Bos Mafia Cantik Novels & Stories

" Sophia dodges the trees branches, even pushing some of the dense ones out of her face as she approaches him. "Duck," he yells and throws a peanut at her simultaneously. Sophia's too slow, it hits her forehead. "Ouch," she soothes her head. "What was that for?" "The biggest Mafia organization in the continent is after you, and if I'm not wrong, you're a wanted criminal. And you think you have time for sluggish reflexes? You have to think fast and smart, Sophia." "I hope I don't remind you of your ex, you're getting agitated," she walks towards him. "I'm done getting depressed over them. That was traumatic."

Furthermore, I was currently standing when he came to me and handed me a bottle of cold water. "Thank you," I said in a low voice. "Sit down. I'll just take a shower, and we'll go out." "Okay, boss." I followed his order and went to the sofa. As I rolled my eyes, I saw a single picture frame on top of the piano. It caught my attention and I approached it to take a look. The mafia boss is in the picture, and he is holding a five-year-old boy. While one of his hands was around the beautiful woman, not only beautiful but gorgeous, like an actress. I think the girl is not Filipina because her eyeballs are sky blue. In my staring, I didn't realize that I was holding the picture frame, and I was s

But there’s no time. “What do we know about the niece?” I ask as we climb into the car. “Not much. She’s eighteen, a senior in high school. Red hair, blue eyes.” “Anything else?” “Straight A’s. Doesn’t date.” “Doesn’t date?” I raise a brow. “Yup. No boyfriend. No drama.” What teenage girl in America doesn’t date? Weird. But she’s a mafia princess, so maybe not that weird. We arrive at Sal’s house around 3 p.m.

I nod curtly and we leave. The party is already packed with elegantly dressed people, their appearances scream wealth and power. It's a mafia ball meaning everyone here is from a crime family. The most dangerous place to be if you ask me. I spot Carl conversing with his fellow businessmen and of course, he brought a date. Today a brunette hangs on his arm and she's smiling like she just won a trophy. He probably is done with the one from yesterday. Carlos fucking Moreno. Who can blame him though, the man is beyond attractive and he's using that to his advantage.

I wanted to throw her against the wall and fuck her senseless. “Everything okay,” Mickey asked. “Just fine, give me a few more minutes,” she said, waving him off. Mickey looked irritated but closed the door. “Tell me then. Everything,” she said, tapping on the table. She was completely serious, and if I dare say … she sounded almost, deadly. I’d never been more turned on. How was a little accountant she-wolf interrogating a mid-level mafia guy and fucking killing it? Only my mate, I thought to myself. The goddess is indeed still working her magic, I believed that now more than ever.

Haniya came in front of them, blocked the way and cried loudly. “You step back, don't interrupt the work of the police ...” An officer pushed her back, but she still freed herself and hugged the diamond... “If you punish an innocent person, GOD will never forgive ....” Larib also hid the diamond in her arms and sobbed helplessly. “It's not innocent ... it's sinful ... it has to do with the mafia ... now step back ...” The officer said patiently to the two of them who clung to her.... But she ignored her and started kissing Heer's head that was looking at them both crying with love and helplessness....

Santino mocks them. Then, he trails towards Amber and says, “Well, I guess you got what you wanted, the big bad mafia man on his knees for you.” She makes eye contact with Alessandro, and she shoots a glance at the gun strapped to her thigh, which is hidden from the view of the rest of the people in the hall. Alessandro smirks at her. “Any last words?” Santino asks as he walks up to Alessandro. He whispers, “Non ti bacerò mai i piedi.”

Both by the same hand. Yasmine Fernandez. The name curls on my tongue, soft, dangerous, intriguing. I already own several of her pieces. Looks like I’ll be adding more. Despite leading the Rossi Family, the Cosa Nostra’s most powerful syndicate I’ve always loved art. Maybe it’s because beauty, unlike people, never betrays. But beauty can also be a weapon. “Boss.” My bodyguard approaches, eyes grim. I sigh, irritated. They know not to disturb me here. “What is it?”

CASPIAN. I didn’t want Carla to dance with that bastard, Leo Monterobio. He was part of the Mafia, working as Marco Rossi’s second in command. A known womaniser and a very dangerous fellow. I didn't want him even an inch close to Carla. Just seeing him sit close to her had my blood boiling. I wanted to gouge his eyes out for staring at her like she was a piece of meat. I wanted to knock his teeth out for smiling at her like he was in a toothpaste ad.

the guy said "A mafia farewell," Dad said "Yes since Matteo is the head of the Spanish mafia and you are the head of the Italian Mafia Rosemary will get a mafia farewell. It's where all the mafia leaders and their families come. We haven't done it in a while but I think today we all need this," the guy said I looked around to see many mafia leaders standing near their cars and many guards around all of them "Thank you," I said and everyone nodded their heads "We also set up a parameter so that the media will not be heard or seen while we bury the mafia princess," the guy said