Italian Mafia Boss Hot Novels & Stories

He wastched us both suspicously, then said, "Vince, I see you met my daughter." His name is Vince? "I'm Sofia. It was a pleasure to meet you." I indroduce myself to 'Vince'. "Vincenzo Moretti." He said in a deep voice. He had an accent. "Vincenzo is the Italian Don." My papa said to me. That explained his sexy accent. Did I just call his accent sexy? "Why are you having a meeting with the Italian Don?" I ask, confused. "I'll explain later, now come, your mama made breakfast." He answered.

I roll my eyes and shove the content of my fork inside my mouth. " Can you let me finish?" " Yeah , I'm sorry." She waves her spoon and stuff her mouth with cereal. " Thank you. I saw this guy at the club. He was so weird and his name was Cage." " Cage? Cage Eduardo?" " Do you know everyone? Like literally every hot guy?" " Shut up. He's a mobster so basically he's fuckin popular and cute." " Wait a mobster? Did you sleep with him?" " Bitch , seriously." She rolls her eyes." I didn't. I've seen him. And yes , he's a mobster. Son of a Mafia boss in Italy. Father owns a Cartel."

I studied her tiny frame in the distance that slowly closed as my legs moved on its own. She was handed another glass of wine and she didn’t refuse but this time she took a sip. “I heard you’re taking on another case soon. Dangerous,” Katherine wiggled her fingers with a smirk. Lucille waved her hands. “It’s nothing serious,” she said. “I’ll bury him.” “Bury? Girl, he is the mafia boss of the city. Maybe he’ll bury you,” Katherine said and that made me intrigued. “Boss, are we leaving?” Gary asked beside me.

Emily demanded, looking him dead in the eye. “Firstly, I’m really sorry for not telling you. I just got worried about the baby, so please understand,” he said, reaching for her hands. She yanked them away. “Remember Don Emilio? The one I said was offering to do business with us?” “Yes, the one I told you to decline. What about him?” Emily asked sharply. “I never knew he was a very dangerous man,” Richard said, running his hands through his hair. “He’s actually a mafia boss.”

He was becoming an angry sadist each passing day. As he walked, his thoughts wandered. Lately, things have grown tense, way too tense. His boss, Andrés, had been under attack from all sides. Mateo couldn't tell if it was just corporate sabotage or something more personal. The mafia world was full of threats but this was quite unusual. Andrés wasn’t perfect, far from it, but the recent storm around him felt orchestrated, like someone was deliberately pulling strings behind the scenes. Someone who stood to gain a lot if Andrés fell. But who could it be? The mafia world was very complex with a lot of enemies.

“Hmm. That’s probably a good thing. We couldn’t find any direct links to you, even though you grew up near Sicily. You always go by Tris, which makes things simpler compared to other undercover folks.” Having a name similar to my own helps me stay grounded. Some people need to completely separate from their real lives, but for me, it’s easier to weave in real details than to make up stories and keep track of them. “So, what’s the deal with the De Luca family?” I pull my hand away from James’s and start rubbing his thigh in slow circles. “They’re brothers. Mafia in Sicily. The head honcho, Aamon De Luca, their dad, was killed.”

Lily groaned as she hit the floor She noticed a pair of well polished black shoes in front of her and she slowly looked up to see an aged but obviously still strong and active man seated on a chair right in front of her and Lily immediately knew that this is him, Antonio DiCaprio, the most dangerous Mafia boss in all of the country and the man that is probably going to put a bullet into her head today "I finally get to see you, at last" The Mafia boss said with a voice that sent chills down Lily's spine and her whole body soon began to tremble with fear

If someone had sent this person after me, why not finish the job? Leonel ’s voice came through the speaker, bringing me back to the moment. “Boss, I’ve got some intel. This guy’s a hitman, Luca Moretti, also known as the Phantom. He’s worked with your old boss, Carlo Rico .” The mention of Rico sent a chill down my spine. Rico was a name I hadn’t thought about in years, but the fear he instilled in me never truly left. He had been my boss once, a figurehead for the mafia family I’d once been a part of. But after Maria’s death, I cut ties with him. Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling that Rico ’s influence still loomed over me.

I just shook my head at him and smiled a little. "Eh? What type are you Reian? I heard that the 1st Mafia Boss here is handsome...what's his name?" Brenda asked Maureen, Maureen pouted as if she was thinking deeply. "Hellion....ah yes! Hellion, I heard he is the most handsome in the whole Mafia World hehehe" They both giggled. Even I was surprised by what they said but I couldn't help but smile. They don't know me being owned by Saint after all. So I have no right to hate the male flesh of my entire system.

“They're all dead.” “Are you a cop?” My breath rasped in my throat. “Who are you?” “Marco Vitale.” He said coolly. His eyes remained on me like he wanted to catch my genuine reaction. “Like…you mean…the Black Requiem? The infamous Italian mob boss—Marco Vitale?” He grunted a deep approving sound from his throat. “You're well informed.”