Bodyguard My Mafia Boss Novels & Stories

He glanced at Janet in the backseat and gently brushed her hair aside. “Looks like you’ve gained some good weight,” he said with a small laugh before starting the car and driving away. As they left, the capo and bodyguards, sitting in the other vehicle, watched, and the capo chuckled. “What is it, boss?” the bodyguard asked. The Capo watched them. “Have you ever seen a Mafia boss driving a police car?” he raised an eyebrow, and everyone laughed.

I only thought I had what it takes. “And what were you doing when the boss’s daughter left? How did you not see that?” The guard looks like he’s about to piss his pants, and I hope he does. It’s the least of what he deserves. That’s not going to help Mia, though. I study the car, taking notes of the make and model. There’s a good shot of the tags, too.

My mother sat beside me, her eyes fixed on her husband. “The Bratva is getting stronger. They’ve allied with the Greeks and are trying to claim our territories. They’re growing bolder every day. We’re lucky to have so much prestige and to be at a truce with the Camorra and the 'Ndrangheta, but we can’t ignore the threat the Russians pose anymore.” I nodded silently, still confused about why he had called me here for this, since, according to him, women had no business knowing about mafia affairs.

He follows my gaze. “Oh,” he says. “Ohhhhh. Okay. Damn.” I grunt, exhausted. “…but also,” he says, eyes suddenly lighting up, “what job? Who hired you? Are they hot? Are they rich? Oh my God, is this a mafia thing? Did you take another mafia job? I swear to God, Gio, if you drag us all back into crime—” “It’s a private-bodyguard contract.” Matteo’s eyes go round. “For who?”

a voice yelled and pulled me before I was run over by the car. I stumbled to the ground, my head resting on chest of this strange figure. When I raised my head to him, I was met with a set of dangerous blue eyes staring back at me. Short brown hair, tight jaw and a bit of a mustache, he was gorgeous. I had no idea men like this could be bodyguards, he would excel more if he were a model. He gently pulled me off the ground, and before I knew it, I was spun around. The sound of a gunshot flew past my ears, blood splattered on my face.

**** Body….what? I was confused. "Miss Gem….sorry I'm late…did anyone bully you?" He asked. Everyone was shocked….how could a handsome man who was fit to be a model or an idol be standing here as a bodyguard. "Uhmm…. uhmm…. I… uh." I didn’t know what to say….I mean a bodyguard came out of nowhere. "Let’s go, Miss." He said and dragged me with him. He pushed me in a flashy car and drove a few distances before he stopped and handed me a file.

I laughed saying, “I really miss you.” “Me too, pretty face, let’s get going.” He said, I walked with him and his driver and bodyguard carried my luggage to the car. Wow, I never knew he had gotten bodyguards, I always knew he would be great as a kid. “What are you doing with bodyguards? Are you into the Mafia business?” “No, I am not but I can be a Mafia boss if that will make you choose me.” I hit him again. “Can you stop hitting me, what a woman.” We giggled and zoomed off to his place.

“Of course I do. You never let anyone forget.” Ethan watches, quiet. His presence is subtle but strong. I notice him watching me smile at Miriam. It makes something twist inside my chest. I push it down. Miriam bumps my shoulder lightly. “And Ethan here… you always travel with bodyguards now? Or is he your official grocery partner?” I freeze for a half-second. Ethan smirks faintly. Miriam notices it, raises an eyebrow. “He’s my… assistant,” I say quickly. “I mean, he helps with errands. That’s all.” He doesn’t contradict me. He just walks beside me, calm and steady.

Alexander stood in a crisp black Armani suit, shoes polished, hair combed back in a charming quif to the side, the earpiece tucked in place behind his ear, again tucked in his holster and posture perfect with his hands behind his back like a true soldier even though there was no one in the study he was standing in. Alexander was waiting for Richard Gambino, the notorious mafia leader to arrive and meet with him. He had recently been hired to protect his daughter and Richard Gambino wanted to meet with Alexander first.

Just then, we hear Neo starting to approach, there are two other voices, and a brief gun battle starts. I hear a thug trying to wrestling Neo down. “Look at this goddamn idiot. Walking straight into our hands.” “Who is you goddamn idiot.” “This is fucking hilarious,” The thug bursts out in laughter, “Our new mafia boss has the dumbest crew members.” They are creating a long enough distraction to get us in. “Let's go.”