Hot Mafia Man Novels & Stories

She was about to cross the line from being tipsy to being really fucking wasted. "You're a bad man," she pouted. "How so?" I leaned forward, actually curious about what she had to say. She closed her eyes, humming. "You're in the mafia. You run the mafia. You kill people. You hurt them. You make money off of their suffering." "It's just a job. Nothing personal. And besides, you're a member of the mafia too." She scoffed. "Only because I'm married to you. My family has never engaged me in their..." she scratched her head, trying to find the words, "...activities. "

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.

Lorenzo said. "She is dangerous. They hacked into our systems," Paul said. "What! If they manage to hack into your system and you are one of the best, that means they can hack any mafia system," Lorenzo said. "She has. I know she has," I told them. "How?" James asked. "If their system knows which tattoo belongs to which mafia, which cars, the leaders, their wives, and children, you think that they haven't?" I asked, and they all kept quiet. "We need them on our side as soon as possible. Maybe she can help us defeat Elijah," James said.

His shirt had been ripped open, exposing his chest. The air was stagnant, and a sense of grim hung heavy in the room. The scene was enough to make me wonder what had occurred and whether the man was in any danger. I watched as they appeared to be attending to the man. 'Hmm, that's strange. The mafia doesn't usually help people, but maybe he's one of their own,' I thought as I continued to look on. From my position in the doorway, I could only see the top of his head and part of his chest. But even from here, I could tell that the motionless man was bleeding from his neck and head, the dark red blood spilling across his shoulders.

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.

Chapter 24: Painful Truth Lance Storm Eight years ago, I remember a man who had a lot of debt right after I had moved to Vegas for university and to plant my roots in the gang. That man had been off-track ever since, not willing to return even a single penny. I was only eighteen, recently starting to take over Mafia Thunder. Meanwhile, Elian had asked our father for a couple more years to focus on studying before he wanted to join. However, our father taught us both the same ways to rule, so to punish that man, I had to do the same thing every mafia leader would.

(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.

“A man with potential involvement with the Russian Mafia is a man named Donte Abruzzi. He’s young and very wealthy, and he’s the head of Indigo Limited, so he’s bound to know about all of the shady operations that go on in Manhattan. I’m sure there’ll be plenty of evidence hidden away in that massive building,” Phillip muttered. “Remember your fucking training. Take whatever means necessary to get the information we need, even if it means you have to seduce him. Bastards like him think with their dick. They have no fucking respect for women.”

The first man spoke aggressively. "It's just a boy of 16 leading the mafia all alone, he is immature." Breaking a short pause the same man uttered while his eyes shined in clear anger and insult. "That fucking hot blooded bastard, he will cry blood. I will make him pay for today!"

I threw back, not really sure at all. He chuckled and got to his feet, then grabbed my biceps and lifted me too. “Whatever helps you sleep better in my bed.” The man winked at me like all of a sudden we were on joking terms. HJ, the underboss of America’s most ruthless mafia, wanted to play.