Under Mafia Protection Novels & Stories

Ohhh boy, he isn't going to let this topic go easily. I groan at constantly being treated like a baby. "You know aiden and roseline are our very close friends. We kinda brought up together. So both Aaron and rosaline is like you and Janice to us. For once I would have considered approving Aaron for you but not after all the heroic sh*t. I am going to tell you something ella and I want you to listen to me with open mind." I don't know why but anxiety starts to arising inside me. "Aaron runs a mafia clan. He's the king of America mafia. The ultimate leader." By each passing word my mind seals automatically. My breathe hitched, brain got jammed and body refuse to move. How many more shocks are

“You whore! Do you think you can deceive me with those pitiful eyes? Your pathetic appearance can only deceive stupid men, do you want to report it to the police? Okay, then let's go to the police headquarters. I want to know if the police will protect the rights of a legal wife or protect a whore like you." After Nelly finished speaking, she was controlled by the bodyguards and taken out. Inside the room, only Zane and Celine remained. He looked at Celine's pathetic appearance, Zane's face was full of contempt, his eyes stared at Celine, and spoke, his voice was as cold as Saint's, he said.

“I know this is a lot to take in. But I need you to understand something: I’m not just looking for a nanny. I need someone who can protect her, who can be there for her. My world isn’t easy, and I want you to know the gravity of this role.” His words sent a chill down my spine, reminding me how stupid I was to agree to this. “What do you do?” I asked quietly, although I already had an inclination. “I think you already know,” he replied just as quietly as I did. I gulped. He was in the mafia. And with the looks of it, he was most likely a don. “I understand,” I replied, my voice steady. “I’ll do my best to ensure Francesca feels safe.” He nodded, a flicker of approval crossing his features. “

"At this moment in time, papa, showering. What is it that you need?" "You to take this job seriously; I need this done. I want his dead body to be reported by morning. Tell me, Emma, why is that mutts second with you?" He asks. "Luca wanted to ensure his wife's safety. Wouldn't you do the same for Mama?" I ask, deciding faking the reasoning to be better than the fucking truth. "Are you lying to me, child? Would you lie to me?" He questions darkly. "I have no reason to, papa. I'm Luca's now, that's how marriages in the mafia work, you know that. He owns me by default. And he can protect me anyway he sees fit."

It was a ring I was very familiar with, and it brought back memories. Bad memories. "You're a part of the mafia?" Lillian questioned barging into our room. "Answer me, Lorenzo." "Yes," I answered shortly as I fixed my watch ready to catch another flight. "What is it, Lillian? You don't like that? You don't like that the mafia has protected you and our children?" I asked calmly as I grabbed my suit from the bed. "Protected?" She scoffed, her eyes already brimming with tears. "Lorenzo we are in danger, how can you say we're protected? What are we being protected from?"

She looked more relaxed than I was, sitting next to me. “Hey. How are you feeling?” Linden asked her. “Honestly? Terrified, but he specifically asked for me to join Mad, and I will do it in a heartbeat for Tara to come home.” “You’re a good friend, Olive.” Linden sat across from her. “I have a good friend who was captured by the Russian mafia.” “What’s with you and the mafia?” Linden looked at me and smiled at her. “In my line of work, you have no idea how useful they are. They have manpower, firearms, and intel. They are also bound by Omerta. They don’t betray their own people.”

"Everything will be alright baby, I'll make sure that you're protected, you, Mona, AJ and Gio. I promise." She kisses my lips, "Just don't do anything stupid." I kiss her again, "I won't." I hold her in my arms the entire drive to the airport, I meant every word I said, I am going to protect her and my family, even if it means going back to prison. Thomas is messing with the wrong man, on the wrong turf. Mafia rivalry is said to be like war, it dangerous and there are no negotiations, the first to surrender or die wins and it doesn't matter who gets caught in the crossfire, blood will be spilt, and victory will be declared, no matter the costs.

Gavier's room, he is the assistant personal adviser to the governor and it sucks Am assassinating him tonight I barged into his room and found him sleeping peacefully Oh so bad This is going to be your last day on earth Your guards couldn't even save you so believe the saying that if God does not watch over you, the watchman watcheth but in vain I pointed the silencer at his heart. I shot him three times there before blasting his brain. Mission accomplished I slid out through the window stealthily before escaping from the building. One of the guards shot me in the leg but it's bulletproof so it didn't have any effect. I entered the car and set the GPS LOCATION to maltimon that's where my Maf

Not that I would want to touch the shit after he has been through half the town. And you had to go put that image in your head. The lips of your princess were up against all of that. It makes my body cringe. Fuck! Pushing this aside. I think that we are being followed. Well, I don’t think, I know, what lame-ass bodyguard will I be if I can not pick that obvious shit up. We have had the tail since we left the mansion. Perhaps it can just be a car that is going in the same direction, but I am pretty sure that a black Mercedes constitutes as a car that you truly need to keep your eyes out for in this nasty big old Mafia world.

Antonia was scared her son would be killed in the hospital; hence she was taken home. “Are you ready?” Ira asked, handing Olivia a gun. Olivia stopped what she was doing and scanned Ira from head to toe. Both women stared at the gun. “This is for protection…just in case” Ira coaxed Olivia to take it. She swore never to dirty her hands with blood… However, in the mafia world. One had to be vigilant. “I'll take it,” Olivia said and took him from Ira “Fine… If anything goes wrong…just call me, make sure you don't overdo things” Ira warned, knowing what they were about to do was dangerous. Olivia could get exposed if not done cautiously.