Hot Mafia Guy Novels & Stories

She covered her mouth, but blood quickly seeped through her fingers. "Told you," I placed my hand on my hip. "Get the fuck out of here!" Camari cried as she ran for the door. "Excuse me?" The man said, grabbing my attention. "What?" He stood there looking at me. I never in my life have seen this man before, but his features seemed so familiar. He was tall, covered in tattoos, and had the same stunning eyes as Alek. "Not all of us like easy girls. Some of us are looking for love," The guy stated.

"This is Javier Pérez, the Columbian Mafia leader." Javier. The man she was looking at. He's not as old as the other men here. Maybe in his mid thirties. It seemed like he hadn't payed much attention to her until the introduction. His eyes checked her out quickly before they exchanged a handshake, both aware of the attraction to one another. My father continues, "Next is Conan Fitzgerald, the Irish Mob boss. Boris Kolev rules in Bulgaria, and Simon Kaminski is the leader of the Polish Pruszków mafia."

He stands up straighter, towering over me, his dark eyes swirling with a storm of secrets he refuses to share. “I’m a mafia leader, Harper. There is always someone out there trying to get at me,” he says bluntly, his chest rising and falling heavily. He looks away from me, a flash of genuine pain crossing his face. “And now, they can hurt you to get to me. You’re a weakness.”

“The Irish mob planted a guard in the New York cosa Nostra to learn secrets about the business since the don has refused to merge ,and the guard was killed . The revenge plan was to kill he’s girlfriend and take Mr Adams hostage until the don agrees to merge business or handover …or so we figured” He’s girlfriend? The don distributed the files across the table as the woman was talking until it got to me . It was pictures of the dead guard and pictures of Cain and I as we boarded the jet earlier. This is so scary and overwhelming . Someone was watching us? My hands trembled as I held the pictures . I felt a hand squeeze my thigh from the split on my dress ,it send shivers down my spine and I

But now, he stood still, watching every movement of his rival’s brother. Martin’s face bore no emotion. Just calm calculation. Once Lorenzo left the scene, Martin crossed over casually. He looked at the girl's face—eyes open, accusing the night. He sighed, knowing he had to move fast. Inside the club, he found the security room. The guard inside was half-asleep, scrolling through his phone. "Hey," Martin said, knocking on the glass lightly. "You the guy in charge?" "Depends. What’s it to you?" Martin smiled, tapping a bill into his palm. "Just need help finding my friend. She’s wearing a blue crop top, long braids. Can we skim through the camera outside real quick?"

Isabella shouted, her daggers flashing off the air one after another. As much as I wanted to walk away, every instinct told me I couldn’t. I didn’t want to look like a coward to my mortal enemy. The idea of her mocking me at the office until work hours ends, would be the death of me. I’m Keigh Russo, the deadliest mafia of all. I have to live up to my name. I saw some of the Moretti guards fighting against the drugged ones. Every move they made was calculated and precised. It made me realize how these men were trained their whole lives for moments like this.

he says. I nod, and he continues. “There has been chatter of a new player,” says Corey. “He goes by the name of Urk, and he is a part of the mafia.” He looks at me with a serious face and continues. “He is not someone you want to mess with. He is a monster who specializes in human trafficking globally, and word on the street is that he is setting up a base here somewhere.” He turns and waves me inside, so I follow. I was right, the inside looks good. His home has an open floor plan with one bedroom and bathroom. They are both on the left side of the cabin. On the right side is the dining room and a small kitchen. In the center is the living room.

"Who are you working for?" "I work for the Brooklyn Enquirer,” I replied, exasperatedly. “How many times do I have to tell you this? God, I thought vampire’s would be smarter than this. Fricken dumbass," I responded, adding the last bit under my breath as I slapped my hands against my face. I could no longer hide my anger. I realized I was wrong for breaking into Darick's home, but holding me hostage was unreasonable. I no longer cared that he was the leader of one of the most dangerous mafia gangs in New York. I just wanted to go home.

My steps slowed, then I was pushed. As I stumbled, my knees collided with the cold hard floor, and I landed at the feet of another man. Lifting my gaze, time stopped. My breaths came in short, sharp pants as I stared into the face of Lucius Moretti, the bloodhound himself, the man I hated the most, the man I had escaped from five years ago and had hoped never to see again.