Hot Mafia Man Novels & Stories

"Look, I don't like you raising your voice in front of me! " "I am Marco vilante, ruler of the dark world, leader of the great Mafia of the world! You shouldn't dare raise your voice in front of me, sweet lady. "Marco said in a tone that sounded so frightening. Knowing who the man is before him was instantly intimidating Bella's guts, given the man's power is no joke. To rid the earth of a life like darrel was not difficult for him, nor would she for whom alexa said she was above the law.

she says. "You want me along?" Jay asks as we step into the metal box. "You'd better." She's focused on the closing doors. "If Valeriya calls her father to tell him I threatened her, there might be trouble." "Who is he?" I say. Her eyes twinkle in amusement, a smile playing at the edges of her lips. "Russian mafia. Your favorite." "Think they could have taken your product?" I suggest. "Doubtful. They use my business in Russia to clean their money. But it's good to be sure." As the elevator doors open, she exits.

I would love to find out how loyal he is to Carlos, that motherfucker. “Mario,” I smiled and withdrew from him, grabbing the packet of cigarettes on the table. I took out one stick, playing with the metallic lighter before I finally lit the cigarette. The sweet and intoxicating scent of tobacco wafted into my nose and inhaled deeply, before bringing it to my lips. I glanced at Jeff and Cenzo, Cenzo, my innocent killer. He had a baby face, with a ruthless heart. Jeff sometimes takes a while to kill but Cenzo, he does it instantly, his gums never leaving his mouth, which never stops whining.

Reed yelled. "Sir ...I know that you are mad because of your daughter, but if we are being sincere here, we can't go against him. True, he is arrogant but that is just how he is. He has the right to be arrogant after all. You probably don't know but Marco has a lot of hidden powers besides the power that he already has as the mafia boss. That is why no one dares to annoy him. Also, he is our biggest partner. And most people who work with us work with us because of him. They don't have the guts to offend him and so they work with us so that they can suck up to him!" His assistant said.

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.

The spotlight hadn’t moved, but suddenly, all attention shifted toward the shadowed corner of the room. He sat there, half in darkness, untouched by the golden light. A man carved from power itself…black suit, sharp lines, his posture was loose yet commanding. He didn’t raise a hand, didn’t move at all, except for the slight tilt of his head as though he was bored with the game he had just ended. Valerio Moretti. Every man knew the name. The mafia lord who leveled families, cities, empires. He didn’t bid. He declared. And once he spoke, the game was no longer a game.

Gray let him go as he pushes the man to the ground. He runs his fingers through his hair and then looks at me. Moskov gets up and smirks at Gray as he arranges his shirt. He turns away and looks my way before walking back to the party. A man who looks like a really ruthless Mafia boss waves his hand to the music and they continue. He turns to look at Gray. He stands up and walks to Gray. His face holds no emotions or smile. " What was that about?" The man asks Gray. Gray still looks angry and there is no single smile on his face. Gray shrugs and looks right back at the man.

Ruthless Love- Betrayal and redemption ..... (Mafia story) MIAN LEADS Taehyung Kensington ; Age 28 In the shadowed alleys of the city, where whispers of dread weave through the night air like sinister threads, there exists a figure feared even among the most hardened souls. Taehyung Kensington, a name that strikes terror into the hearts of those who dare utter it, is the ruthless orchestrator of a blood-thirsty mafia empire. With piercing eyes that betray no hint of compassion and a demeanor as cold as the steel of the weapons he wields with deadly precision, Taehyung is a man devoid of humanity, his conscience drowned in the murky depths of his own insatiable thirst for power and reve

Aware that I crossed the line today, a massive regret was coming on my way. . In a factory building for stuffed toys, the owner welcomed me with open arms. He was older than me by two years, robust in his features, and his arms were covered with tattoos. His neatly trimmed mustache and beard which was a trend these days gave him the aura of a dangerous man. Indeed, he was dangerous for this factory for fluffy toys were only his facade. He was Martin Mancini, half Italian half American, leader of one of the biggest mafia in Italy. My friend, my big brother.

He got up and peeked at the man with wide eyes. "He has a big army, bigger than us. I think he is a mafia; otherwise, how could he have a huge man force?" The man said. He breathed heavily and said, "His men brutally killed our men. Mr. Malhotra pointed a gun at his forehead. He was burning with anger. He roared at the man, "What are you saying? How dare you let him go alive with my daughter?" "Sir, they were killing us. I was caught alive by his man. He told me," The man's voice choked up.