Hot Mafia Guy Novels & Stories

I ordered 2 more milkshakes. A car stopped in front of the cafe and I sulked onto my breath. I sighed in relief when an unknown man stepped out of the car. He was good looking and he had this powerful aura around him. He came and sat down on the table beside me. He was waiting for someone. In a few minutes another car stopped in front of the cafe. Two men stepped out of the car and came towards the man sitting on the table beside me. "Here is the money, Santiago. Take it and shut your mouth." One of the men said to the good looking man. He smirked and threw the case full of money on the road.

The girls got busy talking when I gestured the boys to join me in my study room to discuss the tasks. We started with Hredhaan. "David Russo, a famous mafia who had done every illegal activity. You name the activity and you will find his name in the deed. He is a 50-year-old who has been working as a mafia for more than 25 years now." Hredhaan told us about the one who had held Saavi captive. "I have heard of him from one of my men," Namit said. "Well, there is an interesting fact about him. He is an Indian and used to work as an informer for Indian police. His real name is Pankaj Sharma."Hredhaan told us that intriguing fact and we were astounded.

Here, it was me who only attended to bring shame on the Silver Wolf Pack. " Oh my my! Why is the princess here alone?", a voice came from the opposite side, tearing my attention from the sky above. Glancing up at the way, I saw a blad headed man around thirty, getting his way towards me. He stood there with his hands in his pockets. The tattoos beneath his little ears were the proof of his Mafia Empire. I assumed that most of the Mafias were obsessed with tattoos. I gave him a questioning look. He chuckled, coming forward to introduce himself,

Adrian POV There were three men but none of them looked like accountants or businessmen or anyone I wanted to have a conversation with in a dark street. The one in front of me stepped closer and asked with an angry voice “Will you come quietly?” Not again, he really sent people to threaten me again? My future father-in-law was an arrogant person and his men were also arrogant people. No wonder they were working for the mafia king. When I worked with him, I forgot that he was the ruthless Mafia King everyone was scared of. But I decided to marry his daughter, so I can’t be afraid of him. I have to prove myself in front of him.

“Says someone who was fantasizing about a mafia don.” Jane blinked rapidly. “Mafia don?!” Carla shrugged. “Mafia don, mafia lord—whichever you call it,” she grunted, tapping her phone. “Why isn’t Inspector Rosaline picking up?” “Hey, Carla, look at me. You mean he’s a mafia?” Carla nodded. “Couldn’t you tell? From the way he talks, the tattoo, the gun? Who else carries a gun and stares people down without fear?” Jane scrunched her face. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner? Oh my God, you just made me miss my soulmate.” She glared at Carla.

he asked, his brow furrowed. I struggled to catch my breath, the words spilling out in a hysterical rush. "I was abducted...by this scary, narcissistic guy with an eyepatch and his goons! They are dangerous, you have to help me!" The officer's expression shifted, a strange gleam entering his eyes. "You have come to the right place," he murmured, a chilling smile spreading across his lips. "I know who you are talking about, his name is Deangelo Luis Valladares, also known as Scorpion. He is the don of drugs and the most feared mafia in the city, and one of the four fathers."

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.

He glanced at me, and his smile increased, as if he was a serial killer and he just found his next victim. No, I shouldn't feel scared. He wasn't a serial killer. This was Lance. He was a mafia leader, yes, but he was also teaching me how to defend myself. However, that smile on his face right now must be related to me. But why? Seems I just had to find out.

My eyes were glued to the screen, typing hundreds of lines of code per second, when a curse escaped my lips. "Even cyber hacking has its honor, what kind of cheap Trojan software is this, you snake!" Just then, Matteo burst into the room with his massive frame. He had the safety off his heavy, jet-black Glock, standing like a wall of flesh in the doorway. His eyes scanned the outside for any potential ambush, but when he turned to look at me for a moment... I saw that the mighty mafia baron's jaw drop, his speechless face.