Handsome Mob Novels & Stories

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.

Gianluca Martelli, an Italian Mafia lord based in New York could be seen making his way out of his company and into the car that was waiting for him. He was a handsome man with deep blue eyes that reminded one of the deep blue seas. He was built like a demigod, with height-6'5. He had a chiseled jawline too. His eyebrows were neatly carved. His light skin which was almost pale did well in complimenting his deep blue eyes.

Handsome didn’t quite cut it. He was stunning, the kind of man who made people stop mid-sentence without even realizing it. His hair was jet black, cut sharp at the sides, falling just enough over his forehead to make him look recklessly elegant. He stood at least six-foot-five, broad-shouldered with the kind of posture that came naturally to men who owned rooms without saying a word. His face was all clean lines and high cheekbones, his jaw defined, his mouth firm. But it was his eyes that did it—steel-grey, cold and deliberate, scanning the crowd like he was already two steps ahead of everyone there.

They were all tall, stocky men, attractive if the dark glasses were removed even when there was hardly any natural light and everything fell into darkness and there was an undeniable smell of alpha coming from each one of them. -With the only people you don't want to cross in your bloody life- Zacarias replied with a smile and turned to a man who was approaching them -Sander, it's good to see you- The one named Sander was neither more nor less an alpha with a broad, muscular build, and he wore a scar that crossed his face above the eye. Her short black hair was carefully combed back. All normal until one noticed the type of clothing that did not go unnoticed. What is this jerk doing getting

He smirked and snapped her neck before he disappeared into the shadows. Casper is a young good looking man, infact scratch that he is a beautifully handsome man that no woman can resist. His skin is smooth white and pale with a blue pair of eyes that can Pierce anyone when furious. His tall with a very toned body, perfect abs and body. His Sharp jaws and pointed Sharp nose was beautiful but his aura deadly, His Glory was dark and shady. Alot of people calls him a Mafia while some calls him a Lord, while some calls him a ruthless CEO, billionaire.

C3 – NEEDS A WIFE Eros woke to sunlight filtering through the curtains of his bedroom. He opened his eyes slowly, adjusting to the brightness, and felt a weight beside him: a woman with messy hair and a sleepy smile on her face. Without a word, he sat up on the edge of the bed, letting the sheets fall to reveal his sculpted torso. His tanned skin was decorated with dark tattoos—symbols that spoke of his past with the Albanian mafia. His dark hair fell messily across his forehead, and his gray eyes gleamed with a cold, almost inhuman intensity.

Jeff's cold, sharp, and stern face now looked brighter and fresher when he laughed freely. Truly, it made him look many times more handsome. Coupled with his light laughter, it made this mafia boss even more charming. Ah, no, this mafia boss was indeed very charming. His handsome face, firm jawline, sharp eyes, thick eyebrows, well-built and proportional body, and several beautiful tattoos on his body. He was truly the definition of a real man. Handsome, firm, authoritative, and manly.

"Who the f*ck cares about that!? So what if you have 30 billion dollars? You rubbing it in on our face, huh, Mr. Future-Premier-of-Little Xeottect? F*ck! Get 'em, boys!" The mob did not care if one of the people they were going to beat up had all the money in the world. They just wanted a target to blow off steam—and these two were about the most perfect as targets could get! They lunged and attacked. They only broke apart after they were satisfied. None of Caleb's original handsomeness had survived. His face was a catalog of red patches and swollen bumps. Even his hair looked like he had inserted his wet finger into a socket.

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.

Alexander said. “No, you keep them… Mob boss.” Kristine said mischievously. “I obviously won’t fit in.” Camille almost choked on the drink she was having. She struggled to keep herself from laughing “he’s a weak ass.” She said. “Insolent kid.” Alexander said to Camille. It was obvious they cursed themselves for fun including Victor. “Billionaire would be better.” He suggested to Kristine. “Billionaire mob boss.” Camille mocked.