Bos Mafia Cantik Novels & Stories

In a dark and menacing room, a man was suspended upside down, his agonized screams reverberating as two merciless men relentlessly beat him with hot rods. Two burly figures in black shirts and trousers, each holding a rifle, stood guard at the door. A tall man, clad in a black tuxedo, strode into the room, his face etched with sullenness and eyes ablaze with fury. He was Andrew Anderson, a Mafia Boss known for his rudeness, arrogance, aggression, and ruthless dominance. The world quaked under his authority; none dared to defy him, and all lived in dread of his power.

I am truly blessed to have him in my life. A black jeep screeches to a halt in front of the entrance, sending spirals of dust into the air. Tore and Rose are here. I walk down the staircase and open the passenger door to see my sister all dolled up and smiling. Her blonde hair is styled in beautiful curls and she is wearing perfume. My lips lift into a smile, I can see that she is having fun with the money I sent her and mother. The mafia pay well but I have to be honest, work is not all a bed of roses here. In fact, work as a member of the mafia is brutal.

Yet, one thing stood out to me: not many of them would bother to address me directly. Their glances towards me were fleeting, often dismissive, as if they were seeing right past me. At first, it felt as if they regarded the women at their side in a similar light—accessories, no more significant than the expensive watches they wore. However, my patience began to wane when a burly man with a cigar, presumably a higher-up in the Mafia ranks, eyed me up and down in a disturbingly overt manner. “Looks like you’ve picked a good one this time, Logan,” he commented, a lecherous smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “Much better than the last one. She was too skinny and frail, but this one looks…

I said, looking straight into his death stare. “No?” He shook his head slightly and continued, “Every whore works for someone. Is it the madam of an underground whorehouse that is in need of money or one of those useless scumbags that want me dead?” His upper teeth grazed his lower lip, biting down enough to deepen the curve of his mischievous smile as his eyes gleamed with a dark amusement. At that moment, I carefully slid my hand into my purse and collected the tracker without him noticing, but I had to distract him so I could attach it to his watch.

I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him quickly only to be interrupted by Landon. "Can't you two seriously wait? We're kind of in the middle of something if you don't remember." I grinned at him before shooting one of the opposing mafia members just before they could reach him, unbeknownst to him due to his complaining. His eyes widened as he glanced back at the body lying behind him then turned to face me again. "Thanks." I nodded, the grin growing on my face.

He was about to punch me when he stopped and became pale and weaker. The knife I used was small but, it had a deadly poison. "Goodbye, dog of a mafia org." I'm a killer, yeah, I'm not just an ordinary model. I hate Mafia the most. I love killing them. ------- "Wifey, awake, awake!" I woke up when Warren jumped on our bed. "What's the matter Warren?" I asked sleepily. He lay down next to me and moved his foot. "You have a male visitor. His name is Yuhan." He said while pouting.

Estevan quickly carried her like a bride and ran her to the car. "Should we make a baby too?" Gabe whispered to Larisa. "Why not?" Larisa said seductively before kissing Gabe again. "You really know how to captivate me," Gabe uttered before pulling her closer to him. That is the story of how Larisa Castellan captivated the Mafia Boss. Sometimes, what we planned is not happening. But what we didn't plan is what's happening. And sometimes, we just have to go with what our fate is before the best things happen. The end

But now, he stood still, watching every movement of his rival’s brother. Martin’s face bore no emotion. Just calm calculation. Once Lorenzo left the scene, Martin crossed over casually. He looked at the girl's face—eyes open, accusing the night. He sighed, knowing he had to move fast. Inside the club, he found the security room. The guard inside was half-asleep, scrolling through his phone. "Hey," Martin said, knocking on the glass lightly. "You the guy in charge?" "Depends. What’s it to you?" Martin smiled, tapping a bill into his palm. "Just need help finding my friend. She’s wearing a blue crop top, long braids. Can we skim through the camera outside real quick?"

She works as a book keeper in one of the stores around. Tom Madison is the second in command of the most feared mafia gang, headed by his brother. He is 26 years old. Charlotte is 27 years old,the ex-girlfriend and baby mama to Anthony.

That wasn't even funny I gave him a slight punch on his elbow then I walked upstairs to the indoor cinema following his directions. "Wow, wow and wow!" I exclaimed on seeing the room. There were like six sofas and then a big screen in front, I think it was part of the wall. "you like it?" I heard him ask. "yea" I replied paying little or no attention to him. "I'm an only son from a royal family, my parents were killed when I was ten years in a mafia rivalry and all this are theirs "he said in a sad tone.