Handsome Mafia Boss Novels & Stories

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne

He most likely is a bastard. We were greeted by a small brunette and a big man with strong shoulders as we knocked on the oak door. As he shook the man's hand, the father grinned. These are probably the parents. Father gave me a nod. "It's my daughter here. Alessandro Ferrari She is the mafia boss in Italy." Although I did, they failed to notice the contempt in his words.

(NFTMB) Chapter 91 Alessandro (Green Eyed Monster) Horror. Absolute shock. What is happening to me? Why does everyone get away with deceiving me? I feel useless and as dumb as a bitch. Can I ever get anything right? Why do I always get used by people? I'm a dumb mafia boss. A very dumb mafia boss. Possibly the worst mafia boss in history. With each wave of hatred and self torture, I downed yet another glass of whisky down with great force.

“He was at one of my clubs, drunk might I add, before saw me. He claimed that ‘Ezra D’Caprio’, in his eyes, ME, ruined everything for him alongside his wife. He started public shooting, and almost killed three girls at the club. Thankfully, the cops weren’t around the scene when we got out, and people were yet to arrive in full numbers. But I had to close down for a while. Now, I came here because if men are going to end up coming to Moscow to ruin my business, then I am going to have to deal with you.” “You’re part of the mafia, aren’t you?” “Isolated or not, it runs in our blood. I am Pakhan, or in other words, Boss bossov.” Boss of Bosses. “Or what you call a Capo dei Capi.” “Separated or

Most importantly I was an outsider there and he,perhaps was a De Niro or some rich spoil brat. I tried to walk past him but he blocked my way causing me to finally have a look of his appearance.He was of Stefano's age,no doubt also having the same handsome genes of De Niro males.His blonde curls falling over his head and his black eyes,they were dark both with lust and something more intense. I know men in the mafia are sex obsessed.Keeping concubines and prostitutes and even rape isn't surprising.It is in my own hand to save my dignity like I did all these years.

"That seductive eyes of yours are worth a million, don't you know? Especially those lowest scums who are willing to spend half of their fortune just to satisfy their sadistic side." He continued as his finger teasingly ran from her eyes down to her cheeks and exposed neck, he smirked. Sumire can now see his visage clearly, from the elegant and opulent room filled with priceless art and antiques, she now confirms this man was no ordinary person. 'This man certainly the Mafia boss.' Sumire scoffs. "Who are you?" Sumire asked as she gave him a menacing look, eyeing him from head to toe. Eyes narrowed, she got a vertical wrinkle between her eyebrows. Her lips pursed slightly.

Looks: 5’7, White, brown round eyes, wrinkles, brown short hair always on a ponytail, slim. Family: Raphael Lockwood (boss, like a son) / Robert Smith (husband) / Isbella (Tammy) Smith (daughter) Friends: N/A Romeo Karkov (62) Job: Leader of the Russian mafia Raphael’s biggest enemy Personality: despicable, unfaithful, rude, dangerous, womaniser, disrespectful Looks: 5’7, White greasy hair, Fat, wrinkles, with uneven teeth. Scar on the right side of his face, green eyes.

I wrapped my arms around his waist and hugged him tightly. "I just do not want to go. I want to stay into this heaven. I do not want to go back to the hell of that merciless devil." I replied honestly. Yes, I was afraid of him but I was more afraid of going back to America. I knew once I would be there, De Leon would cage me forever and I would never get to live for myself. I would be nothing but a slave to him. I would rather become the slave of this mafia boss instead of becoming the slave of that devil. Hearing me, he just chuckled. That made me worried if he would soon send me back or not.

Zane Asher Domínguez. That fucking bastard. I should kill him. I really should. And then, sendhis head to his father’s billionaire estate as a warning and start a war that had been long overdue. How dare he get so close to my woman? The nerves! Didn’t he know who I was? I was Zane Mendoza! The most ruthless, unforgiving, mafia boss in the entire city. No one dared mess with something that was mine…

It was obvious everyone was excited and startled to see the young man, but the man wasn't in the mood for all that. The young man was identified as Lorenzo Brown, who was one of the people dominating the country, and of course, he was the richest man in the country. He had power and authority, and even the government respected him. " Good evening Mr. Brown." " Hello, Mr. Brown." Lorenzo didn't even bat an eye, and he gave a curt nod to people, who greeted him. He adjusted his suit and lifted his gaze. He glanced around the cocktail party, that was happening with an indifferent face. He wasn't the type to socialize, but his coming here had a reason.