Yakuza Girlfriends Novels & Stories

In 1957, at the age of twenty-three, she married a furrier named Brickman. However, that union exploded because of her husband's constant flirtations, in addition to his penchant for grand larceny. With a young daughter and an indefatigable spirit, Arlyne resumed her destructive pursuit of glamour and influence only to end up raped and beaten to a pulp at the hands of mobsters she considered her friends. The rape marked in Arlyne's career the advent of a new cruelty, born simultaneously of a desire to ven- The Mob Girl 18 ganza and the need to protect herself. She spent the next thirteen years of her life in a stormy and often violent relationship with a Genovese mobster named Tommy Luca. Du

I couldn't believe he mistook me for a prostitute, and my ego couldn't accept the fact that he left me money to pay for my supposed "service." "I want you to be my woman," I was so shocked when I heard that. "You want me to be your girlfriend?" I asked, still couldn't believe that he want me to be his girlfriend. "What I'm offering you is to become my woman, not my girlfriend," he said, and the confusion I felt turned into annoyance. When he said those things, what he really meant was for me to be his harlot, his bedwarmer, his booty call, his slut! I would not lower myself down, so I immediately stand up, ready to leave, but he stopped me from leaving.

Markus says looking me up and down as he went, I don’t reply but the feeling of discomfort takes over my body. “Arrogant pig” Jacobs’s voice says in my ear which forced me to hold back a laugh, but he was correct on what he was saying though. “Mason, this is my best worker Austin and his absolutely beautiful girlfriend Payton. Austin and Payton, this is my new business partner Mason” Markus says introducing everyone, I just couldn’t get over how many gold rings this dude has on one hand, aren’t they weighing his hand down in some way?! “Is this what all women have to deal with on a daily basis? Well this was definitely an eye opening experience” Jacob says while I just smile at the two men,

she retorted my question back to me with a raise of her brow. “Give me that” I huffed snatching the spliff from her hands and placing it to my lips. “Two beautiful women, crying because of my dear friend and my idiotic brother. I believe something needs to be done about that wouldn’t you say Diego?” Marcel Eyed his whiskey glass as he swirled the ice around. “I suppose we could rough them up a little?” Diego suggested a mischievous look upon his face. I frowned at the thought of Lucien or Lorenzo being used as a punching bag.

“What the fuck are you doing with my wife?” Zayan laughs. The bastard actually leans back in his seat, drapes an arm over the booth like this is funny. “You’re delusional, man. Your wife? You’re divorced, you piece of shit,” he sneers. “And she’s My girlfriend. So I’d say what we do doesn’t concern you.” Girlfriend? The word punches me harder than I expect. My fists clench at my sides. Luca apparently finds it amusing because he smiles as he asks.

My driver’s girlfriend glared at me from the front passenger seat and snapped, “Can't you read? You’re always mooching rides off my boyfriend. Have you no shame? If you can’t afford a ride, just stay home. People like you are the worst!” I looked at my driver, Jason, completely baffled. He hurried over to me and lowered his voice to explain, “Miss Silva, my girlfriend doesn’t know I’m a driver. She’s pretty possessive. She only put up that note because she loves me.

Brenda continued impatiently, "Hurry up and take down all this disgusting stuff. Do you even want to marry me?" I gave my bodyguards a meaningful glance, signaling them to throw her out of the house. Then I turned and walked out. Before they could even approach her, she grew more impatient at my ignoring her. She suddenly snatched the urn from my arms and smashed it to the ground. The last shred of control in my mind snapped. Staring at Brenda's hateful face, I could no longer restrain the anger within me. I grabbed a nearby vase and smashed it down onto her head. Then I wrapped my hands tightly around her neck.

A slight curve appeared on his lips and he replied: “Of course.” Why did I bother to ask this person? Of course, he already checked all of my records. After all, he was the mafia king of this city. Well, at first I didn’t know that my girlfriend’s father was a mafia king but after our last meeting I checked on him and if I said I was not shocked to know his identity then it’ll be the biggest lie. I was very scared but I will not step back. I love Isabella. I’ll not leave her and I’ll make sure this mafia king will accept me.

Another yakuza captain moved in front of me and shoved his thick cock down my throat, fucking my face while reviewing financial ledgers. Akira sat at the head of the table like a queen, calmly sipping tea as she watched her men use me. “Don’t be gentle. She can take much more during business.” The negotiations continued without pause. Min-jun pounded my pussy relentlessly while discussing alliances, then pulled out so a Korean lieutenant could take his place. A yakuza enforcer forced his way into my ass at the same time, double-penetrating me right there on the table as the men talked millions in shipments.

My voice failed me. Nora pulled me into an embrace, holding me tightly, protectively. “I know. I know,” she murmured, fingers threading through my hair. “You’re not alone. Alexa, I’m here.” “ Fuck, this is bullshit, what will happen to us now?” Nora said releasing me and roaming around the kitchen to calm her nerves. She’s my girlfriend, and i love her. Whatever this marriage is, no matter how important it is, i won’t let it come between us.