Mafia Tech Bro
Tanisha Gregory never imagined her life would collide with the dark world of power, crime, and revenge. As a defiant employee working under the intimidating and impossibly controlled CEO, Christof Gustavo, she’s used to clashing with him. Their relationship is nothing short of explosive arguments, and a mutual dislike that simmers just beneath the surface.
Christof isn’t just a powerful CEO running a successful Tech empire, he’s also a man with a second life. Beneath the tailored suits, calculated authority, lies a ruthless mafia boss, a man who has built his world on loyalty, control, secrets no one outside his inner circle should ever know. Tanisha was never supposed to see that side of him. Yet through a chain of unexpected events, she becomes entangled in the truth of who he really is and once she does, there’s no turning back.
As Christof struggles to suppress feelings he never planned to have for the one woman who constantly challenges him, Tanisha begins to see cracks in the man she once thought was cold and untouchable. But love in Christof’s world comes with a cost. His girlfriend, Pepa, refuses to accept being replaced, and her quiet fury sets a ruthless plan in motion. With one calculated betrayal, she unleashes a violent criminal syndicate determined to destroy Christof and anyone close to him.
Suddenly Tanisha is no longer just an employee caught in office politics. She’s a target in a deadly game between powerful enemies. When revenge spirals out of control and an innocent life is taken, the consequences leave scars that neither love nor power can erase.
In a gripping blend of hate-to-love romance, powerful CEO drama, and high-stakes mafia intrigue, this story explores what happens when love grows in the most dangerous place possible.
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Chapter: Chapter eighty twoCHRISTOFTanisha’s behavior had taken on a physical weight.I felt it every time she set something on my desk. Every response she gave carried the sharp, clipped edge of a woman biting back a second sentence. Even her silence had shifted. Before, it was the guarded, predictable quiet of a professional. Now, it crowded the room like summer heat.Across from me, she was typing corrections into a spreadsheet. Her face was neutral, but her shoulders were drawn high and rigid.“Tanisha.”Her fingers froze over the keys. “Yes?”“I’m still waiting on that file.”She reached for it immediately and stood from her desk. Her heels struck the floor in a harsh rhythm as she made her way over. I tracked the stiffness in her spine before she reached the edge of my desk.She extended the file. I took it, flipped to the first page, and let my eyes skim the columns before looking up.“These numbers are hollow. The projections are missing.”Her jaw shifted, a tight muscle flexing near her ear. “I sent a
Last Updated: 2026-05-27
Chapter: Chapter eighty oneTANISHA“Who the hell takes a girl fishing and then ghosts her after?”My voice was flat, muffled against the pillow.I lay sprawled across the mattress, watching the ceiling fan track lazy, predictable circles overhead. Late afternoon light cut through the blinds, casting narrow, yellow bars across the floor. Beside me was an unorganized pile of laundry I’d lost the energy to finish folding an hour ago. Or maybe two hours ago. Time was a blur on weekends now.It had been over a month since I last heard from Roman.Over a month since I’d watched him lean against the gunwale of that boat, river water shivering against his black sweater while he laughed at me for letting a fish escape right back into the water like an idiot.My stomach twisted. I grabbed a shirt from the basket and snapped it straight with entirely too much force.For the first two weeks, I had assumed he was busy. It was logical. Roman wasn’t a man with a predictable routine or a surplus of free time. He’d never offere
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Chapter: Chapter eightyCHRISTOFWord got to me a month ago that Roman had gone off the grid. Again.The news had arrived through the usual channels without urgency. Mainly because the shipment routes remained active, payments moved uninterrupted, containers still cleared the ports exactly when they were supposed to.Men still answered calls. Operations continued with the same level of potency I demanded. Whether he was physically present or somewhere halfway across the world doing God knew what, business remained untouched.Which meant Roman disappearing was not going to be a problem. For me at least.I watched as the rain dragged against the windows in thin uneven trails. The weather had turned the city outside dull and silver all afternoon.Tanisha sat at her desk, attention fixed on her monitor while soft white light from the screen reflected faintly across her face. She appeared noticeably irritable, just as she had been for days.Her hair was pulled back neatly away from her face, exposing the small g
