Mafia, Everyone is gonna be scared of you, Authority and power is gonna be written over you, No one want to have anything to do with you only your fellow Mafia Gangs. I got to the secret route and entered the Secret Mansion, they didn't bother interviewing me, they were informed about my coming so it was easy accessing the Mansion.

His gaze went flat, falling into a hollow, distant daze as if he were no longer sitting in this filthy motel room, but was instead trapped in the dark theater of his own memory. "Two years ago," he began, his tone dropping into a cold cadence that made the hairs on my arms stand up, "he was held captive by the Spanish Mafia. They snatched him right off the street in broad daylight, bypassing our security like we were nothing but amateurs. And then, they sent me a message. They threatened to kill him if I didn't hand over a massive international business deal—a shipping and logistics contract that I was supposed to handle, one that would have secured the Vitale family's dominance for the next

“Now we’re casting circles, chanting Latin, and asking ancient ghosts to help us survive.” Sokolov lit a cigar. “Ain’t this just the weirdest mafia movie ever made.” Vulture raised a brow. “To be fair, the alternative was letting Valeria turn our loved ones into meat puppets. I’ll take the weird over dead.” Petrov snorted. “Still. How the hell did we go from feared dons to apprentice warlocks?” Bain leaned in, voice low, steady. “Because family doesn’t end in blood. And this isn’t just my fight anymore.”