Mafia Boss Background Novels & Stories

That was all an act which he put on in front of the world. My name is Serra, and this is our story. Three years ago.... In a high end chrome and glass building, a young man was standing in the middle of a huge carpeted room in front of the floor to ceiling wall. He is looking at the sea which looks stormy, just like him. He is wearing a black suit which hugs his broad shoulders and trim down to his waist like a second skin. His long muscular legs look imposing in his black slacks. He is none other than the Mafia boss of the Nividea. Nividean islands are a group of several islands nearby the US. He rules these Islands with an iron fist. And to say that these Islands provide most of the high e

Gabriel Lockwood Age: 32 Nationality: Italian American Job: Leader or the Italian mafia in New York Physical description: 6’3 foot, tanned, muscular body. Dark brown hair, blue eyes, chiselled face with a scruffy beard. Full lips. Personality description: cold, courageous, determined, unforgiving, conceited and arrogant, persistent, reliable, adventurous, seductive. Family: Raphael Lockwood (father) Alex (mother deceased) , Michael Lockwood (younger half brother), Amelia Wood (younger sister)

Tony said simply. “What like the Mafia?” Said Grace shocked. “The Mafia is the Italian version, you already met Xan who is the Chinese Gang Syndicate leader and you already met the European one as well!" Tony said carefully. “Xan, that arsehole I just stared down?” Grace said and Tony nodded. "Who is the European one?” She asked quickly. Tony sighed and said “Kurt Blackwood!” There was a silence as the blood drained out of Grace’s face. She felt like someone had ripped her heart out and kicked her in the stomach at the same time.

he whispered and pulled her up from the ground. He led her back to the room and sat her down on the bed. "I know you don't remember me so let me introduce myself. I'm Alexander Miguel soon to be the boss of the Black mafia and you are my one way ticket through that door. I'll give you one minute to completely hand yourself over to me or I'm going to start killing everyone you love, no more beating around the corner," he whispered with a serious face. Siana looked into his face trying to crack the joke behind his words but she found nothing. He was being serious. The room was quite as his vicious eyes tore through her.

Unlike Andrei, he was dressed in a long red plaid shirt, with a white hoodie underneath and black jeans paired with white basketball-style sneakers. He wasn't a prince charming either, nor was he the king of sensitivity, but he was sensible and eloquent in being himself. She couldn't help but feel comfortable around him. She could have conversations with him even when she was sure he looked down on her, but he was kind then, and everything else didn't matter. She remembered the stereotype that mafia members always dressed formally, and if they were young, they looked like hip-hop enthusiasts or delinquent youth, but they didn't fit those descriptions at all. They probably fooled people with

Lily asked when she realized that this is his office here. "You should not talk aloud with that matter," he said with sincerity. She would like him if he's serious like this. He looks like Raf when he becomes this serious. "What do you mean?" "You cannot identify a gangster or a Mafia boss yet, Lily…but everyone who comes in my bar are all Mafia bosses, assassins, and gangsters. They all kill people, murderers." Is it what she is about to become? To kill and be a murderer? "About the death threats, does Aemon even know about it?" He asked and blew out a heavy breath.

He asked angrily. He was still enjoying his bachelor life and he doesn't want to have commitment nor responsibilities to women. They are all pain in the ass, he'll rather fuck them and leave right after. "What are you fussing about when you know you'll eventually get married? You're not just a normal man Damon, you are the future Capo di tutti capi!" the old man answered, referring to his position in their organization. He was a mafia boss. The future leader of Thanatuo Organosi, a Greek mafia that originated in Greece but is now dominating in Albania and South America. He was also the mysterious owner of Infinity Winery that runs here in the Philippines.

he asked. Not like he cared to know. Whoever it was didn’t stand a chance, but he was still curious. Lately, he hadn’t made trouble with any mafia group, so who would go through this length to sentence this one as a scapegoat to get information about his empire? “It… it was my boss,” even speaking caused him so much pain that he winced after. “Idiot!” Enzo exclaimed in frustration. “Who the hell is your boss?” “He’s… he’s the boss of the Velcan Mafia Empire,” the man blurted.

Five years ago, Damian Tucker, a 28-year-old Black man with blue eyes and short black hair styled in an Afro cut, sat in his office chair on the fifth floor of a magnificent five-story building. He had several tattoos: an eagle on his right arm, a cross on his left arm, and two women tattooed on his right chest. Damian was a mafia boss, respected and feared in his territory. He ruled the secret mafia world and underground cartel in North Haven. Inside his office, wearing a black suit, he sat behind his desk, working on his laptop to check his online businesses.

Mia said silently as the club was starting to get filled up. I looked puzzled what did she mean by the boss world, is it because he owns a strip club, I must have said that aloud because Mia responded “Ohh wait, you don't know” she said I looked at her, still puzzled “know what” “The boss is The Ares Valentino” I still looked at her with the same expression, like girl how do you expect me to know who that is, is he a celebrity or what. She face palmed herself for the second time tonight and said “I can't believe you don't know him, he is a Mafia boss who is feared and known in the country, with a body like that of a Greek god, one I could definitely eat up….”