Hot Mafia Guy Novels & Stories

FREYA Everybody turned to him. They were a pile of noise makers, but the young man who just walked into the hall startled them with the figures he pledged. He was tall and handsome, and his hair was short and blonde. Clad in a tuxedo and a black glass, his mafia status was not hidden. I knew he was one of them, with the way he uttered the price, and the manner with which he had exercised patience. “Can you repeat what you said?” the fat guy said with his eyes on the young fellow who just stroke the big deal they were not able to hit.

The list seemed to grow exponentially with each passing memory. He knew he had made a lot of enemies over the years. But none of them had ever almost succeeded in killing him. Andrew knew this field he was in came with, all its dangers and more, but he always knew who he was going to track down. This time was different, he didn’t have the slightest idea who the person or which Mafia organization it could be. Finally arriving home, Andrew was sitting in thought in the backseat. Alfred broke the silence, “Sir, we’re here.” He said with a calm voice.

"God... What's that?!" The bad feeling only got stronger. The cars stopped by the building entrance. The guards got out of the cars. The majority of them were huge, with tattoos and sunglasses. They looked horrifying, true mafia men! Then one of them opened the door of the fanciest black car, and he got out: Black Jack, the mafia big boss.

he said with a cheerful smile on his lips. He's teasing me, you'll see, asshole! I won't give him a discount if he whines asking for the latest version of the most sophisticated helicopter to be made. I entered the hotel through the side door and joined the waiters. Jamie's wife looks very active with a man wearing a special white hat. A handsome, large man, with prominent muscular arms. The mafia is like a cheetah that targets deer from a distance. I was just a spectator for the two of them.

When the red haze of fury finally cleared, I found myself standing over Helena's prone form, my hands sticky with blood. The warehouse had fallen silent, the fight over. But the real battle, I realized as I turned to face Aliyah's shocked gaze, was just beginning. Aliyah Sundane The world had tilted on its axis, everything I thought I knew crumbling around me. Alessandro, my Alessandro, was standing before me, his hands dripping with blood, his eyes wild with a fury I'd never seen before. Mafia. The word echoed in my mind, alongside the images from the folder Helena had shown me. Newspaper clippings of gang violence, photos of Alessandro with known criminals, documents detailing illegal oper

(great job) Mira had her hands wrapped around a guy’s bicep. He looks fairly familiar. It doesn’t need a genius to know that this man is in charge. The powerful, domineering aura he portrays is sending shivers all over my skin. With his six foot seven height, ink covered skin and the way his long inky black hair cascade on his shoulder only added to his fearful appearance. A cigarette trapped between his thin lips produces a cloud of smoke that’s making me dizzy. The scar on his left cheek is telling a whole new level of story. His blue eyes remind me of Aleck Orlov and realization soon hits me hard. The lion’s head mark from a few of the men surrounding me is a mark of the Russian mafia.

But the mind control chipset was more important. “PROTECT ME! I'M GOING TO CHASE AFTER THE MAFIA!” Maki shouted, then, without caring about anything else, he immediately ran to chase after the Blood mafia. His only goal was the mind control chipset. He didn't care about anything else. Cylo finally had to sigh, then he fired several shots at a man wearing a black jacket. Tsk, he had to finish this quickly. Instantly, a shootout finally ensued. Cylo, a hitman, fought Ivo, a professional hacker. They shot at each other and didn't let each other go.

The plush carpet making my movements silent. Checking each of the rooms and nothing, I move down the stairs and into the hallway. I step into the living room and see a man sitting in one of the armchairs, his gun pointed at me; he is older. His silver grey hair is slicked back, he is in good shape for a man of his age. He is in an expensive suit. He is mafia. “Rebel Moretti-Jackson. I thought it was time we met.” I look at him. My guns are trained on him, just like his is trained on me.

“That proves nothing. What if this Cheng or whatever was the one who stole the project to get attention and spread false accusations?” The blood in my veins heated, but I summoned my composure as I said, “Would there be a reason to murder the poor kid and his friend if he couldn't prove that the game was his?” He gave me a thin-lipped smile. “I believe you watched too many action movies. Do you think Yan Hao is some kind of Mafia boss?” he scoffed. “Actually, we believe he is the head of one of Hong Kong's Triads,” I stated firmly. “This is ridiculous.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “You expect me to believe—”

Noah explained to me about two men and I nodded my head and became silent probably thinking about why Noah was interested in that girl. "Noah, those three men are best friends and there are other four in their group. And, that girl is also in the mafia. She must be comfortable with them. Cool" Armani said looking at Noah who just nodded his head shocked. "She looks young" I whispered and Armani just smiled. "Her brother is the mafia boss and she is safe under her brother and from looking at her, I think she is a hacker. So, she must not have been working in real danger" Armani predicted Noah took a deep breath and I couldn't help smiling at him.