Italian Mafia Boss Hot Novels & Stories

Ditto started, dropping the bags on the floor. "Favour? What could that be?" Belinda asked. "Perhaps I should clear this up for you already, Belinda. As you have guessed, I and my boss are indeed involved in something..." Belinda sat up properly, knowing that this talk was serious. "My boss, Dante Romano is a mafia boss, the most prominent in this country." Belinda gasped, her hands going over my mouth. "Oh my god! I... I suspected that. Mireille... Does Mireille know about this?" Belinda asked, panicking.

Anger, raw and dark. He gulped and slowly got to his feet. He knew he needed to handle the situation carefully or things would get out of his hands. “Lisa, my darling. Calm yourself down, Samanvay went abroad for a few days. The Italian Mafia we are planning to made a deal with contacted. Samanvay himself went there.” Lisa’s gaze turned sharp as she stared at her adoptive father. “Italy? He is in Italy?” She asked in a low cutting voice.

It seemed like she had dimmed her light so that she could fit in as the wife of my father. “What are you doing here, Chiara? This is not a safe place for you. And who is that man that you were with? Do you know who Emilio Vitale is? He is a mafia boss, and he spread rumors about you in Italy to make you look like you were the one who got him out of prison.” “He’s very dangerous, and he probably lied to you about who he was. He’s not the person you’re supposed to associate yourself with. He’s just using you to get back at your father.”

If Andrei was doing that, then he was playing with fire. Igor knew it wasn't a good idea. Anything involving a woman could not be good, especially for him. Women always brought trouble, and even more so she, who had been precisely the killer of the lifelong best friend of the most dangerous mafia boss in all of Russia.

I started the car and headed for her hotel, my mind racing. She opened the door, her face grim. I stepped in wordlessly and she shut it firmly behind me. "Molly, there's something you need to know about Declan Shaughnessy," she said bluntly. "One of my clients knows him well from his former life in New York. Declan is a crime boss in the Irish mafia." I stared at her; sure I'd misheard. "What? No, Declan owns a security company, he told me ..." I trailed off at the pity in her eyes.

he agrees. “So you’re the boss for this mafia… gang?” she’s too nervous and she doesn’t want to ask stupid questions. She’s too careful in putting her words. “Yeah, I am.” “Then what else… don’t you show your face?” she asked. “No,” that’s a sharp answer came from him. “Why not? If you want me then you have to show me your face,” she said. She doesn’t want to talk anyway that could piss him off and that will lead to her murder. And there’s this comforting feeling around him, like he’s not going to hurt her.

the man confirmed. My heart skipped a beat. Kai Alessandro. I knew that name all too well. He was the leader of one of the biggest Italian mafia groups—the Alessandro family. His reputation was legendary, and not in a good way. Ruthless, merciless, infamous for his revenge tactics. I’d heard the stories, seen the headlines. He wasn’t just any mafia boss; he was the mafia boss. And he had a reputation for making people disappear in the most painful ways. If this was his account, hacking it would be signing my own death warrant.

The man paled instantly. Of course, who doesn't know the leader of the Italian mafia, Felix Montego. Son of Ace Montego, one of the worst most evil mafia bosses. The one and only Scorpione. Marco couldn't help but laugh at the man's reaction, he turned to Luciano an she chuckled a forceful chuckle that Marco was too astonished to notice. "Now you know, I'm going to ask you a few questions and if you don't give me the answers I want. I won't hesitate to have the BOSS take care of you.... himself" he said glaring daggers at his victim.

“Where the fuck have you been, why haven't you called me, you had me fucking worried, you know our job is dangerous and you made me think the worst” i almost yell into the phone startling the the girls and Jay, they look at me with concern, i shake my head and smile apologetically. “Calm down fireball, i'm at home and i didn't want to disturb you” “oh, well you should have called all the same” “i'm sorry” “it's okay, get dressed, i'll send you the address so you'd come meet me” “hold on la mia bambolina(my little doll), do i need to remind you, it's a class reunion not a meet–new–friends platform so i don't think that i'll be welcome” “non sono il la tuo piccolo stronzo da bambola (I am not

Bernard started. "The boss is an American citizen, and he was an older friend of the Giacomo couple who died in a fire accident decades ago." He continued and a quick flashback of my parents' death appeared in my memory. "He has a daughter who is in Sicily now---" "Tell me his fucking name."