Italian Mafia Boss Hot Novels & Stories

But he didn’t blink. “This isn’t a fucking joke, Adrien.” “I know. You’re a scary mafia boss. Big bad Luca Moretti. I’ve seen the way you operate. Cold, ruthless, probably never hugged as a child.” He smiled—bright and sharp, all teeth. “So let me in. Give me something to do.” “I should lock you back in your room for mouthing off,” I growled. “You should,” he said. “But you won’t.” I hated him a little more for being right.

Roberto muttered sipping his drink. “So I got some information about him, he is coming back to town in two days, he is coming back because his daughter is in town. The name of his daughter is Greta Ferrari, just finished college education, and she has a fiancée Matteo Bruno. He is the head of the local mafia in Bologna, very brutal but loves his woman so much.” Vincenzo explained while Roberto stared at him paying rapt attention. “I don’t care who her fiancée is, he is the head of the local mafia so what?” Roberto asked and Vincenzo sighed.

That was what I was. And Enzo kissed the hypocrite softly and passionately, like broken glass he needed to fix. I had a dead ex-husband, a sick son. Of course, I was broken glass. But he was Enzo Moretti, mafia gang leader, owner of a dynasty, and the top boss of the biggest drug cartel in New York. And I was staining his record. He had some political interests to meet and I was dragging him into mud by being with him. Enzo’s lips brushed mine as we took a breather, not full but not starving anymore. At that moment, with Enzo rubbing my skin and staring at me with love, I imagined this being the last time I got to hold him.

My mind had been running all night, thinking about Bella, and how I could make things right with her without hurting her. I stepped into the kitchen and made myself a quick cup of black coffee with no milk and sugar. The bitterness felt right. Just as I sat down at the table, my phone buzzed again. It was a message, it was from Rico. "Turn on the news. We're trending." I grabbed the remote and flicked on the TV. It was already on one of the local channels. And there it was. Big bold letters flashing across the screen: "BREAKING: Billionaire Aurora Moore Linked to Mafia Money Laundering Scandal."

, I begin. "Fuck, he sounds hot." Adele groans and flattens herself on the bed. I stare off to the side before sighing, "He is, very much so," I respond. "So, who exactly is he? Is he a student at our school or someone you met on a job?" Before I say anything, I glance at her. "He's the next leader of the Italian Mafia." She gasps and sits up straight, her eyes widening in surprise. "Oh god, he's bound to be a fucking king in the sheets."

Megan blabbered. "You have too many questions. Boss doesn't like when we ask too many questions." "I promised I won't say anything. I just wanna know who he is. Who I'm dealing with. I don't wanna die not knowing who killed me." "I doubt he will kill you now. He told you his name." Caroline giggled as she thought this woman is something else. "Boss is the head of the Italian mafia. That much I can tell you." Megan gulped audibly as terrifying scenes crossed her mind after she heard the word mafia. Her palms became sweaty. Hadn't realised she was holding her breath, she turned to look at Caroline.

"His full name is Alessio DeLuca. He runs an underworld… and he is one of the most feared Mafia bosses in Italy." Mafia boss? Those two words slammed into me like a speeding train, echoing in my head over and over until they drowned out everything else. My breathing hitched, and my heart felt like it was going to explode out of my chest. My eyes widened, the shock hitting me in waves that made my legs buckle. Before I could steady myself, I collapsed onto the cold, hard floor.

she nods smiling sheepishly. Andrew Ross the second in command of the Italian mafia. While my time with Dante I had learned alot about the mafia, and well people speaker highly of him and the Italian mob boss Vincenzo De Luca, tho I haven't seen him, by the way people talk about him he seems like a hot ass psychopath. Ok I should not find psychopaths hot. "HOLY SHIT YOU WHORE, SPILL EVERYTHING, LIKE EVERY SINGLE THING." I shout, feeling happy for my best friend.

He most likely is a bastard. We were greeted by a small brunette and a big man with strong shoulders as we knocked on the oak door. As he shook the man's hand, the father grinned. These are probably the parents. Father gave me a nod. "It's my daughter here. Alessandro Ferrari She is the mafia boss in Italy." Although I did, they failed to notice the contempt in his words.

“You’re leaving for Italy. Your name stays Jay. You’re the perfect person for this mission.” Jay exhaled slowly and accepted the documents. He glanced at the file — photos, notes, mafia profiles. One name stood out: Rafael “Rafe” Bianchi. The mafia boss of Milan, infamous for his ruthlessness, his dominance, and… apparently, his taste in men. The assistant appeared with a small suitcase. “Your things are here. And you’ll need to change your appearance for the mission,” she said.