Bos Mafia Cantik Novels & Stories

Mafia’s Maid Ashley froze on his lap as soon as she heard his demand. She was watching him without blinking her eyes as she didn’t believe the task he ordered her to do. Master Jeremy was holding a sinister smirk over his face watching her shocked expressions keenly. When she didn’t move even a bit after a few moments he bent down and sucked her nipple which was pulled out by him to wake her up from her trance.

Ella grabbed the menus and looked over the cuisines the restaurant had to offer. “Madame, Sir may I take your order please?” The waitress assigned to the table said, humbly in a professional tone drawing the attention of Ella and Keenan. Keenan’s eyes roamed the waitress from top to bottom liking what he was seeing, He cleared his throat and looked at the menu again. “I’ll have the Manti : Mini Ravioli and Red wine” He said flipping the menu down. The waitress quietly wrote the meal down and she turned to Ella. “You miss? Anything you’d like to order?” She asked holding her pen on the page not yet to write down the order.

They all come to you with so much sweetness but after a while, when all the butterfly flutters in the belly are gone they begin to act all weird and start doing things to you that you wouldn't expect. I need to keep myself safe from such people. Nate is a mafia boss, he kills people for a living. People's lives don't mean anything to him. He can just attack you anytime, anyway and anywhere. How can I even trust him? How do I know if he just wants to play with me and dump me after that? Nate can't like someone like me. How can a mafia boss who specialises in hurting people be capable of liking someone? I decided to let go and not ponder on the matter anymore.

As he stretched out on the soft couch, he breathed out deeply and sent a cloud of fragrant smoke into the air. Logan Castillejo is a well-known member of the Foedus Corp, which is a well-known mafia group. Taking people's lives is a job that he does with ease and grace. Logan was born into a wealthy and politically influential family, so he grew up with a lot of money and comfort. He quickly and easily gets what he wants. Logan always gets what he wants, no questions asked. The way he lives his life is based on this philosophy. He is an only child, so everything comes to him easily and he lives a very comfortable life.

Fishy Something is going on and I must find out but offending someone from the Russian mafia isn't something I want to have on my plate right now. It's bad enough that the sub-gangs beneath us are threatening to pull out all because they can't stand to see a woman lead the mafia. Very pathetic but I strongly understand their plight. The mafia business isn't a child's place and being soft and beautiful will only get you killed, but I'm nothing close to soft. I give Mr. Dmitri and my uncle a look over before resuming to my lobster. "So, what brings you here? Mr. Dimitri," Isabella, my Uncle's first daughter queries. Using her famous "soft and delicate flower" tone.

"Hey! Why are you angry? Altair is fine, right?" Morgan chased after Jessica who had pouted and scowled in annoyance. "You think it's a game? Why do mobsters like you like to keep beasts? Bears, lions, tigers, crocodiles, why not rabbits? Pigeons or hamsters maybe?" What the hell Jessica? "What? Are you crazy, huh? There's no Mafia like that! That's not the Mafia, that's a sissy!"

I touched her face, but Angel slapped my hand away. "Don’t be stupid! We’ll both die out here if you keep this up!" "What a beautiful couple!" Mancini shouted, making us turn toward him. "It’s a shame you made so many bad choices, Falcone! Choosing that girl was your biggest mistake!" "I believe the opposite—Angela is perfect for me." I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her body against mine, not caring about him. "Of that I have no doubt. She’s childish, weak, and foolish—just like you. Two kids thinking they could run a mafia..."

What an idiot—an absolute masterpiece of idiocy and assholeness. She masked her terror with feigned confidence and spoke in a calm tone. “No, Mr. Mancini. I’m sorry, but I don’t take week-long bookings. I only work per night. If you want a two-week booking, find someone else,” she stammered, trying to come up with a quick excuse. God help her escape this ruthless mafia boss. Luciano’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t pull away and remained hovering over her face. His expression remained unreadable. “You work only at night, huh?!”

Before Javier could speak, a muffled thud came from the walk‑in closet. He snapped his head toward it, looking even more terrified. “Someone’s in there?!” I sighed. “Looks like more than one person decided to disobey tonight.” I told my men to hold Javier, then walked to the closet. I opened the door. A young man was pinned against the wall by my bodyguard, his face twisted with anger and embarrassment. It was Noah Carter. The youngest son of the underboss of the largest Mafia family in the Italian Quarter.

he says angrily, his hands curling into tight fists at his sides. “Sweetheart, Bella is the absolute perfect mafia princess to become your wife,” she says to him, but she purposefully shifts her gaze around his shoulder, her cold eyes locking directly onto mine. She wants to make sure I hear every single word. “She’s endlessly wealthy, drop-dead gorgeous, highly intelligent, and most importantly… she’s worth it.” A mafia princess? An arranged marriage?