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Chapter: Chapter seventy nineTANISHAWe started packing when the the sun had dropped low enough to bleed copper across the water.The river was a mess of broken light, flickering every time the boat caught a swell. The temperature had dipped, too. I felt the chill deep in my marrow as I reeled in my line, focusing hard so I wouldn't repeat the disaster where I nearly hooked my own shoulder.“Careful,” Roman said.“I’m practically moving in reverse.”He stepped past me, moving with a heavy, certain kind of balance, snapping the rods into their racks. The boat rocked under his weight. I white-knuckled the railing until he reached for the cooler, the lid shutting with a solid, final thud.The air on the deck was thick, smelling faintly of river water, metal, and fresh fish. My sweatshirt sleeves were pushed halfway up my forearms, and despite washing my hands twice already, they still carried traces of bait and cold lake water.River water.Whatever.Same difference.I crouched beside the tackle box near my feet, s
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Chapter: Chapter seventy eightTANISHA I sat across from him near the center of the boat while he opened a bottle of water and handed it to me.The plastic felt cold against my fingers.“So how did you even learn this?” I asked.Roman leaned back against the seat, sunlight catching briefly against his watch.“Self taught.”I blinked. “Seriously?”“Yes.”“That’s actually impressive.”His shoulder lifted faintly.“I wanted to learn so I did.”I nodded before taking another drink.The river moved steadily around us, soft waves rocking the boat beneath our feet. Overhead, gulls circled lazily against the pale afternoon sky.“How often do you come out here?” I asked.“Not very often.”“Too busy terrifying the corporate world?”Roman looked at me calmly. “I terrify people instead. Not as time consuming as the corporate world.”I let out a breathy laugh, shaking my head at the joke.Roman smiled fully, enough that something unfamiliar tugged unexpectedly low in my stomach. His eyes crinkled slightly at the corners whenev
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Chapter: Chapter seventy sevenTANISHASome of my weekends belonged to Roman now. Which still sounded ridiculous in my head sometimes. Months ago, I would have puked at the thought of sacrificing my sacred weekends to willingly participate in obscure activities with one of the most unreadable men I had ever met.Yet somehow, here I was. On a fishing boat, holding a fishing rod, in the middle of the Hudson River. The breeze across the river was sharp enough to pull a few strands loose from my bun.Sunlight flashed sharply across the surface of the river every time the boat shifted, bright enough to force me to squint occasionally. Somewhere farther across the water, another boat drifted slowly past, small against the endless stretch of blue-gray river and tree-lined banks.I stared down at the rod in my hand, then at Roman. The back at the rod.“This still feels unconventional to me,” I said.Roman sat across from me near the stern, one arm resting loosely against his knee while he adjusted something on his reel. T
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Chapter: EPILOGUEDays had slipped by in a swirl of nerves and excitement, but today I was finally ready to tell Monica. Crest had kissed my temple that morning before work, smoothing a hand over my still-flat stomach, and said gently,“I’ll handle telling the kids. They should hear it from me.”And something about the certainty in his voice, quiet, warm, protective, helped me breathe a little easier. I invited Monica over that evening. She drove down from work, wearing her manager badge like a medal she forgot to take off. Her mood was upbeat as usual. Immediately she stepped in, her jaw slacked.“Oh…” she breathed. “So THIS is what you meant by ‘Crest’s place.’ It’s humongous. I mean, I knew Crest was fancy, but this is next level.”I snorted. “Oh please…” I said, pulling her towards the kitchen. “Come on, help me me dinner.” She paused “What? I’m here to help you make dinner?” “No, but let’s start with that.” She dropped her purse on the marble kitchen island like she’d been personally betrayed
