Handsome Mafia Boss Novels & Stories

He was becoming an angry sadist each passing day. As he walked, his thoughts wandered. Lately, things have grown tense, way too tense. His boss, Andrés, had been under attack from all sides. Mateo couldn't tell if it was just corporate sabotage or something more personal. The mafia world was full of threats but this was quite unusual. Andrés wasn’t perfect, far from it, but the recent storm around him felt orchestrated, like someone was deliberately pulling strings behind the scenes. Someone who stood to gain a lot if Andrés fell. But who could it be? The mafia world was very complex with a lot of enemies.

It would be harder to escape from there. Lorenzo pulled me down the hall to a door where two men were standing on either side. They both leered at me and chuckled. "I brought her." One of them snorted. "Interesting packaging." They knocked on the door. "Come in." They opened the door, revealing a man sitting in a leather armchair, his silhouette imposing. As my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I recognized him. Elio, the infamous mafia boss. His face had been in the papers for weeks. He looked just as cruel as he had in the mugshots. His eyes were cold and calculating. His face was full of wrinkles. I couldn't imagine that he'd ever been a handsome man. In my experience, most mafia men weren'

He hardly ever gets a rest, and that girl still gives him a pain in the ass," he added. My pupils drew more widely. The fact that he is linked with major organizations comes as a surprise to me because all along I had the impression that he was merely a CEO and a millionaire who owns a great deal of property, assets, and businesses. After overhearing Lorenzo refer to him as his big boss, it's possible that the presence of so many robotic bodyguards was the cause for this. Everything that was strange or unsettling is beginning to make more sense now. The moment he used the phrase "big boss," it was clear that he was a member of the mafia, right? Or, if that's not the case, he could be the bos

she finally answered, “Can I see your boss now?” The guard nodded he stepped to the side ushering her in with a faint smile on his face that made her even more annoyed. She regained her poise and went into the building, although her heart thumped as fast as she could run a hundred meter race she stood strong and ready to face the devil himself—the mafia boss whom her father was indebted to. Alex Maldov was surprisingly handsome contrary to what the rumors pictured him as—a haggard looking being with a hunchback and the temper of a thousand lions, he was also depicted to have a huge scar gliding across his face and a mouth with cold sores around the rim.

I just shook my head at him and smiled a little. "Eh? What type are you Reian? I heard that the 1st Mafia Boss here is handsome...what's his name?" Brenda asked Maureen, Maureen pouted as if she was thinking deeply. "Hellion....ah yes! Hellion, I heard he is the most handsome in the whole Mafia World hehehe" They both giggled. Even I was surprised by what they said but I couldn't help but smile. They don't know me being owned by Saint after all. So I have no right to hate the male flesh of my entire system.

Bernard was beside me as well, not behaving like the pussy I had thought he was. The gangsters finally alighted from the six cars and I knew their boss was present at that moment I couldn't wait to meet him since no one dared to stop me and if the boss ended up being someone lower in rank than me the mafia world, I would waste my sweet million Euro bullet into his hand. One of the gangsters opened the car and I expected their boss to alight from the car which he finally did. I stopped my stern gaze at the gangster boys as I watched the leader who seemed to be in his early fifties, he took off his sunglasses and I recognized him at once.

His voice was icy as the snowdrops during winter. I shook my head. I didn't. I didn't know that he was Capo Dante, the ruthless Mafia Lord who'd end a life, with just a single order. I didn't know that he was the Capo of the most powerful 'Ndrangheta in Italy. I didn't. “I am a Mafia boss, Grenade. I could kill you right now, and no one would care. And don't you ever try to negotiate with me.” He drawled slowly, his tone ominous.

Henshaw Snr's lips were darker than Richard's. "To what do we owe this gathering?" He asked, his voice commanding and making me tremble. My father was also afraid of him, standing before the mafia boss of Top Hills. The man was a crime lord and had been involved in a lot of embezzlement, stolen funds, and some other unthinkable deals. He later legalized his business, getting the government's support in this city. His wealth was unthinkable, immeasurable. Yet, he sat there, dressed casually like he was a poor man. But when he speaks, his voice was confrontational and assertive.

Massimo tossed the gun to one of his men as he began walking towards his men and wiped his hands with a white hand towel “Dump his body somewhere this will serve as a warning to those that dare go against me give money to his family” “And clean this place up it irks as fuck "Yes, Boss." Then he walked towards the exit with his other men following him. With No expression on his face, his eyes were devoid of emotions and his strong and tall body made him look like a the real mafia boss that everyone is afraid of. He has curly black hair, a pointed nose, high cheekbones, and a prominent lower jaw and chin. "Where are we heading now?" he asked his men. "To Mr Tom, Sir. The CEO of Berg pharmaceu

He's really run out of love for her, I tell myself. I start to worry if he's okay when the clock’s short hand hits 8 PM. Is he safe? Is he back home? Are there casualties? I start asking myself as if I should. Well, I need to know if my boss is okay. Heaven knows I care a lot for him more than I should. He is my boss, not just that, a Mafia boss at that , I remind myself. I drag myself upstairs making my way into my room but I meet a shocker. I see my boss sitting on the couch, drinking from a bottle of whiskey.