#mafia

Groaning, he gripped his fists in the wild stuff. “Contessa.God, Contessa.” She straightened, changing the angle, changing the pleasure. She shook her hair back and undulated. She was a contessa.A princess.No,a queen. ↗

— Christie Ridgway

#italian #love #mafia #queen #change

I thought of how proud he was when he took the marks- cutting the skin of his throat in a long slash and then packing it with ashes until keloid scars rose up. He called it his second smile. ↗

— Holly Black

#family #honor #life #loyalty #mafia

A mafia don could snap his fingers and somebody would snap my neck. But when I snap my fingers, people start dancing. Or at least my clones would.
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— Jarod Kintz

#dancing #family #fingers #mafia #people

He'd always been a man who followed his head and not his heart.The heart was just a bloody motor.The head was meant to drive ↗

— Mario Puzo

#love #mafia #life