Mafia Boss Background Novels & Stories

Lucas sneered at the young man who just laughed at his remarks when he glances at their silent companion. Luther Devmon Cromwell, the CEO of Cromwell Enterprise which was known for being the largest hotel company in the country. He is handsome, chic, and, most importantly, wealthy, all of which are characteristics of women's ideal men. But his attractive exterior conceals a dangerous persona. A Mafia boss. Mafia bosses are feared for their ruthlessness and willingness to take lives to exercise their influence while profiting from criminal activity. They typically have complete or nearly complete control over the other members of the organization.

Black slacks, a dark dress shirt, sleeves rolled up to reveal strong forearms, a glint of silver from his watch. Calm. Cold. Untouchable. His eyes flickered briefly to me, a mere glance, before he turned back to the two men standing nearby. Strangers. No, not strangers. Bratva. Viktor and Nikolai, his consigliere and second in command. Their eyes slid to me, appraising and calculating. I felt like prey among predators. Misha’s jaw tightened imperceptibly. He extended a hand, and without a word, I understood. “Come here,” he said softly. But there was no question in his voice. Only command.

he said with an ironic chuckle. "What were you prepared for exactly?" I asked curiously. "For being chased by another mafia gang." "So you are in the mafia then?" I asked. Since Elian was already telling and there was nothing else that could risk my life more than it was now, I might as well just know a little bit more about him. "Not just in it, but I'm the leader." I gasped. "For real?" He nodded. I tried to digest the information. So… my boss was in the mafia? No, just in it. He was the leader of a mafia gang. Wow.

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.

I bought the city library so I can pretend to be working there and never missed a single day of dropping by in the coffee shop where she works. My men know everything about my act but they never know about Naomi. How did I end up being a mafia boss? It's because my father, who is the former boss, died in an accident. My father and Naomi's Dad were both under that building when it collapsed. I inherited all of his properties and this position. I was just a boy that time and didn't know what to do with all the work he left to me.

Another day he had mentioned saying he has his own black deed but he's honest. Thinking back, iris remembered Maximo had yelled at her once, saying something about the rule. Now that everything fall into space, she understand the real hard work behind his wealth, his professional workers and staffs and his real profession. He is a Mafia Boss and not just anyone, but the Italian Mafia man who has many peoples, members and staffs at his beck and call. He's not only powerful but was dangerous too , he's not only cruel but was kind hearted.

It seems that I couldn't get her out of my mind at all. "I will find you Miss unknown." I mumbled but the next second I was distracted by call. It's time to focus on my work. ___ I put back the lingerie in my pocket and stormed out of my suite. Black roll Royce cars were lined up outside with men in black, waiting for me. Their Boss , Caspar Mcadam, the money laundering Mafia King. The god of the American underworld. I'm the symbol of danger, blood and death...no human being in their sanity would like to cross their paths with me... I'm ruthless man with no mercy feelings.

And then he froze on one of the name. "Dimitri Novikov," he said slowly. "I know that name." My gaze snapped to him. "You do?" He nodded. "Yeah, he is part of the Russian Mafia, he used to run weapons and drugs in the north. I know his son, his name is Pyotr. The guy is a ruthless bastard, we crossed paths in Milan four years ago, when I was away for business. All I can tell you is he doesn't like Italians much. But he hates the Bianchis even more."

Aurelio laughed. “Uh huh, sure!” his mom replied raising her two fingers in the air. She slowly nod her head with a smile “And my Grandpops, Mr Maynard..The boss, the CEO of Xithun organization. He is a Mob boss” he replied as her eyes went wide open. “A Mafia?!” she asked “Yep! Exactly, so I am such a wonderful son, I’ll be taking over the both of them except my mom’s business.. I don’t want that” he replied.

"That bitch of a stepmother had evil intentions, our boss was right to never accept her as—" Hugo cut her off. "I ran a background check on her. Her father was a legendary crime boss in the 19th century. I think she is after power, and Papi is in her way, as long as he is alive." The tears Silvia had been holding back streamed down her pale cheeks as she dissolved into hysterical sobs. "We are fucking useless!" she cried. "We couldn't protect our boss when he needed us most. Now he is dead, and I never got to tell him how I felt!"