บททั้งหมดของ To The Mafia Born: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Angelina had fought him like a tigress when he told her she belonged to him now and he was going to enjoy taming her. Locking her in his room he had ripped off her clothes and raped her violently then he had kept her naked forcing her to do all the things she hated and he loved. It did not matter to her when he told her he loved her, that he had always loved her and she should have chosen him not Carlos. She had said simply,‘We are not children any more Giovanni. I made my choice and I do not regret it.’She had spurned him when Carlos was alive and now she spurned him again he was dead he had lost his temper at her words and that was why he forced her he reasoned with himself. He had not wanted to do it, if she would just do as she was told he had wanted to love her and treat her like his queen. Foolishly the stupid woman had thrown it back in his face and told him she still loved Carlos and she would always love him until the day she died too and joined him in eternity. It made him

He was bouncing her up and down ramming into her and she threw back her head in ecstasy a wild scream coming from her deep pink lips, ‘Oh God, yes Carlos, yes.’ She cried out as her orgasm overtook her, he could only watch jealously as Carlos gripped her slender hips harder and pounded into her grunting as he found his relief filling her with his seed. Giovanni wanted to kill them both he was so hurt at their betrayal but his lust for her only escalated with his anger. He wanted to possess her, he wanted to own her but more than anything he wanted to fuck her his eyes narrowed and he made a silent vow, somehow, some way she would be his. He left the barn just as quietly as he had arrived and then turned back to it shouting their names as if he had j

When two people went down with minor injuries to their legs and then a third was hit in the chest, albeit on the right side, they had shot a few rounds near his feet to bring him to his senses. It hadn’t, the idiot was so drunk he turned his gun on them leaving them with no choice but to shoot him in self-defence. He was killed instantly, their shots had a lot more deadly accuracy than his and members of the public quickly came forward to offer themselves as witnesses to aid their defence. Giovanni became the Don after his father's death. He quickly established himself as even more ruthless than he had been securing his position by eliminating all who dared threaten him and then he went after the prize he wanted. Carlos was twenty-five and still naive enough to trust the man he had grown up with and who up until that moment had been his best friend neither of them ever dreamed he would betray them so badly. He had not even thought about defending himse

He needed an insider, someone who knew the Mafia but would work with him, his orders were simple, take Paolo out as cleanly as they could but it was becoming increasingly difficult as the years passed. He was a patient man but even he began to lose hope that finding someone to end this tyrant’s reign was becoming an impossible dream.Paolo was no fool he knew he was a target so he found guys that were lookalikes, he had the classic Italian look, tall, slim with black hair and almost black eyes, and sent them out in his place. They all perished at the hands of his enemies and the Police, he was slippery and evasive and they could not catch him no matter what they tried. The President searched for a solution, even those in Paolo’s pay were growing increasingly tired of his endless violence, everyone lived in fear of everyone else, no one was safe, lives were worthless and ended for little more than a few dollars by overactive teenagers high on drugs. Something had to change as Paolo gre

He did not admit it to the boy but he missed Sicily too, the warm sunshine, beautiful food and the pretty girls, everything in Manchester seemed dull and grey in comparison, weighed down by the constant rain. It was no wonder Dante swore all the time, sometimes all this damn rain would be enough to make a Saint swear. well, at least an Italian Saint anyway. Shaking his head he forced himself out of the melancholy threatening to engulf him.‘Come with me, Dante. I know a good way to blow away this boredom, I think you are old enough now to begin your proper training.’He led the boy into the purpose-built gym in the basement of the large house they had purchased it had everything needed to train Dante into the fearsome fighter he must become. He had quickly lost the innocent trust that had led him to be captured and they had taught him a few of the little things that might get him out of trouble if he was ever kidnapped again. Franco led him to the back of the gym and pressed a conceal