Novel & Cerita He's Dating A Mobster

He asked innocently like he doesn't have any sin. "I know you want me so you can get access to my dad's throne and money. I'm not an idiot!" I hissed coldly and he laughed. "Well.. you are an idiot then.. I want you.. I'm not interested in having your dad's money or throne. So if you give yourself to me then no one will get hurt, beautiful." "Like I will give myself to you.. you're a freaking mafia and a killer. Why would I date you? You're the idiot one."

He didn't shy away from looking at her from head to toe in what others might call an ambiguous stare. "Mr. D'Angelo," Elise greeted with a smile. Clinton D'Angelo was one of Ellison's business partners. The two had seen each other before, but it was many years ago. He was known for being a romantic man with a sexy Italian accent. He was handsome, tanned, and had tattoos peeking out from underneath his collar. Many people suspected that he had something to do with the Mafia. "Miss King," he took her hand and kissed it, and Kayden happened to witness this scene.

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.

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.

He flipped a strand of hair from my shoulder. “I need you to spy for me.” My breath left my lungs. “Spy? On your boss?” “On the Don,” he corrected. “And if you lie, hold back, disappear, or even think of running…” He leaned in, so close his breath brushed my ear. “I will kill you. And your friends.” My blood froze. Carrie. Shawn. He knew. “How….how do you-” “Dolcezza,” he whispered, “we are Mafia. We know everything.”

I’m staring at the photo on the screen. I would be lying if I said he didn’t cross my mind in the past month but I started to forget what he looked like. Now the memories flood back in. His face is unsmiling here but he still looks handsome. I read the news crawl. He’s Diego Santoro, millionaire businessman. I’ve heard that name before, wealthy beyond imagination and rumored to be part of the mafia. What the hell have I gotten myself into?

He was married… to Isabella, my best friend, no less. I thought I was doomed. Completely, utterly doomed. Eric Graves appeared, like a flicker of hope cutting through the darkness in my life. I had thought how could I possibly be good enough for him? He was the most powerful mafia leader in New York City, and I was just a woman with a record, nothing but shattered pieces to offer. But Eric told me to never worry about being good enough, that he loved me for who I was. Now, standing here, I realized that I had married the very monster who had made my life a living hell.

If Dominic really has developed feelings for me and wants a future with me—a healthy one—he’ll agree to protect Gianna. I step into the hallway and turn the corner, slamming face-first into Gianna’s back. I stumble back a step, rubbing my nose. “What the hell…?” She’s staring into the living room for some reason, frozen in place. When I move to look around her, I notice what’s caught her attention. A man sits on our couch. A stranger. He looks… out of place. Comfortable in a way that says he doesn’t think he’s out of place at all. Dark suit, dark slicked-back hair and a faint scar above his brow. He wears a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

We left to the party holding hands, today has to be the most important and well awaited day of Corey because he had finally found the Gem, which makes him the Mafia lords over his entire family. "Muna, I love your Dress"... I came down the stairs when a Lady approached me, she was stranger before Corey addressed her as his cousin.. "Baby, this is Lisa". He introduced her to me. Lisa was a little bit weird, cracy if I am not mistaking... I left them talking to the table of my friend and her date, holding hands and coddling each other while everyone watched.. "Good evening". I greeted Lucia and Jason at their table. "Aww! My Pregnant friend, isn't that dress a little bit tight?". She falls her

Alexander said. “No, you keep them… Mob boss.” Kristine said mischievously. “I obviously won’t fit in.” Camille almost choked on the drink she was having. She struggled to keep herself from laughing “he’s a weak ass.” She said. “Insolent kid.” Alexander said to Camille. It was obvious they cursed themselves for fun including Victor. “Billionaire would be better.” He suggested to Kristine. “Billionaire mob boss.” Camille mocked.