Handsome Mob Novels & Stories

Zeke’s voice carries through. Marco opens the door but doesn’t step inside. He gestures for me to go. For a second, I consider refusing, but I’ve already asked for this. So I step forward. Zeke isn’t alone. Dante’s here, hunched over a laptop, files scattered across the table between them. The glow from the screen paints his face in hard lines. Important mafia business, obviously, and I’m the interruption. Dante gruffs when he sees me. Zeke only glances up, his fist curling, his elbow digging into the table. His gaze pins me in place—a prisoner all over again.

I stood there, looking at the handsome man in front of me. He had tousled dark hair that fell perfectly around his face, framing his strong jawline. His eyes were a deep blue, almost like the ocean, and they sparkled with confidence. He had a well-defined body, muscular yet not overly bulky, and he wore a fitted shirt that showed off his toned arms. I couldn’t help but think, who looks more handsome than him and Milo?

I just shook my head at him and smiled a little. "Eh? What type are you Reian? I heard that the 1st Mafia Boss here is handsome...what's his name?" Brenda asked Maureen, Maureen pouted as if she was thinking deeply. "Hellion....ah yes! Hellion, I heard he is the most handsome in the whole Mafia World hehehe" They both giggled. Even I was surprised by what they said but I couldn't help but smile. They don't know me being owned by Saint after all. So I have no right to hate the male flesh of my entire system.

Luna Belle POV I turn my face toward the voice, and then everything inside me goes still. The guy leaning on the wall next to the door is both the most arresting and scariest male specimen I’ve seen. With a square jaw and strong nose, his angular face is strikingly handsome. Yet at a certain angle, there’s a harshness to those lines. Tall and broad with hair as black as coal and skin with a Mediterranean coloring, he looks like a character who emerged straight from a fantasy book. From a different world. He can be either a fallen angel or a demon, depending on his mood.

There was a hint of fright on the guy's face as he winced stepping back before he ran off like a rat. His hair was dark and cropped military-styled. Indeed, very sexy. His biceps muscles pressed against that white fitted polo t-shirt and a glance to his abs, definitely six packs, or even eight packs, Taya wondered. Finding herself staring at the man, her gaze went up to his face and she hoped that she didn't gasp out loud this time. If Lucas were a prince charming in a fairytale, this man was a Greek God; strong jaws and perfectly trimmed stubble short beard that defined his masculinity.

"I'm not sad, I'm just engrossed in thoughts." “Hello, gorgeous.” His smile is so vibrant, I regret coming out of the house looking like this. I didn't even do my hair, I'm sure it's looking so messy right now, and here is Möbius looking so out of this world. He has exquisite taste, and I think everything looks good on him. His tattoos make him look dangerous and sexy, and his black hair is so neat. I wonder why he ruined his body though, he isn't my type though.

he warns me. My eyes turn to the environment and a single man wearing a black T-shirt and pants approaches us, i take note of his appearance, with over 6 feet tall in height with a muscular build, rugged features, buzzed black hair with a snake tattoo drawn at the left side of his face, and piercing brown eyes “Are all the Mafia men handsome and attractive?” I whisper to myself with a smirk “Did you say something?” Alex turns to me with a brow raised, a sly smile on his face

Father says, finality in every syllable. I’m about to push back again when Don Luciano stands and takes the microphone from his assistant. The man is tall, commanding, and every inch the mob boss—but when he glances my way, there’s a strange softness in his eyes. The kind of tenderness I never expected from a career criminal.

he answered "Damanico might have Royalty and the only way for the two of you to talk is if you lure her out. Cardinal will also show up to get the box if you throw that into the mix." "And we'll get Royalty, go back to the mafia and get Cardinal on our trail then blackmail him." I finished Felix's sentence. "Yep." he turned and grinned "Never trust a mob boss and his assistant." I found myself laughing at that one and then walking down the back stairs with him. His girls came into the SUV with us. Royalty....I want to see you. Make things right with you again. Felix handed me an untraceable cell phone and handed me a number belonging to Cardinal. I smirked then dialed the number.

Finally, the bartender left his station, taking a seat next to Chiara. He placed his hand on her thigh, clearly taking advantage of the fact that Chiara was drunk and not in the right state of mind. “So, I’m Gambino. What’s your name?” He asked, flashing her a slight smile. Chiara’s cheeks reddened. If it was back then, she would have pushed his hand off and complimented it with a slap but she was much too intoxicated to care. “Chiara.” She muttered, her eyes locked on his green ones.