He's Dating A Mobster Novels & Stories

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.

RYLAND POV Uncle Vito's eyes were bloodshot as he stared at me. He had his fist clenched, and his eyes followed every move I made. The toll of losing his daughter had taken a lot more from him than I expected. It was good, but I didn't like the look of suspicion in his beady eyes. Simone was a fucking snitch, but he wouldn't be talking anymore not when he was six feet under the ground. The worms were probably feasting on his carcass now. Served the filthy bastard right too.

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?

“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.

After growing up in an abusive home, living in the streets afterwards and becoming a Mafia boss, I feel like the heavens have finally smiled at me. And I'm not mistaken about wanting to marry her. Mia was my peace. My home. The one my heart will forever be with. After taking more shots, I lost my control. I pinned her wet body against the sand, spread her thighs wide open and buried my cock inside her pussy. And as the sun set, I made sure Mia knew— She was mine. To love. To hold. And I was going to pursue her.

He would be lying to himself if he didn't admit a twitch of joy jumped on his chest when he saw Alex on his door, wanting to talk to him. He had been sleeping around, trying to erase the memories of his night with Alex, but he couldn't do it. Alex had something special that Win couldn't shake off. When he realized, what Alex was trying to do when he told him about Scott Martin, he was sure he had to deny him, at least for now. No one took advantage of Win, not even the head of the Mafia. He needed time to think; there's nothing he wanted more in that moment than to run to Alex and be his again, but he needed to be sure of his decision. If he was going to date a mob boss, he had to be totally

After so many days, i have finally learnt to walk normally after his Hardcore sex. Before he comes out I quickly washed myself and wore my dress. I grabbed my purse and Ran downstairs and finally out of the mansion. This house will always haunt me, this is not house it's a hell for me and That man is Lucifer. Dominick Moretti, Italian mob boss. I hate working for him but at the same time I am proud of myself that I am knowledgeable enough to work with him. I am his personal accountant. I manage his accounts. And this is what keeping me and my father alive.

" As I stepped out of the bar, the massive LED screens in Times Square were tirelessly looping a proposal montage that had every woman in America swooning. The man in the video was the current Don of the Moretti family: Dante Moretti. Dressed in a bespoke suit, those hands—the same ones that had pulled triggers countless times and held the power of life and death over the East Coast—were now trembling slightly as they held a massive pink diamond. "Elena, you are my weakness and my armor. Marry me, and I’ll give you all of New York as a wedding gift." Tourists stopped in their tracks, letting out collective gasps of awe. To them, this was a romantic fairy tale between a mob boss and his child

"It seems she used to date a notorious guy, a real troublemaker. He was a leader of a small gang group in this city." I leaned against my car, my mind racing with possibilities. This was the kind of information I had been hoping for – a glimpse into Serena's darker history, something that could potentially tarnish her image in Damian's eyes. "Tell me more," I urged, my curiosity piqued. My informant continued, "The guy she dated was known for all sorts of illegal activities – drugs, extortion, you name it. He had a reputation for being ruthless, and he was even involved in some high-profile criminal cases."

I asked him. "Look, you are pregnant from what I can tell, so I am going to forgive you this once and not tell anybody else about this. But you should not call any other person to put a hit on Stella, she's not someone you can mess with," he told me. "What are you talking about? What happened to Stella?" I asked him urgently. "Stella is now Jonathan's wife, and Jonathan is not someone you would want to mess with. He is involved with the mafia," my hitman told me.