He's Dating A Mobster Novels & Stories

And that… leaves Blakey heir to it all. No wonder he’s such a serious kid. Cassie thought. Cassie kept reading and scrolling through the articles. It also says that the ex Don also has a mistress, Dominica, a redhead just like me, and like me, she also is the daughter of the boss of a Mafia boss.

“What's the look on your face?” “Nothing serious.” She noticed that he hadn't teased her that much like he used to. Was he taking their engagement seriously? As soon as she was done eating, he cleared the plates that were on the table and placed a picture of a young man on the table. Her curiosity piqued as she stared at the picture. “Who is he?” His gaze turned serious. “Jake Devis Howard. He is a wanted man by the mafia. The FBI is also looking for him.”

he completes. "You should take it easy" I say, since everytime he starts to talk, he coughs out blood. "Dante we need to find her, I saw her. Which Is why I'm basically as good as dead right now" "Your nose" i say, ignoring his question. Isabella hands him a tissue as he presses it against his nose, trying to stop the bleeding. He suddenly realises something and looks up. "Wait, she is dating Vincenzo?! Can she ever get a normal boyfriend who isn't in the mafia" he tries to joke, but groans as it suddenly hurts him.

Family: Raphael Lockwood (father) Alex (mother deceased) , Michael Lockwood (younger half brother), Amelia Wood (younger sister) Friends: Jason Moore (best friend) ******* Meet Gabriel Lockwood ******* My name is Gabriel Lockwood but everyone calls me Gabe. In the mafia world, I am known as The Heir. That’s all because of my father. Raphael Lockwood. I took over the Italian mafia in New York City around two years ago. Father decided to step down and I took over. My sister is the leader of the British Mafia in New York while Michael decided he doesn’t want anything to do with this business. He is the CEO of Lockwood enterprises and he is doing really well for himself.

A smile formed on his lips. “Surprise... it didn’t hurt,” he grinned. Onora’s eyes widened. She tried to run, but he caught her, spun her around, and slammed her against the wall. His grip locked tightly around her wrists, pinning her there. She whimpered. “You punched me, and you must pay.” Pay? “Your husband didn’t tell you? Mafia don’t do free. You can’t punch me for free,” he smirked. Mafia. Her husband was a mafia. She had read many stories about them—dangerous men who manipulated others to get what they wanted.

The sound of his voice almost made me snip my own finger. How did he get in? Through the glass, I saw him standing before the black rose bushes. Perfect suit. Not a hair out of place. Exactly like the night he broke me. We dated in secret. I didn't know he was an Astor, heir to an East Coast fortune. He didn't know my father was the Moretti underboss. He swore he loved me. Over and over. Until his family found out who I was. Old money doesn't mix with the mob.

He breathed out, his tone smoothing, and his eyes held emotions. What was he hiding? “If it’s about me, then I have to know Dominic.” “In twenty-seven days you will be out of here.” He said before he walked away, I didn’t let him leave, I followed him to his room, and before he could close the door, I got in. “Tell me what you know about Nicholas, I dated him.” “Yet he never told you.” Dominic said, and my eyes widened. What did he mean by that? “He is a part of the mafia.” I stated, I could tell by the way Dominick stared at me, the man I once dated was a part of the mafia, there is no surprise to that.

He says shutting down Owen once again, he seemed a little agitated but shook his head. “Want to know what I believe Miss Hart, the friend that picked you up the night of the 16th, was Mr Vito Montalti, a known gangster who has ties to many illegal things. A man you have started to date, isn’t that right Miss Hart?” He asks with a smile on his face, his head tilted as though he was waiting for me to slip up.

"I don't know! I don't know who you are!" Eros laughed. "I'm the son of Dr. Isabella Moretti. The same one you declared dead." Dante tensed instantly, the fear in his eyes multiplying. Eros noticed—and enjoyed it. "And you… are going to tell me the truth. Because my mother, you bastard… wasn't an addict." The first blow was dry and straight to the stomach. Dante doubled over, coughing, groaning—and then came more, one after another, until Eros's knuckles began to bleed. He stopped only when his chest burned from breathing so hard.

Who knew working part-time with the FBI came with certain perks? I snatched the bottle away from her hand and went back to my seat, watching Paige practically run out of the room with shaky shoulders. "Nice going," Brittany called. "Oh, shut the hell up," I returned, glancing back at them. "You all act like we're angels or something. Well, sorry to disappoint you, we're not. So everyone just backs off; Dante's my man, and you're going to have to live with it." Not that anyone should be proud of dating a Mafia boss, but saying that part out loud sent exciting chills through my body.