Handsome Mob Novels & Stories

He glances at a table full of serious-looking men quietly enjoying their lasagna near us. I follow his glance. Then I notice the faded tattoo below his ear. And it all clicks into place. He’s Russian. He’s insanely wealthy. He’s all sorts of crazy-possessive and overprotective. He’s surrounded by men who look like they enjoy a good gangland murder every bit as much as a good bruschetta. “Shit.” I slump in my own chair. “Holy… shit. You are totally a mob boss.” Pasha has the gall to smirk. That’s all the answer I need.

That property is not even enough to cover the remaining debt. - Please, Mr. Campbell. I will do whatever you want. - Whatever I want? – replies the man with a grim. Sarah shudder. - Absolutely everything. - She would not have been in that situation if her father had thought about his wife and daughter before doing business with the Mob. Simon gets up and moves forward until he is just a few inches away from Sarah. Using two fingers, he raised her head and, looking at the 19-year-old woman kneeling before him, said:

"He's so handsome and brave, but completely useless on his own." "The mob boss?" Lexi turned restlessly, trying to get the small blanket to cover more of his body so he could comfortably talk to his new friend. "I thought he was a badass. Doesn't he rule over the Five Families in Atlas City? I just assumed he was one of those powerful Elementalist toms like Hades."

I want to add to our group, not have to pick and choose who we have over because we don't have enough room for everyone. He flips off the light switches leaving nothing but the streetlights to illuminate our path. Taking my hand, he pulls me up the stairs as I continue to talk. "Surely you saw people were sitting on the floor to eat and in separate rooms. That's no good. How did I not realize before tonight how cramped this place is?" I stop on the steps in front of him, turning around to come face to face with the most beautiful boy I've ever known. Everything about Moby is breathtaking, his golden hair is always perfectly groomed, his bright eyes are a radiant cobalt, even when he has stub

And I saw the figure of a very handsome man, he looks older than my age but doesn't seem too far from our age gap. He's really handsome and very masculine, a mix of the Italian and Greek faces that my boss had previously told me about. He has extraordinary charisma and is handsome, but he also has an aura of terrifying cruelty. The handsome man also looks very angry at me, he holds my face tightly and makes me very scared. "I'm Riccardo Palermo! I'm the leader of the Palermo mafia and no one is allowed to enter our area! Or you will end up dying after this, for having dared to enter my territory!"

"Oh! You've really come, Mr. Lawrence!" Just as Frank and Silverbell were having breakfast, a smiling blond foreign businessman approached them. Frank had an idea who he was but asked nonetheless, "And you are…?" "Haha. I'm Mobius—one of Yohan Bozad's close confidants." Mobius nodded before turning toward Silverbell. "And this lady is…" "Silverbell, my sister," Frank quickly answered to stop Silverbell from exposing herself. Silverbell was taken aback but soon caught the hint.

He paused, adjusted his gaze, and turned to face me. In that instant, I was struck by his appearance: short jet-black hair, amber almond-shaped eyes, thick brows, a sharp nose, and a defined jawline—features that came together like a work of art. Good grief. His broad shoulders filled out a sleek black suit, and he carried himself with a mix of power and elegance that was impossible to ignore. Before I could collect my thoughts, a large man in sunglasses grabbed my wrists and pinned them behind my back. I struggled against his grip, shouting, "Let go of me!"

I try to get up from the table, but the mobster stops me. “I need you in this business, love—espabilo—, Erick, I need you to arm some bombs for Gian Lucas's whorehouse; love, you will be my bait, I need you to seduce the new boss in charge of the place. Italian asshole stole my merchandise and I want it back.” He wants to bring down the night club with them inside. Damn son of a bitch! ********

Sinister tells him. " Water. Thanks." The emotionless man nods and leaves. I look at the other man at the end of the room. I thought we were gonna be alone. " Don't drink it." Gray says sternly on the mic. I smile at sinister and stare at his physique. Mobsters are always handsome and it's annoying. The top buttons of his dress shirt are out. A snake or probably a dragon tattoo snake out from his skin. He's well built and looks barely intimidated by anyone.

" Alessia's mouth went dry as the men around her began murmuring excitedly. She felt like an animal on display, her dignity stripped away, and a sense of despair settled in her chest. The French businessman smiled, his eyes roaming over her face. "Indeed, a fine specimen. How much for the key to her cage?" Dmitri named a price, an outrageous sum that caused the room to buzz. Alessia's eyes widened, realizing the depth of her capture's connections. These men were not just wealthy, they were powerful, and her chances of escape seemed remote. The businessman nodded, pulling out a thick wallet and peeling off several crisp bills. He handed them to Dmitri, who counted the money with a smug look o