Hot Mafia Man Novels & Stories

“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.”

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.

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.

Nickname: Pen, little girl, or tesoro Age: 20 yrs. Morello Mafia Household: AURELIO TONY ROCCO PAOLO ETHAN *Hacker DENZEL CALLISTO ALONZO *Traitor TITO *right-hand man in Miami VIC *bartender MARINO Blanco Mafia Household: FRANCISCO BLANCO *Isadora’s father and Alberto’s best friend, 40 yrs. GIULIA BLANCO *Isadora’s mother. DAVIDE SAUL *Traitor

Here, it was me who only attended to bring shame on the Silver Wolf Pack. " Oh my my! Why is the princess here alone?", a voice came from the opposite side, tearing my attention from the sky above. Glancing up at the way, I saw a blad headed man around thirty, getting his way towards me. He stood there with his hands in his pockets. The tattoos beneath his little ears were the proof of his Mafia Empire. I assumed that most of the Mafias were obsessed with tattoos. I gave him a questioning look. He chuckled, coming forward to introduce himself,

"So Fantino's daughter goes to Manhattan? Lucky coincidence huh?" The man inhaled the smoke from his cigarette. He put his feet on the table, sipping his tequila while inhaling deeply from the weed left in his cigarette. "Yes Sir!" "You found that bitch position now?" "She's a designer student! We've been monitoring her for the past few weeks!" The man sighed; he was not satisfied with such an answer. He threw his cigarette butt into the bald man's face. Suddenly, the bald man screamed painfully, feeling a hot sting on his cheek. He immediately covered the burn scars with his hands and tried to act tough again.

Dominic asked, taking note of the five men who were blocking the exit. "We just have to wait for our boss to arrive. You will have to speak with him directly. But, before then....how about we have a little chat?" Dominic had a blank look on his face that intimidated the men. "My name is Amir" the man with the Middle East accent spoke. "And?" "I understand that you were once in the mafia. Weren't you?" He slipped his hands in the pockets of his slacks, a strange emotion flashing in his eyes. "Oh, really? In the mafia? Are you sure your Intel knows what he's doing?"

He asked staring at her and she nodded excitedly. "I am in the mafia." Jace winked, "Give me all the names of people that hurt you and I would say a very pleasant hi to them." Korina looked at him and bursted out with laughter, "In the mafia?" She scoffed, "You can't be serious man." "Okay." He shrugged, "If you say so." He didn't bother arguing or trying to convince her. He figured that they would discuss it another time. "I know a man that runs a mob tho." Korina said as she reached out to open the jam and began spreading it on her bread, "A bald headed guy. His name is Russo and damn he's fucking annoying."

There’s one of him fishing and a few at the beach, but nothing to give me any idea about where he lived before he enrolled at Blackthorn. Clearly, his old man left him money. Probably money he stole from the family, but nobody was ever able to find it. He wasn’t as smart as he thought, though, because he got found out. Hence agreeing to work with the feds. He was scared out of his mind knowing Bruno Morelli doesn’t take well to being robbed. No one does. But he is a guy with plenty of muscle behind him, which most people don’t have at their disposal.

Tommaso Zahur laughed and stuck his hands in his pockets. “That is very possible, Mr. Conti. I have a great many things. But why would you wanting one of them convince me not to kill you?” I swallowed. This close, I could see the hard glint in his eye. Zahur Farhat didn’t waste words. When he said he would kill me, he meant it. “I’m the right hand of the mafia king of Philadelphia.” I put my hand in my pocket to grab the Polaroid. “He and I are willing to do a lot to get her back.”