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Chapter: Chapter sixty sixI wasn’t sad, I wasn’t spiraling or crying or dramatically staring out windows like in the movies. I was just… thinking. Thinking so hard my brain felt like it was humming under my skull. Two days had passed and I hadn’t left the apartment. Not because I couldn’t, but because moving felt pointless when every answer I needed was somewhere inside me, not outside. I paced. I sat. I lay down. I got back up. I drank water. I ordered food and didn’t touch half of it.My emotions weren’t loud, they were quiet, orderly, lining themselves up in my head like files waiting for review. Crest wanted to stay home with me both days.“You don’t have to be alone with this,” he had said, searching my face like he expected to find cracks.“I’m not alone,” I’d told him. “I’m just… sorting myself.”It wasn’t sadness he saw. Just… the heavy, scary weight of possibility. So he went to work, He didn’t argue, but he lingered in the doorway that morning, as if leaving felt wrong but hovering felt worse. And t
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Chapter: Chapter sixty five I did not remember standing up, but suddenly I was on my feet, pacing the bathroom like the walls were closing in. The test sat on the counter, bold and blue and merciless. Crest hadn’t touched it. He just stood by the door, not moving, watching me with a mixture of awe and dread, like he didn’t know whether to smile or step back.I pressed a shaky hand to my forehead. “I… Crest, I don’t know what to do.” It came out harsher than I meant it to, but fear tightened all my words. He approached slowly, like I was a skittish animal. “Sasha. Sit with me,” he said softly, guiding me toward the edge of the tub. But my legs wouldn’t bend. “I can’t decide if I want to have it,” I whispered. “This is a life. This is everything. I—I’m twenty-six. I barely even know how to handle my own chaos, much less—” My throat closed. He didn’t interrupt. His patience made it worse somehow, made my fear feel valid, made the moment real.“I—I mean I knew I’d want kids someday but being an actual mother,” I c
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Chapter: Chapter sixty fourTime goes by so fast when you’re happy. Three months ago I was with Crest, the love of my life, in Greece. Living in a figment of my imagination. Now, our bond was stronger than ever. Life was almost perfect. The kids kept coming over every weekend, as usual. Monica was excelling, the restaurant was thriving so well under Monica’s management, that I didn’t need to go in every day. Crest was happy, content. It felt like the universe was smiling down at me.Until one Thursday morning, I was sautéing garlic for a simple breakfast, nothing intense, nothing unusual. When the smell hit me like a physical slap. My stomach lurched violently. I turned off the stove so fast the pan nearly skidded, stumbling backward as a wave of nausea punched through me. Crest, still half-asleep and buttoning his shirt. “Are you okay?”“Yeah,” I lied, swallowing hard. “Just… dizzy.”He stepped forward, but I waved him off and hurried to the sink, rinsing my mouth, blaming it on stress… or maybe I was coming do
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Chapter: Chapter sixty threeA full week had passed since Greece, our closet now looked like a luxury logistics hub. The last of my shipped gifts had arrived. Boxes. Velvet cases. Handwritten notes from jewelers whose names I couldn’t pronounce. With the obscene amount of jewelries I now owned, I’m pretty sure I could open a small jewelry store. I organized everything, sorted what would stay here, and packed the rest neatly so I could take the pieces meant for Monica and Cherry to the restaurant.When I walked into my restaurant office, carrying two glossy, heavy gift bags, both girls were already waiting, coffees in hand, eyes sharp like they’d planned an ambush. Cherry spotted the bags first.“Ohhhh, what is that?” she asked, eyebrows climbing.“Please tell me that’s not a skincare routine,” Monica said. “Because I can’t emotionally handle another twelve-step product line right now.” I dropped the bags on the table, they thudded loudly. Both of them froze.“Okay,” Cherry whispered. “That’s not skincare. That’s
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Chapter: Chapter sixty two We stepped out of O’Hare and into the cool Chicago air, my body felt like it belonged to a different timezone entirely. The sky was a dull gray, the kind that made the whole city look washed and sleepy. We didn’t talk much on the drive home.Jet lag had wrapped itself around us like a heavy blanket, Crest’s hand rested on my thigh the entire ride, thumb tracing lazy, absentminded patterns through the fabric of my sweat-pants. It was the only thing anchoring me to the present. When his driver pulled into the parking garage of the apartment building, I had to bite back a groan as I stepped out of the car, my legs didn’t feel like mine. He noticed instantly.“You good?” he asked, voice rough from exhaustion.I nodded, even though I looked like I’d been tumble-dried.“You?” He gave a tired half-laugh. “Barely.”We rode the elevator up in a quiet that wasn’t awkward, just heavy, familiar, exhausted. My head rested briefly against his shoulder. He kissed the top of my hair without thinkin
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