He's Dating A Mobster Novels & Stories

“Do you know what he does for a living?” “Who cares? As long as it brings money, then I'm very much in.” Of course, she expected that from him. “He's a Mafia boss.” “Really?” “Yup.” “Wow, then that's interesting.” He snickered. “Then I can not obey certain laws, and still get away with it because my dearest sis here is dating a man with authority.” “What's your problem? When will you use some senses.” Her hand reached for another pillow, throwing it to his nose.

"I'm already on it. What are your parents smoking? This guy would never marry an ordinary Indian woman. He's currently dating another billionaire, Lucas de Mello's daughter, Alisha. He had a string of girlfriends in the past and they all look like supermodels." "You fucker, are you calling me ugly? Stop staring at them and tell me more about him." "You just stop biting your nails and think about the biryani."

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 said, patting his shoulder. He'd wanted to earn more money, and we'd given him that. Now he wanted to pull out and keep himself clean because we threatened his good reputation? What he didn't realise was that getting involved with mobsters was like joining a cult — there was no easy way out. The man spared me one last glance before walking away. A cruel smile painted my lips, and I gave Damon a call. "Keep an eye on that fucktard and have our men monitor his family," I instructed.

"Not at all, dude. I’m just relaying the information I've gotten. As per reports, it would seem that he is only in love with your wife. He does not play around; he has no side hustles, and even if the relationship between them ended, he never stopped caring for her." "That is just your assumption, then. What are you trying to prove here with me?" He doesn't want to, but this information is getting on his nerves. He won’t even believe that a mafia son would not be a bastard to play around with, especially with women. "Men will be men, and there will be no exception to the rule. Just like us, that jerk probably has a lot of secrets hiding in his closet."

she winks waving goodbye and walking through the doors. “Actress??” he takes her seat grabbing her cuo and taking her place easily I shake my head “International Model” “She's very beautiful” He comments turning back to me. “You both will make the perfect couple” I wiggle my brows taking another sip from my mug. He laughs a bit, “If Dominic had not grabbed you for himself, I would have done it if I had seen you first” he says boldly shocking me He laughs, “You should be able to take a joke Isabella, these Mafia men would throw jokes like this around you all the time you know” he raises a brow at me.

He took a bottle of shampoo and put a small amount of it on my head and helped me in washing my hair. "Hmm. So how was your day?" I asked him as I closed my eyes trying to enjoy the little massage he is giving me. "Nice." He said. "It wasn't. You were angry, then later you fought the men. So tell me what's nice about it." I reminded him. "I got to fight, at least." He told me. "Fight? Are you a thug?" "No, I am a mobster and I derive pleasure from it." He confessed.

I paused as her eyes blazed. "I am not a coward" she gritted out and I pulled her impossibly closer, the gun pressing deeper under her chin. She hissed in pain as I leaned toward her, my mouth at the shell of her ear "Play nice little tiger after all image is everything in the Mafia circle, isn't it? You wouldn't want to be forced to go on your knees in front of so many witnesses would you?" I whispered then unable to restrain the lust pumping through my blood, I bit at her ear.

“I don’t know why, but I find everything about you, especially your eyes, very attractive. I just can’t stop thinking about them.” “Nothing is ever going to happen between us. Not just because of Archer, but because I’m done dating criminals, and I mean it. So even if you are being a hundred percent sincere, I’m just not interested in this,” I asserted, watching something flicker in his eyes. “Now, drop me home, and after that, I don’t want to hear from you.” “Alright,” he agreed, and I couldn't help but wonder what would happen next. He wasn’t like other men, he was a mob boss and I knew they didn’t give up easily. \

And all of a sudden, everything just went South. Anthony had to come back into her life. She, who had chastised her best friend, kissed her ex husband. Worse part, her current lover was not aware that she had ever set eyes on his "brother". She snorted. She sighed as she felt his hand squeeze hers. She was back into this mobster shit. She turned to look at him. His focus was mostly on the road, and the seatbelt hugged his chest. He looked so innocent. How could he be a mobster? Why would he be one?