Handsome Mafia Boss Novels & Stories

I studied her tiny frame in the distance that slowly closed as my legs moved on its own. She was handed another glass of wine and she didn’t refuse but this time she took a sip. “I heard you’re taking on another case soon. Dangerous,” Katherine wiggled her fingers with a smirk. Lucille waved her hands. “It’s nothing serious,” she said. “I’ll bury him.” “Bury? Girl, he is the mafia boss of the city. Maybe he’ll bury you,” Katherine said and that made me intrigued. “Boss, are we leaving?” Gary asked beside me.

I shuddered, not liking the attention. Carlisle continued, gesturing toward a man with thick muscles and a face that looked like it had taken one too many hits. “Dante Moretti. He’s old-school mafia, no frills, just violence. His girlfriend, Rosa, is a bit out of place here, but she’s harmless.” I looked at Rosa, whose bright smile and bubbly demeanor seemed completely at odds with the grim faces around her. She seemed out of place, just like me.

“Come on, you don’t know that for sure. Besides, I know the boss wouldn’t do that to a kid. If anything, he probably rescued that child and is trying to set him up in a proper home. You’re definitely wrong about the boss.” “We are talking about the same man, right? Angelo Manzini, the notorious godfather known and feared everywhere for his ruthlessness…; that Angelo? Don’t be naïve, Skinner; something is definitely wrong here and we have to save this boy from that crazy boss of yours.” Moira repeatedly poked Skinner in the chest with a finger as she spoke.

Suddenly, a voice sounded so sharp and powerful that they all had to put down their weapons. "Stop it all for me. Are you going to mess up my place? Damn fools." Reflexively, I turned around, and it was a very stylish, tall and noble-looking man in a suit designed in the Italian style. What impressed me the most about him was his platinum hair and sharp, knife-like eyes. It was Fiona's husband and also the leader of the mafia. According to the file that Steven has investigated, he is over 40 years old, but this man looks relatively young. I frowned when I saw so many people walking behind him. From how they dress, I'm sure it's not his juniors, but maybe business partners. That's why he got

Matt panicked, "Boss, I don't know what you're talking about" The Underboss pulled the 9mm pistol behind him and hits the hammer, pointing the weapon to the operator who quickly raised his hands in shock. "Boss, what's going on?" "My uncle will not hire a random person to join the applicants for this post month ago. It must be a mafia operator with good credentials, he knew I would pick you. I don't recognize your face but you know who I am, Luca Antonio, the Underboss of the Finest White Mafia gang, the one who slits throats and projects bullets. Deny it one more time and the pain of a bullet in your brain will be the last thing you feel "

Luca picked up his own drink matching the menancing look of his boss. “Tomorrow works best.” Hugo stood up, straightening his jacket and tied up his hair into a bun. His inked black knuckles were imprinted with the number of people he murdered since he was 16. 16 years of being the head of the Mafia and no one could ever beat him, not if they wanted to live anyway.

I whispered back, the smile on my face nothing more than a mask. The man who stepped into our path was massive. Bald, thick-necked, with a jagged scar running down his face. One of the Odessa heirs, probably. They were the Petrov’s biggest rivals.

Instead, he was too focused on her wound. "Gently," she requested while biting her lips in pain. "I'm being gentle. It just hurts, we can't do anything about it," he defended coldly. Eliza smirked and simply shook her head. Who would have thought that this man is a Mafia Boss? "How many people have you killed?" She suddenly asked. It was so random that it even made Frederick stop and eyed her. "Why? Don't you like me now?" He asked blankly. It's funny that he doesn't even have any expression.

John's pov It wasn't anything new for dad to be that cold hearted. In fact, besides his associates, he only ever approves of a loan when he knows the borrower can't pay back, then he has to take something worth more than what was borrowed; something he only had to invest in a little and it brings in ten times more money that was lost. We're the mafia, shady business like that is what we do. I was left to my thoughts in my office, afterall, the only important work that needed my attention was in dad's private room and I wanted to be far away from him at that moment.

The man couldn't even look at Gabe. He breathed out and folded the letter that his employee passed to him. "I'll wire you money to use for your medication. Make sure you heal and come back here healthier," Gabe said. She was surprised. Her eyes were glued at him. Her heart was pounding—she was melting. Have you ever been amazed by someone's kindness? Well, it was her first time to admire someone. Gabe Clyborne—a Mafia boss. He's far from what he knows about him. They said he's cold-hearted. No, he's not. Just right now, Larisa proved it and witnessed it with her own eyes.