Under Mafia Protection Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I know, Antonio. But you are young to understand, you won't let me go easily if I tell you. I didn't have a choice. I had to protect you, no matter the cost.” Antonio shook his head, his frustration mounting. “Protect me from what? You're not making any sense, Diana. I have my securities who can protect me, the Mafias are just mere threats, you know they can't harm me”. “Antonio, you are thinking about this from your adult perspective, as a teenager you had no link with the Mafias, you could be eliminated at any point. Trust me, they would have stopped at nothing to get what they wanted, and I couldn't let that happen”.

“You can’t swear that!” “I can,” I said, voice steady. “I’m not in the mafia. I’m an agent for them. I use their network to protect my businesses. They help me safeguard my things, stop robberies, keep rivals out. In return, I move product for them. That’s all.” She stared, breathing hard. “You’re telling me the mafia keeps you safe?” “They keep my empire safe,” I said. “And now, that includes you and Liam. They won’t touch him. They know better.”

He screamed as he threw the gun away and rushed to hold his eye "Fuck!" He cussed and I chuckled, "An associate to the mafia dare not double cross their capo. He also dares not try to kill him instead, his duty is to protect the capo whether the capo is there or not. You, Rapheal, have failed in doing any of your duties as an associate" "No, don't kill me" he cried with one of his hands up in surrender. He was bleeding profusely from his left eye. "Why shouldn't I? You tried to kill me twice" I reminded him but instead, he began to shake as he spoke,

"But you do not understand what you are asking for, Chiara. The mafia world is not a boardroom. It is not about signing papers or making smart investments. It is a world built on blood, loyalty, and extreme violence. It is filled with people who will not hesitate to cut your throat just to send a message." He pointed a finger toward the large glass windows, gesturing to the city outside. "I created a perfectly safe space for you," he continued, "Viviana Marino is a shield. She is a wealthy, untouchable CEO. You can stay in that beautiful corner office. You can focus on running the company, managing the legitimate numbers, and letting me handle Marco and his mafia friends in the shadows. You

I told them, my tone softening to show them that I'm sincerely asking for help. Quentin stayed quiet for a while and I could hear my heartbeat in my ears as I waited for his decision. "You do realize that the Mafia never gives anything without expecting something in return?" Quentin queried. I didn't know that the weight on my chest could get any heavier until I felt it. I nodded slowly. The Mafia had their notorious reputation for a reason. "Good. Providing you and your dear little sister with protection from those rats is not a problem so I guess we have a deal?" Quentin asked, offering his hand for me to shake.

I reasoned. "Yes, I know it's hard to accept and believe. I'm not defending my husband either. But your parents know that no matter what they do, they will still be caught. Your enemies or your own group will still kill them because that's how a mafia acts, my dear. Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth. But your parents don't want to die in their hands. They'd rather have my husband finished them off than anyone else. They want to make sure your safety. As one of the most powerful mafia in the world of the organization surrounded by our family, we were able to provide the protection your mother demanded. We pretended that we were one of your father's treacherous groups, so we had the right to k

she muttered briefly, not maintaining eye contact with me. “Are you sure you don't want to leave? You're too good to be here,” I suggested and regretted it. “I can't leave here,” “Why?” I sprained my neck dramatically. “Because, if I leave here I'm unprotected,” “Are you here for protection these men are evil, they may turn their back on you one day,” “They won't, the mafia world is different, they keep promises here,” she defended. “Really?” “Yes,” she stood her ground on her opinion.

There was stillness in the room as each of them gave me their alibi. Some were out of town, and others were working on various deals. None of them had been near mine or Alek's home when Sage attacked. "I'm disappointed in all of you," I exclaimed, my voice laced with fury. "In the mafia, we need to be prepared for everything. We need to be on watch at all times. And yet, none of you were there to safeguard our own." They all glanced down at the table, humiliated. "And what about Maria? Why wasn't she protected?" I asked, my voice rising.

I arch my back, pressing myself against him as he pulls away, gasping for air. “I am the mafia,” he declares, his eyes blazing with intensity. “And I will protect you with everything I have. But you see, not because you are the woman I fuck, or dream about naked, but because I am the Don. Every single person who works for me will be protected to hell, heavens, and back. Not because I can but because I need them. You - I need you. You beat my cousin at your little hacking game, and no matter what you may say or believe, I’m not doing any charity here. If you beat my brightest, you are the brightest. And I want the fucking brightest.”

He looked at Adrian as if he were untouchable now. “We’ve only come to warn you that he’s on our side, and you can’t do anything to him from now on,” the big man said, trying to suppress annoyance at Adrian’s boldness. When the mafia came to warn, it was usually to scare, to make clear their involvement. Adrian knew their rules. What didn’t sit right was Sam showing up with them to claim protection. The only thought that crossed Adrian’s mind was how manipulative Sam could be—so practiced at twisting stories that he had convinced a mafia to stand beside him.