Handsome Mafia Boss Novels & Stories

"Well, it's my one million you spent, so you can scurry off." "Your one million?" "I run the mafia, don't I?" He raised a challenging eyebrow at his father. It didn't seem like the men liked each other. It also didn't seem like they hated each other as well. I could only hope that the man standing before me was not as vile as his father. He was the head of the Russian mob but I hoped he had a little bit of moral in him. He did say he was not going to rape me, so I guess that was a start.

I gave her a hard stare before leaving the room. It was time to deal with the incompetence of my men. I expected the Martin's to try something funny and I prepared for it—thought I did. How could they have been so foolish? Suddenly, a call came in. It was from Santos, the man in charge of the the dark flood (Alluvione Oscura) mafia's businesses at the Bronx. "Boss, I have news." "Spill." "The deal with the Moreli's have been sealed. A good thing for us, especially now."

“Not always, huh?” His expression is pensive. “Maybe never.” He cocks his head. “In my business, you needed a rep to keep people in line. Everyone in Boston understood you didn’t mess with the De Luca family. First, because my old man was such a terror, and then because I was even worse.” There isn’t a hint of remorse in his words. “You’re proud of that.” I cross my arms and stare at him.

It seems that I couldn't get her out of my mind at all. "I will find you Miss unknown." I mumbled but the next second I was distracted by call. It's time to focus on my work. ___ I put back the lingerie in my pocket and stormed out of my suite. Black roll Royce cars were lined up outside with men in black, waiting for me. Their Boss , Caspar Mcadam, the money laundering Mafia King. The god of the American underworld. I'm the symbol of danger, blood and death...no human being in their sanity would like to cross their paths with me... I'm ruthless man with no mercy feelings.

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.

Jeff's cold, sharp, and stern face now looked brighter and fresher when he laughed freely. Truly, it made him look many times more handsome. Coupled with his light laughter, it made this mafia boss even more charming. Ah, no, this mafia boss was indeed very charming. His handsome face, firm jawline, sharp eyes, thick eyebrows, well-built and proportional body, and several beautiful tattoos on his body. He was truly the definition of a real man. Handsome, firm, authoritative, and manly.

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 huff “NO WAY!” Chloe let out a deafening scream that made me quickly pull the phone far from my ear. “ YOU MET LUCA CROVETTO!” “That’s what he said” I replied surprisingly rubbing my chin “Since when did you know about Mr crovetto?” “I’ve read about him in the news, I know he is a big player in the global market, always making power moves, there were allegations against him one time that he might be involved in some sort of mafia activities !”

The same Ruthless, cold, brutal Mafia boss who is the definition of the devil himself, rumored to have killed his own father taken over operations, and crushed all his enemies in pieces, stands right in front of me. Finally putting a face to the name. And looking at his cold rash tone and rage in his eyes, the face justifies the name. What has Dad got himself into this time? Normally it was just some low-budget wannabe gangsters but this? He grabs my chin. Tilting my head upwards locking gaze with mine. When his skin touched mine I felt a jolt of electricity coursing through my veins. He was a charmingly handsome man with frizzy curly hair thin lips a sharp jawline, a spreading mustache, and

His dark hair was slicked back, his jawline sharp. He looked… dangerous. Wicked. Irresistible. I swallowed hard and forced myself to look away, reminding myself of who he was. A brutal mafia leader. A man who tortured without a blink. No matter how attractive he looked, I couldn’t forget the monster I had seen earlier.