Handsome Mob Novels & Stories

She hesitated for a moment, wondering if she was in the right place, but then her eyes landed on the familiar figure sitting in the shadows of the lounge. Leo. He was lounging casually, his dark blue shirt stretching across his broad shoulders, the sleeves rolled up just enough to reveal his forearms. A black beanie sat on his head, giving him a dangerous, rugged look that only accentuated the fact that he was the crime boss she’d gotten herself tangled up with. He didn’t need music or people around him to command the space—he was the energy of the room.

I'm directly across from Luca. Looking at him now, it's hard to see a man with a bad reputation. He looks ordinary. He's actually quieter than I thought he'd be, but maybe I have to wait a little longer before concluding such a thing. My first impression of him is that he's a calm person with an inviting smile. There's a sweetness to him that is a sharp contrast to what I see in other disreputable men. Men with bad reputations aren't sweet or calm. Or even quiet. Not in my world. So, who is Luca Ferrante?

I felt like I was being swallowed by something as I moved into the luxurious house. Then he led me into what looks like a study, and immediately I walk inside my throat goes dry as my gaze settles on him.. Meeting Kairos Morrell wasn’t what I expected…. The kairos Morrell, the most powerful mob boss in the state is sitting calmly with no hint of cruelty in his expression as he watched me.. If you’re wondering how I recognized him so quickly? Well asides from him being the king of the Irish mafia he was also a very successful, wealthy and power business man, one so influential he was feared and respected by everyone in town.

That man was giving out an aura similar to a formidable king’s. Monique Xander was truly stunned! She had met a lot of people throughout her job as a cab driver, but she had never seen such an extraordinarily good-looking man. ‘No,’ Monique Xander thought, ‘There will not be a more attractive man than this in the whole city.’ “Hurry.” Henry Moore’s inhumanly handsome face was without any emotion, his magnetic and cold tone had an irrebuttable arrogance about it. Cold air instantly swept over as if the air conditioning was set to the lowest temperature. She felt like she was freezing.

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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.

He had forgotten that the man sitting before him was a deadly man, a billionaire and a mafia lord who controlled thousands of men and thousands of properties and he knew not to talk to him anyhow he liked because he could have his head for it. "I'm… I'm sorry," Bruno quickly apologized. "It's okay, you don't have to apologize. I was too soft on you," Connor sighed. "Wait! Is the boss suddenly growing weak?" Hans chuckled. Connor threw a pillow at him but the big man caught it effortlessly, laughing his butt off as he saw the look on Connor's face. "I don't think I'll say he's weak… just soft," Orlando smiled.

I said, looking straight into his death stare. “No?” He shook his head slightly and continued, “Every whore works for someone. Is it the madam of an underground whorehouse that is in need of money or one of those useless scumbags that want me dead?” His upper teeth grazed his lower lip, biting down enough to deepen the curve of his mischievous smile as his eyes gleamed with a dark amusement. At that moment, I carefully slid my hand into my purse and collected the tracker without him noticing, but I had to distract him so I could attach it to his watch.

“You think I’m going to spill that?” “Could be.” I take my bowl to the sink, spoon in hand. He’s so close that his breath brushes against the loose strands of hair from my ponytail. “Tell Nolan that if he gets involved with the Morfils, he’ll need that arms deal. The peace we have now won’t hold.” His pale complexion stands out even more up close. He’s practically a step away from being an albino. The Casper nickname must sting for someone like him. The sharp scent of beer fills the air.

At first, it was weird, since he never did it since we met again, but I'd gotten used to his smile now. "You're so strange. A lot of girls would kill to be in your position." "What position?" He shrugged, then with an arrogant smirk, he responded, "You got yourself the most handsome Mob Boss in New York. He doesn't let you work, yet provides you with all your needs and fucks you with his seven inch cock every night until you scream. Isn't that the dream?" I choked on my pastries. He casually handed me a glass of water. "Dice!" I reprimanded. He just stared blankly at me. I stood up, shaking my head. "I'm done with you. Goodbye. I'll visit your company tomorrow