Bodyguard My Mafia Boss Novels & Stories

Unlike Andrei, he was dressed in a long red plaid shirt, with a white hoodie underneath and black jeans paired with white basketball-style sneakers. He wasn't a prince charming either, nor was he the king of sensitivity, but he was sensible and eloquent in being himself. She couldn't help but feel comfortable around him. She could have conversations with him even when she was sure he looked down on her, but he was kind then, and everything else didn't matter. She remembered the stereotype that mafia members always dressed formally, and if they were young, they looked like hip-hop enthusiasts or delinquent youth, but they didn't fit those descriptions at all. They probably fooled people with

I say clipping my bra on and pulling my shirt on and pull my shorts back up "Trust I didn't know whatever we just did was gonna happen," he says rubbing the back of his neck. I give him a smile I kiss him on the cheek and before I head out I say "I'll be out dress shopping," I say before I leave he calls me "Yes," I respond. "You'll have bodyguards going with you," He says going back into his stone-cold self. "What why?" I ask "People know your my fiancee now and since I'm a mafia boss people are going to want to get you seeing as they'll think that you are my weakness and we can't have that now can we," he says leaning against his desk.

Laying his head back, he waited patiently for the Doctor to return with his belongings. “Here.” He said coming into the room. “There is a phone and wallet only, the rest of them were destroyed when we had to cut them away from your body. The police want to speak to you.” He said handing Bobby a card. “I promise I didn’t call them, I kind of have a feeling you are part of the Mafia.” “Oh, and what makes that so obvious?” Bobby snapped. “Since your friend left, there are always guards outside your door. You do realize you are not welcomed in this city per your situation.” He said glancing down at his stomach.

I received it in haste and i dash into the airport. I started to look around for anyone suspicious , anyone who might be the rightful owner of the bag. " Hi " I heard behind me and i whirled around to see a white handsome guy with a long hair which he pack in a ponytail. No doubt he was into something illegal because his face looks like those of the criminals in the movies i usually watch Back home ,he has a scar on his forehead. Subtracting the scar he would have been the most handsome man i have ever seen in Louisiana.

I couldn’t help but raise my voice. A bodyguard? Seriously? Like, Hello, I can take care of myself. I don’t need someone constantly following me. That’s why you were kidnapped. One part of my mind countered. He was about to speak, but someone else beat him to it from behind. “Woman, you know too well that your husband is a mafia boss. That fact alone explains the reason why you need a personal bodyguard for your safety.” As he fully entered the kitchen, my attention was drawn to the small cuts on his right cheek. He loosened his tie, revealing the redness of his fist.

I looked at them. They were all in black. I didn’t need anyone to tell me that they were the mafia. This must be a mistake. It wasn’t possible. I wasn’t going to believe anything they had said.“100 million dollars? Do you know what you are saying?” I asked the leader of the men as I raised my head in defiance. “You can ask your grandfather” he smugly replied. I turned to my grandpa and saw that he had a similar expression on his face. Before my grandfather could speak, the gang leader beat him to it.“Hey you!” the leader called the other person and they moved towards me.

he said with an ironic chuckle. "What were you prepared for exactly?" I asked curiously. "For being chased by another mafia gang." "So you are in the mafia then?" I asked. Since Elian was already telling and there was nothing else that could risk my life more than it was now, I might as well just know a little bit more about him. "Not just in it, but I'm the leader." I gasped. "For real?" He nodded. I tried to digest the information. So… my boss was in the mafia? No, just in it. He was the leader of a mafia gang. Wow.

I followed the car carefully and patiently, making sure to keep a bit of a distance to avoid being noticed. Today was the final day the boss had given me to get the girl. I didn’t know what he wanted and I honestly didn’t care. This was a job to me, nothing more. The Don’s orders were to kidnap her and keep her locked up in one of the Mafia safe houses till he gave me further instructions. I pulled my car over a short distance away when I saw that they had stopped. I watched from across the club parking lot as the bodyguard stepped out and opened her door for her, she stepped out after a while.

One of the bodyguards, who had a deep scar on his brow, approached me. "Where is my friend?" I asked. "We want to see Miss Green first," said the bodyguard. "Where's your boss?" Frade asked, blocking my way. “You want to see the boss?” said the bodyguard scornfully. “Don't dream. The boss won't come. You can deal with me directly.” Damn old fox, I should have known he wouldn't come. Then I said to the bodyguard. "I have to see my friend first." "Then you have to bring us the person we want, and we'll exchange hostages at the same time," the bodyguard said.

she finally answered, “Can I see your boss now?” The guard nodded he stepped to the side ushering her in with a faint smile on his face that made her even more annoyed. She regained her poise and went into the building, although her heart thumped as fast as she could run a hundred meter race she stood strong and ready to face the devil himself—the mafia boss whom her father was indebted to. Alex Maldov was surprisingly handsome contrary to what the rumors pictured him as—a haggard looking being with a hunchback and the temper of a thousand lions, he was also depicted to have a huge scar gliding across his face and a mouth with cold sores around the rim.