He's Dating A Mobster Novels & Stories

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.

you" he understood well because a smile sprouted on his lips.. ___ see you at the coffee table With a smug little smile he left the room leaving me in infinite need of more contact. Today it was my turn to take a cold shower, the cold water cooling the fire that coursed through my body. About fifteen minutes later I was walking down the stairs to have breakfast with those who were unwittingly becoming my family. Even before reaching the table, he heard the excited voices of Nicolas and his mother, Marli. ___ I'm in charge of this shit so I'll take whoever I want to this damn party ___ """ Isn't it enough for everyone to know that he keeps a cheap lover inside his house, does he still want to

His skin is unexpectedly smooth. “The flower shop?!” I exclaim. Alex grins from ear to ear. I should have guessed! That is not a very common name around here: “I Fiori di Vittorio” the front for Vittorio Ricci’s dirty mafia gang. They have flower shops all over town and in other parts of the country too, which probably cover all of their illegal operations. Those employees in suits are not florists, they are mobsters! I’ll never set a foot in those shops ever again.

During dinner that evening, she got dressed in a pink gown and concentrated on her meal when she heard her father clear his throat. Rose looked up at him, hoping he had something nice to say. "I have got a good news!" He suddenly said to everyone in the dining room. Mia stole a glance at him and when she realized he was kinda looking at her, she avoided his gaze. "I got an offer from the biggest investment company in this City. I couldn't believe President Gun Blackwood would ever consider my company worthy to invest in." Everyone was surprised and that included Rose. "Wow! But isn't that the infamous Mafia Boss? That's very good news, though! Congratulations Cross!"

he said, voice low and steady. “A few details?!” Svetlana stepped back, her voice rising with a mix of anger and disbelief. Her breathing quickened, and her eyes sparked with fury. “Like the fact that you’re the capo of this… this criminal organization?” Dante raised an eyebrow, a flash of irony playing on his lips. “Criminal organization? That sounds… bureaucratic.” “It’s not funny,” she snapped, folding her arms in a desperate attempt to regain some control. A dry, short laugh escaped him, but his expression quickly darkened.