He's Dating A Mobster Novels & Stories

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.

I just felt my heart split into halves but verily uncertain about what took over the other half. Cheerfully, he tapped his hand on the envelope that I held with grief, "Wasn't the lady beautiful? I learned her father is the leading candidate for the governorship election and also the Whale Wing Mafia Lord." "Tsk! I can't believe he got greedy for politics and willing to partner with the Shark Wing." I watched him blabbing. If only he knew how grief I was... "Err...— Do you think my marriage with her daughter would stop the rivalry battle between us?" He smiled at me, expecting a tangible reply.

She Qian Mo was nothing like Dawn imagined. The man had long, silky black hair that flowed past his shoulders. He wore round Parry Hotter glasses and was lanky. If the former mafia boss didn’t know better, he would have thought he was dealing with a private investigator instead of an underworld informant.

Mary never went on a date with him. “Not as bad as he seems?” he asks, then scoffs. “What, you’re waiting for him to break your heart? You think guys like him have a moral compass? He’s probably going to use you and the discard you. That’s what he does. Trust me, I know. I know his type well.”

a woman about Vince's age asks, coming towards us. -Elenor, this is my wife Magda. Honey, this is Elenor, Damon's girlfriend. -Oh my God! Damon, I didn't think I'd see you with a girl you call girlfriend. -Well, what can I say, she won me over. I know she says it just for show, but my heart skipped a beat when I heard it. Tonight I felt very tense, I don't know if it's because I'm in a room full of mobsters or because the most handsome mobster here hasn't taken his eyes off me.