Mafia Bodyguards Novels & Stories

5 years back he purchased some killers from black market they were the man trained for protecting Mafia’s but as a mafia declined new Boss will sell them. They are trained to be fast, strong, good fighter, lighting speed and their shooting skills everything is just incredible. He has five of that man only one he placed near his mother, and one around Ford to see his every moment and others are resting. Yesterday when Adair left, he sends his two men after him not to protect just to observer or inform him.

I followed the car carefully and patiently, making sure to keep a bit of a distance to avoid being noticed. Today was the final day the boss had given me to get the girl. I didn’t know what he wanted and I honestly didn’t care. This was a job to me, nothing more. The Don’s orders were to kidnap her and keep her locked up in one of the Mafia safe houses till he gave me further instructions. I pulled my car over a short distance away when I saw that they had stopped. I watched from across the club parking lot as the bodyguard stepped out and opened her door for her, she stepped out after a while.

The older man smiled when he saw Sebastian. "Sebastian, my boy. A word before the briefing?" Harlan's hand landed on Sebastian's shoulder paternal, familiar. Squeezed once. Sebastian tolerated it. Barely. Kane moved. One step. Hand closed around Sebastian's opposite wrist same spot as earlier. Pulled him half a step sideways, away from Harlan. The motion looked casual. Protective. Harlan blinked. "And you are?" "Kane Maddox. Mr. Mercer's security."

Isabella shouted, her daggers flashing off the air one after another. As much as I wanted to walk away, every instinct told me I couldn’t. I didn’t want to look like a coward to my mortal enemy. The idea of her mocking me at the office until work hours ends, would be the death of me. I’m Keigh Russo, the deadliest mafia of all. I have to live up to my name. I saw some of the Moretti guards fighting against the drugged ones. Every move they made was calculated and precised. It made me realize how these men were trained their whole lives for moments like this.

I let out a long breath and leaned against the wall for a second, eyes closed. Stefan was inside with her. Dante had left a few minutes ago, quiet as always, but I could still feel the weight of him in the room even after he was gone. Those three men. The mafia bodyguards Nina had talked about in whispers and half-stories. They weren’t just criminals or whatever I had pictured in my head. They were service men. Real ones. The kind who walked into impossible situations and came out the other side. It changed how I saw them. Especially Stefan.

Shadows moved in the blinding headlights. Leo shoved the keys and phone deep into his own pocket. He glanced around the wrecked cabin. Silas's side was crumpled inward. The door was buckled, impossible to open. Leo’s own door was partially caved in but looked potentially operable. The rear window was shattered. A voice, muffled by the rain but cold and authoritative, cut through the storm. "Rossi Security! Exit the vehicle with your hands visible!" *Rossi Security.* Dominic’s private enforcers. Not police. No rules. No mercy.

I arched a brow, pointing at the three hulking figures in tailored suits who loomed behind them. Piper gasped like she’d just noticed them for the first time. Her eyes went wide, and she yanked her blanket tighter around herself. “Wait, wait, wait…hold on. Y’all thought she was shacked up with some guy, so you rolled up with a literal mafia entourage? What is this, N*****x?!” Her voice cracked on the last word, and she clapped a hand over her mouth, but it was too late. The bodyguards didn’t even blink. They just stood there, silent and menacing.

Keep the pretty little hostage at arm's length. I scoffed, trying to project an air of nonchalant curiosity. "Hey," I said, trying to sound casual. "Seems a little light on security tonight, doesn't it? Does Giovanni know about this? What if those Bratva bastards decide to pay us a visit?" The guard straightened, his expression carefully neutral. "Don't worry, Mr. Hayes. You are safe. Don Giovanni took most of the men with him for protection of the operation tonight. The guards left here are all top-notch."

But now, he stood still, watching every movement of his rival’s brother. Martin’s face bore no emotion. Just calm calculation. Once Lorenzo left the scene, Martin crossed over casually. He looked at the girl's face—eyes open, accusing the night. He sighed, knowing he had to move fast. Inside the club, he found the security room. The guard inside was half-asleep, scrolling through his phone. "Hey," Martin said, knocking on the glass lightly. "You the guy in charge?" "Depends. What’s it to you?" Martin smiled, tapping a bill into his palm. "Just need help finding my friend. She’s wearing a blue crop top, long braids. Can we skim through the camera outside real quick?"

She wasn’t dreaming, Julian had finally come for her. “How did you get injured?” she asked him after she’d gain some sort of control over her own thundering heart. She lightly touched the cast as Julian continued to hold her close with his free hand. “Remember how I told you that I have another mission left ‘till I become CEO of the Turner Security?” Julian asked. Sia nodded, her face pressed to his chest. “That’s what kept me from you for so long: my last mission as one of the company’s bodyguards. But it turns out, there were a few Mafia thugs involved, hence the wounds and the broken arm.