He's Dating A Mobster Novels & Stories

“ He is the Mafia Boss of Black Stone Clan. The day he left me in the middle of nowhere and I asked you to pick me up, that was the day I found out.” “ Fuck! I'm so excited!” CeCe exclaimed and my brows knitted together into a frown. Was she serious? “ I've always wished to date a Mafia boss. I love dark romance!” She exclaimed and I almost groaned in frustration. “ Well, I'm not a dark romance girlie, so what do I do to exit this relationship?” I asked.

She groaned and tugged at the strands of hair on her head. Alexander Moretti was forbidden fruit, he’d always been. In the past he was her older brother’s best friend, her father’s best friend’s son and a Mafia successor, but now he was the Don and he had a girlfriend.

After struggling with her in my head all day, I finally found a distraction when I got a report about Matteo in Jamaica. “He’s meeting with the mafias in Jamaica to buy protection. According to them, he’s trying to create an alliance, so they would protect him from you. He knows fully well that you can attack him anytime. So he’s trying to buy shelter”, Richy filled me in, and I couldn’t contain my laughter. “At least, he knows the gravity of what he did”, I remarked, and Richy asked if I would make a move anytime soon.

“I'm not your bodyguard.” “You're not,” he said as he tucked a gun into his holster. “You're my boyfriend.” My brain stalled. “Excuse me?” Finally, he turned toward me with a smirk tugging at his lips, like he had been waiting for my reaction. “You heard me. Sit down with the De Luca crew. They are old school, and they respect power plays. A man bringing his lover to the table makes a statement.” I stared at him. “The statement being what? You are unprofessional? That you mix business with pleasure…”

He tried to defend himself, with so much confidence and pride. I knew immediately that he was still the same, because I was always so full of himself. Well why won't he be, besides he is a Mafia boss, and he is also well respected by so many people. So it's really not new to me, because I have been with him, and I guess I have really known him. "Please let's not talk any further, but rather let's just focus on what we are here for." I told him, as I continued checking out the paperwork.

"Your wife?" He walked slowly toward her, stalking like a predator eyeing its favourite prey. Though she was no longer afraid of Jozef, he still made heart beat faster. His fierce looks, the tattoos, the sharp cheekbones and hard eyes. When she was with him it was too easy to forget that he was a mobster, born and bred. She craved the life he was offering; she craved his heart. But it was wrong and they both knew it. You will become my wife. It's as good as done.

“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.

But she never thought that day would be today. She gathered herself and slowly stood up to her feet. Matteo ignored her, while Fredrick is too scared to care about his girlfriend. The California mob boss is in his late fourties. He is a little fat and tall and struggles to stay fit. His hawk like nose is the first thing that everyone notice about him. He is fair and has plump cheeks.

But inside, he rubs it though is one off-shade silver hair. “Joelle.” No, I was hoping that he was going to say that it was some stripper whom he had a one-night stand. That I can live with… But…Ya…Fuck me… The girl that I am in love with is a fucking wife of DeCarlo, the Mob Boss of the west. Can this not get any more fucked up than it is? Do I even dare to ask the question?

"I'm married," "I'm pretty sure you meant divorcing," he said. Fuck, I'm screwed. "Well...I would like to politely decline your...flattering offer," I said. "It's not everyone you get asked by Mafia man to a date," I let out a small smile. "Stop saying Mafia. Who even told you?" "Why? Are you going to kill them for releasing confidential information?" I smirked. "No," he said with a shrug. "All I'm asking is for a date,"