Handsome Mafia Boss Novels & Stories

Lorenzo's eyes narrowed dangerously as he retorted unhappily, "Is that why you called me?" The man trembled in fear; he could hear the displeasure in Lorenzo's voice. After being beside him for years, he knew how ruthless his boss could be. Beads of sweat gathered on his forehead as he nervously added, "They are backed by the mafia gang from the next city. We can't suppress them easily." Lorenzo looked at him intently for a minute, and then, when he moved, it was to raise the muzzle of a gun to the man's forehead.

My best friend, my partner in crime (well, figuratively speaking), and the one person who could always brighten my day no matter what. I parked my car right next to one of the many luxurious cars lining the parking lot and stepped out, smoothing down my dress and taking a deep breath. The idea of seeing Emilia after so long made my heart race with excitement, but there was also a small knot of unease in my stomach. Mansions like this didn’t belong to ordinary people, and Emilia’s vague descriptions of her “boss” who turned out to be Alaric Castillo, was anything but ordinary. One of the most feared and ruthless Capo in the mafia.

His voice was stern, cutting through the air with an accusing tone. Confusion clouded my mind. "Who are you talking about?" I asked, hoping to clarify the situation, but he seemed to ignore my question. "You might be in the wrong room, sir," I said calmly, trying to maintain composure despite the tension in the air. "Harvey Knight, Aria is my daughter. I am Rocco Marino," he declared, his words hitting me like a thunderbolt. Rocco Marino—the notorious mafia boss and one of the wealthiest CEOs in the business world. His nickname, "The Rock," resonated with fear and respect in the underworld.

He grinned, whirling me around and showing off his perfectly white teeth, I hate the fact that these people are always too handsome and most of them aren't the scary and scar-filled mafia lords I was told about, not even the ones with ugly teeth and tattered look I read from books. The set of mafia men I get to experience are the ones with beautiful sculptured faces, a perfect jawline, beautiful tribal tattoos inking their whole body, and beautiful diamonds adorning their ears, they are perfectly irresistible, the only thing ugly about them is their soul, who knows maybe they traded them for the beautiful face they all own.

CHAPTER 2 Aurora’s Point of View “You are going to marry him”, he said and and I saw the woman beside him smiling widely at me like she was enjoying destroying my life. “Are you joking?”, I asked and as if on cue I laughed. But you can recognize the hint of aggravation in it. “You know I'm not”, he said. Yeah, I know. Being the Mafia boss, his words are laws and I am not exempted from that. But why would he go this far?

Xavier said putting his hands under Aria's butt and standing up with her He started to walk when he turned around. "And for the record I'm not just a guy." he gave me a wicked smirk "I run this joint." They walked away and I felt a little lonely when I heard Aria laugh as they went down the corridor. I leaned over and looked at the people passing down below. It took me a couple of minutes for Xavier's words to register and when they did a gasp left my mouth. Wait.....He's the Boss???? XAVIER'S THE BOSS OF THE MAFIA!!!!

" Boss, Mr Williams is here to see you" a huge looking man said as he walked into the office. The office was designed according to the taste of this man seated behind the desk, dark and it gave off an aura of dominance. His boss, Nahil Gustavo was seated on his chair and had a cigarette in between his lips. He looked too young for a man of thirty years old and someone who ruled a big conglomerate and also the head of his mafia family. He looked evilly handsome in his black tailored suit and he screamed of beauty all over.

Another day he had mentioned saying he has his own black deed but he's honest. Thinking back, iris remembered Maximo had yelled at her once, saying something about the rule. Now that everything fall into space, she understand the real hard work behind his wealth, his professional workers and staffs and his real profession. He is a Mafia Boss and not just anyone, but the Italian Mafia man who has many peoples, members and staffs at his beck and call. He's not only powerful but was dangerous too , he's not only cruel but was kind hearted.

And I saw the figure of a very handsome man, he looks older than my age but doesn't seem too far from our age gap. He's really handsome and very masculine, a mix of the Italian and Greek faces that my boss had previously told me about. He has extraordinary charisma and is handsome, but he also has an aura of terrifying cruelty. The handsome man also looks very angry at me, he holds my face tightly and makes me very scared. "I'm Riccardo Palermo! I'm the leader of the Palermo mafia and no one is allowed to enter our area! Or you will end up dying after this, for having dared to enter my territory!"

I said it so casually, you’d think I was talking about clothes or makeup. They both stared at me in silence. “Wait—you’re not kidding?” Jean finally asked. I shook my head. “Why would I joke about something like this?” “Let me just get everything out at once,” I muttered, then went on to explain everything—every detail. Let’s just say their reactions were… a lot. “So yeah,” I finished, leaning back into the couch, drained. “He’s a goddamn mafia boss. And Angelo is alive—unlike what Conan said.”