Trapped By The Mafia Novels & Stories

Tears streaked her face as she stared at the man bleeding out beside her. "He’s a monster," she choked out. "He’s… he’s a Mafia boss. That’s why I didn’t want to marry him! I was terrified!" The world tilted. My stomach twisted violently as nausea clawed up my throat. Kael Visconti. The man who had just executed someone in cold blood. The man who had promised to help me escape Austin. The man I had run to for protection. He wasn’t my savior. He was something far, far worse.

Justice, Mafia Style ______ "Let me go, you bastards!" Monica thrashed against the ropes binding her wrists and ankles, her screams echoing through the warehouse. The moment I stepped in, every man in the room turned to acknowledge me. "Welcome, boss," one of them greeted. Monica's frantic gaze snapped to me. "Leo?" Her face twisted in shock, then instantly softened as she switched tactics. "Leo, these people kidnapped me on my way to your house! I was coming to see you!" she cried.

I will never forget the feeling of his soft, delicate fingers running over my skin, touching me… hurting me. I was fucking sixteen, and the mafia ruined my life in ways I would never wish upon my worst enemy. And they ruined me twice. The mafia is the reason darkness always threatens to suck me into its evil clutches. It’s the reason I crave focus like a drug addict. If I lose focus for even a second, the darkness will return, and I will lash out. Horribly. The last time I lashed out was two years ago, and I vowed to myself that it was never going to happen again.

I needed to escape before Dimitrio returned and did God knows what to me. But the door was locked. And the windows were too high to reach. I was trapped. I sank onto the edge of the massive bed, my head in my hands. What had I done to deserve this? What had I done to end up in a mafia lord's bedroom, surrounded by threats and violence and death? I thought about my mother. About Carmine. About the life I had left behind. They had betrayed me. Sold me. And now I was paying the price. A tear slipped down my cheek.

Then: “Elena, where are you? Are you okay?” “We’re alive. Barely,” I said. “Alessandro was shot. I— I’ve done things, Dad. I’ve had to... I just—” “You’re safe?” he interrupted. “Yes, for now. But we need to know what the hell is going on. Someone sent the Mafia to kill Alessandro. We were ambushed. Nearly died. I need answers. I need—” “Elena,” he said softly. “I’ll take care of it. Just... stay hidden. Don’t move.”

My lips trembled as I spoke, voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know how exactly I'm supposed to answer this silly question of yours but Aurora I need power and your marriage to Alessandro De-luca will help me achieve this." He explained. "Do you think I want to be a caporegime forever? What happened to climbing to a conglisingre official?" I didn't fully understand what he was talking about since I wasn't versed with the Mafia rank. "-For now, just abandon everything you think you have fixed for today, I'll handle it. Someone will be here tomorrow to take care of you and we'll going to the charity ball together and you'll make sure to behave yourself properly as you meet your husband to

"All five of us had returned from our combat training when we found out that the Colombians had stolen a parcel from Matteo's father, and as hot blooded as we were, we all failed to follow the plan laid out for us. We escaped to Colombia just so we could prove our worth; make a name for ourselves in the mafia." "We were successful. We got into the building, stole back the parcel but instead of returning home, we decided to stay back and party just for one night. Stupid teenagers. What were we really thinking?" He winces at the thought. "We wanted to stay back, drink ourselves to stupor and probably have a quick fuck. . . how stupid. We hadn't even left our motel that night when a break-in ha

"No way out. You're the mafia bride that trapped in his love." ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

“Don’t worry about me, Joan,” “How can I not? You are breaching every bond you have with the other mafias, and now the cops seem to want to take advantage of it. There are two options here, Nero. You might end up dead or imprisoned.” Nero chuckled and walked to the door. “Isn’t it the same thing?” He asked, was there a difference between a dead man and an imprisoned man? Nero pulled the door open, and Lena stood there. Well, he had expected her to be behind that door with her brain creating fuzzy images.

"I still don't know his motive tho" "I think he likes you and that's why he's doing all these. You said he told you he wanted your heart right" "Then why doesn't he just ask me out? Why threaten to make me bleed twenty times and then offer me a job with huge pay? That's so confusing" Lena groaned, her eyes almost rolling into her head. "He's mafia, Hazel. They don't just chase their girls like normal guys, they go through all this grand gesture to make sure you don't end up saying no"