Mafia Bodyguards Novels & Stories

A bodyguard grabbed her by the hair and dragged her out like a sack of garbage, leaving a long smear of blood on the red carpet. Luca didn't spare Mia a single glance. His knees buckled, and he dropped to the ground, kneeling directly in front of me. Under the watchful eyes of every prominent mafia family in North America, the pride and dignity of the Don of the Bellini family shattered on the marble floor.

My bodyguards also known as my shadows all surrounded me and the new ones stayed by the car and walked around from time to time, it's exhausting and I was tired of the whole drama but that seemed to attract people to the cafe. Maybe I didn't mention it before but my bodyguards are kind of ripped most especially, Fabio, Rio, and Dallas they have this brawny super muscular build like they were born in a gym or something. Bruce even joked about jumping on one of them but I warned him not to, Rio might kill him if that happens from what I know he hates gay men. Or that's what he wants us to believe, I really don't know. "You know you can sit right? Standing will drain your energy" I said to the

She quickly called Bruce to come in with Yolanda's bodyguards, however, when they barged into the room to save Yolanda, guns were immediately pointed at them. "So, you rejected my invitation? Why? You think you're all that?" A rough-looking man said as he approached Yolanda who had been unceremoniously dropped to the floor. The room was filled with smoke and the smell of whiskey. Yolanda's heart sank when she realised these men belonged to the mafia. A group of men who belonged to the underworld and got involved in illegal activities. She concluded that the man who was harassing her was the mob boss. He was bald and had tattoos all over his body except his face.

"Do you recognise it?" "Marct, I didn't know any Mafia until recently," I stated, frowning. "Why would the Mafia want Jackson?" "They work for Sandy," Marct said, swiping right. I saw a picture of Sandy sitting down with the same dressed male as in the previous video. They looked to be in a private meeting or something. "So, we need to get bodyguards for Jackson. To avoid anything happening," "How the hell am I supposed to find bodyguards at such short notice?" I sighed, sitting down on the chair opposite the main chair. My father will get suspicious if I suddenly request protection.

From his expression, he was curious too. "What kind of job is he talking about?" "If I didn't hear it wrong, he said he became a bodyguard for a mafia." "What?!" Edward was definitely shocked. This was big news for him. "Kairos? A wealthy businessman became a bodyguard for a mafia? That's unbelievable."

"I would like to leave the house more.am getting stir fried crazy from being indoors all day.i wasn't aware that I am a prisoner here ". "You are not a prisoner.you can go wherever you want, just not alone".Enzo frowns at me.dropping his cutlery to stare at me. "So I will have to go out with bodyguards.people will look at me funny".I roll my eyes. "No one will dare to look at my wife funny.you are supposed to go out with them anyways.people will look at you funny if you are seen without bodyguards.bad people will target you.you are the wife of a mafia boss.it Is for your own safety,mia Moglie ".

“You can say it.” “Yes, that,” A chill went through my spine. “And what does it stand for again?” I had never heard of them before. “Mafia Intelligence and Security Agency, it’s quite the name, isn’t it?” “Yes,” I swallowed my throat. The reality of the situation was starting to sink in, and it wasn’t looking good. From all the organizations it could’ve been, it had to be one specifically built to, what I assume, take down the Mafia. "I came to visit because I want to know what I’m getting into," I lied, giving her the saddest look I possibly could. I could see Jessica’s hesitation kicking in.

Lucas muttered to Derek, shoving the gun closer to his face. “You bastard,” Derek said coldly. “You want everything I have. You can take it all but not him.” Lucas’s jaw tightened in anger as he turned back to Rafe. “What do you say, man?” he demanded impatiently. Rafe exhaled. “I’ll be your bodyguard… on one condition.” Lucas scoffed. “What ridiculous condition?” “My old boss,” Rafe said calmly, drifting his eyes to Derek, “should do one of what I did the second time we met. Just to show respect.”

Sarah’s mouth was open and Mia looked like she’d been slapped. “Your serious Em, that’s… that he is the guy from the bar?” Sarah finally whispered. “The mafia-vibe CEO-looking dude with the bodyguards?”, She added and I nodded in response. Mia let out a shaky laugh that wasn’t funny. “Em. You dry-humped a literal crime lord. And now you’re basically his… ward? Prisoner? Sugar baby? I don’t even know what to call this.” She spoke.

I ask quietly. "Perhaps... perhaps it is, Warlord," Helena replies with extreme, cautious terror. I execute a sharp, double clap of my palms against the armrest. On the exact signal, three massive mafia bodyguards step out from the dark smoke of the ruins. Two of them reach down to drag the unconscious, broken form of Bianca up by his armpits, holding his frame suspended in the air. "So, let your lips demonstrate to my platoon just how far a high-society Luna's love will go to shield her darling cub." At my hand's silent gesture, the third guard hammers a heavy, reinforced fist straight into Bianca's ribs.