Hot Mafia Man Novels & Stories

He stopped at a steel door adorned with a symbol of a wolf's head, surrounded by intricate tattoos. He pushed the door open, revealing a large underground chamber filled with rows of computers, surveillance equipment, and heavily armed men. The room was dominated by a massive throne-like chair, where a figure shrouded in shadows sat, waiting. The man turned the chair around, revealing a figure shrouded in shadows. As the light caught his face, Josh's eyes widened in awe. It was Victor "The Butcher" LaGraine, the notorious mafia lord. Josh knelt down, his eyes were fixed on Victor's imposing figure, whose body was a canvas of tattoos, depicting scenes of violence and power. His arms were thic

he held her face & forcefully make her look at him. "Don't worry, we will abort this baby," Hussain said widening his eyes looked completely psycho. Zoya gasped in shock. She couldn't find words to talk with him. "Once this baby will get out of your system, then I'll make you mine" Hussain smiled wickedly. "What kind of a human you are?" Zoya asked him. Hussain smiled at her as if she complimented him. "I am not a normal Human. I am the Hussian Hosseini. I work in a Mafia & mind you Milady, I've never revealed my identity to any girl before except you. Now only two people know about my truth. You and my Ammi"

My nostrils took in his musky scent of smoke and the metallic scent of blood, eyes catching the small dots of blood splatter on his dark shirt. “Nurse Josephine, is he dead?” he asks. My brows furrow. Is he talking about the man that those men just bright in? “Yes, the man you brought in.” He answered, like he could read my thoughts. I swallowed thickly, belly churning with an unsettling feeling. “A-are you?.....do you know that man?” His cold eyes snap to mine, fear flooding my bloodstream. “He’s a member of the mafia, my mafia.” My heart stutters, breath hitching from his sudden confession. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, did he say.

Then a smaller headline caught her eye: “Body Found Near Brooklyn Docks—No Arrests, Suspected Mafia Ties.” Her fingers froze on the trackpad. She leaned back, heart screaming in her chest, as everything tilted around her. She knew the truth now. She just didn’t know how long she had before he found out that she knew it too. The hallway was quiet now. Too quiet. Marco stepped over the blood-slick floor, breathing slowly, his gloves streaked with red. Elias was unconscious. The other man, slumped in the corner, wasn’t going to be getting up anytime soon.

I said. He whispered something to the server and she took right off. “So Blue, what do you do,” I asked. He grinned, showing off a perfect smile. It was actually pretty nice if you could look past the intimidating tattoos. “I’m a fighter, MMA,” he said. “Oh wow, isn’t that … dangerous,” I asked. “Only if you don’t know what you’re doing,” he said, moving his arm around me. He pulled me tight to him and I sighed internally. I felt absolutely nothing for this male and I wasn’t attracted to him at all.

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

he continued as he leaned into my touch. My hand stopped combing through his hair as I tensed. “And the one in my father’s Mafia is Omega6.” He sighed, “Yes.” “Who?” I queried. My hand clenched into a fist. I’m not sure why it seems like a betrayal. Mafia is a family, and you do not betray family. “I’m afraid I can’t tell you that, kitten. I am sorry,” he said. I could feel his grasp tightening on my hip, as if he was afraid I’d leave.

My eyes were closing gradually before I heard another loud bang, which was followed by a sudden opening of my door. I froze, feeling my heart slam in my chest, as three masked men stormed in. Clutching Rocco tightly with one arm, I reached for my phone with the other. "Drop it!" the first man snarled. His two vicious eyes had seen my hand through the slits in his mask. "Drop it!" he ordered again. "You deaf, bitch? I said, Drop it!” He yelled, flashing a warning glare at me. I hesitated for a minute before releasing the phone.

“They hired a Russian mobster who played me horrible. I managed to turn the situation around and not get so hurt, but this one is capable of anything. It's a real animal. Jesus, Jesus, Jesus. “Do you understand why I really need someone to trust, Mina?” He asks me in his broken voice. “I feel like everyone wants to hurt me. I've done horrible things in my life, but this last time I've tried to fix it by getting all this shit out of me, trying to cut ties with these people, but they're the worst scum that can exist in the world.” “Black... That Russian mobster who played you is…” “Yes, Mina. He's Mikael Sydow's own son of a bitch.”

"I got into a little trouble, but I am currently fixing it, Mama." "He is not something you could fix yourself. All you need to do is go home alive. Don't waste your precious time. Such a simple task, Misaki. Let me do the rest." Without the scolding and questions, it seemed like her mother already knew a part of the story, or maybe she already knew everything. "He won't kill me, Mama. You know he can't. Let me handle my troubles by myself," She said before ending the call, realizing that she had to fix her problem immediately.