Handsome Mafia Boss Novels & Stories

He had short, brown hair and intense blue eyes that scanned the whole area, looking at everything and everyone. Leo, watching from another window, squinted his eyes, trying to get a better look. "Who the hell is that?" he muttered to himself. It was a familiar face, he was certain he had crossed paths with him before. Then, he finally recognized the man. It was Drew Emiliano. Leo knew all about him. Drew was a new but very dangerous mafia boss. He was known for being completely out of control and was a major player in human trafficking, especially with women.

He had a mischievous smirk right in his handsome face. Yeah, unfortunately the italian mafia boss is a god. A greek god. A greek italian god. Am I even making any sense? He was sitting right across the table. He was annoyingly relaxed and here I am freaking scared of his existence. I wish I didn't know. I wish he didn't tell me who he really was. My bravery flew right out the window when I realized that he's the very top of a crime list. At least he was nice enough to buy me a coffee paired with blueberry cheesecake.

“I’ve got work to do. If you’re not going to order a drink, then I suggest you leave.” He liked her spirit. It had been a long time since a woman had seemed so completely oblivious to who he was. Fernando knew he was a good-looking man, muscular and very handsome. He worked hard on his physique. Being one of the scariest bastards that rivaled her father, he had no choice but to keep in shape. No one had gotten the better of him. The life of a mafia king was what he trained to do and he did it well. He earned the right to be a capo, taking over his father’s territory, making it thrive, and raising the ranks of respect with fear and loyalty.

All of these made him wonder who these murderers were and why they were after a poor guy like him. “He's the exact same one boss. He's the bastard who's been sending those threatening messages to Madam.” One of the goons responded coldly as they all made way for their boss to walk further. His pointy black shiny shoes came into the light firstly before the light slowly and magnificently revealed the rest of him. To say he was handsome was an understatement. Even a guy like Harvey who was straight couldn't help but awe at the handsome man before him.

He stood up while looking cocky and glared at Liam ferociously. The rich kid who was a bootlicker got all worked up and jumped up from his seat as if he was psyched up. His face was covered in excitement as he said, "Let's see how cocky Liam can be now. Darion is here. Liam's done for. Darion is the mafia boss of this area. He's incredibly ruthless. Nobody in this area dares to cross him at all." The rich kid let out a cruel sneer as he spoke. He stared at Liam frostily, as if he was telling Liam that he was dead meat.

Even Rona doesn't know him or any of us know about the real personality of our boss. All I know is that he is a mafia boss. I don't need to find out what his profession in life is because it is obvious from the huge bodies of his bodyguards outside that he is not just any ordinary billionaire. It's not possible that he just thought of building this kind of business and recruited women to serve him just because he wanted to. I've seen a lot of movies like this and their mafia bosses are often handsome and handsome. So sometimes it makes me think too. Is he as handsome and cool as the ones I see on television?

he said and I hit him "Rodriguez? who the fuck is Rodriguez?" The Witch asked "Oh Mrs Luna Rodriguez she remarried," he said making me hit him more "What?" She asked "Yeah she married Matteo Rodriguez richest mafia king alive," Jack said "Mafia!" The witch yelled and Jack hung up "Idiot why? I'm not married to that bastard," I said "Stop hitting me woman," he said and we started laughing When Rosy came back we spend the day having fun. After dinner, I tucked Rosy in and let her sleep.

My hands were finally free from the handcuffs, but my body remained frozen. Then I heard the voice. It was familiar yet terrifying. But then, whoever this man was, his presence was showcasing more danger, power, and sex. My breath died in my throat the moment he stepped under the light, revealing his imposing figure. He was tall and muscular with his dark hair, which had few white strands. My mind reeled as his gaze roamed over me. Eduardo Santini, my stepfather’s boss, is the most fearsome mafia in the city. His eyes locked onto mine, a sly smile spreading. “Please.” I sobbed, not knowing what to say to him. I stood there, shattered, my world destroyed.

I could only imagine what life was going to be like with such a loud rascal. “He laughs like the devil,” I grunted, but everyone seemed to love that devil except her. “But he is handsome. How can a man be so evil and cute at the same time?” I couldn’t stop stealing glances at Max. It felt like I had already broken my vows while I stared at the tall, hot-bearded man. The only part of the story that was left out to me about the Mafia boss was that he was tall, well-built, blue-eyed, and had the most alluring smile I had ever seen.

If you failed to give the answer he wanted, you’d better prepare yourself. The man swallowed hard at Alejandro’s question. “Boss, I don’t—” He never finished. Alejandro stepped forward, pried his jaw open, and shoved a grenade inside—pin still in place. The men instantly scattered. Alejandro pulled the pin, turned, and walked away without a backward glance. Behind him, the explosion tore through the shop, sending pieces of the debtor raining across the street. Alejandro didn’t flinch and didn’t even spare the corpse a glance. His men trembled. This was Alejandro De Rossi—the mafia boss of the De Rossi family. Heartless. Everyone knew how cruel he was. His name was spoken only in whispers, if