Mafia Boss Guards Novels & Stories

They returned to the magnificent mansion, its grandeur standing tall against the horizon. As Suzanne stepped out of the van, a sigh escaped her lips, and her gaze swept across the impressive building. Everywhere she looked, guards stood watch, their sunglasses concealing their eyes, and earpieces adorning their necks. Firmly gripping their weapons, they diligently patrolled the premises. Each bowed slightly at the sight of their boss. It was expected. It was a mafia boss' domain. Thus, it should be properly guarded and armed.

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.

She obeyed without any hesitation, quickly bouncing up the steps and running inside. I dropped the still smoking pistol on the seat and got out. “Secure the property,” I ordered Raf. “Bring in all the guards. I want Mickey and Kendrick on Quinn at all times.” “Yes, Sir,” my captain said and ran off while I strolled inside. None of the other crime bosses lived like I did. They had lavish lifestyles, out in the open for all to see, with minimal security and only a few bodyguards. It put them at risk, but they were arrogant enough to believe they were untoucable and unkillable. It made my job a lot easier.

I have chickens for guards. I was about to take another shot when Richie interfered. "Boss, someone's here to see you." He said. His eyes moved to the guard standing Infront of the target, then he looked back at me with wide eyes. "I'm not expecting anyone." I simply said- bang! I shot again, this time, the bullet was closely beside his ears, I think I just made him deaf. "It's pretty important sir, something about the Black Mafias." Richie tried again.

she says. "You want me along?" Jay asks as we step into the metal box. "You'd better." She's focused on the closing doors. "If Valeriya calls her father to tell him I threatened her, there might be trouble." "Who is he?" I say. Her eyes twinkle in amusement, a smile playing at the edges of her lips. "Russian mafia. Your favorite." "Think they could have taken your product?" I suggest. "Doubtful. They use my business in Russia to clean their money. But it's good to be sure." As the elevator doors open, she exits.

The dark and gloomy fortress of the mobster Andrei Borisov stood majestically atop a hill on the outskirts of the city. An imposing mansion of Gothic style, surrounded by tall stone walls and guarded by armed men, whose shadows cast menacingly over the corridors illuminated by dim lights. The air was filled with the smell of tobacco and whisky, an oppressive atmosphere that reflected the cold and ruthless personality of the mafioso. Andrei, a man with a penetrating gaze and a stern expression, walked with a firm step among his henchmen.

“Boss? Want me to call cleanup?” “Stand down, Marcus,” the man in the coat said without breaking eye contact with her. “She’s not a threat.” That word—boss—made her blood run cold. Oh God. She hadn’t just wandered into a warehouse. She’d wandered into his territory. Garden Metro whispered his name like a warning: Damien Vale. The mafia king of the underworld. Ruthless. Untouchable. His name was enough to silence entire rooms. And he was now crouched in front of her like some dark guardian.

Daisy is the only one who isn't paying attention because she is too busy playing a game on the iPad that Alessandro gave her. "My parents recently told me about the Russian Mafia. My mother's brother, Felix was murdered by the Ivanovs." As my brows furrow in response to what Alessandro said, Luca and Marcelo both visibly become tense. "Following that, they went into hiding. Many of you are already aware that the Russians are masters of concealment. There are rumors circulating among the other mafias that they will emerge from hiding soon." He scans the room for everyone who is dispersed. "I want everyone to have a bodyguard with them from now on. If you go out in groups, your bodyguards will

Fabian held Loretta as they began to go downstairs. Fabian motioned for one of the maids to get her some tea and a fresh blanket. The mafia boss left his pet in the sitting room and went outside as he started hearing approaching footsteps. Pushing the door open, he found his guards holding the shooter. He was barely awake; the guards must have beaten him down. "Who sent you?" The dark-haired man growled, but the man didn't react, let alone speak. Fabian had to roll his hands into fists, his fingers piercing his palms as he tried to contain the anger boiling in him. Fabian had to hold himself back from punching the young man, knowing fully well that the man wouldn't survive it.

Xavier said putting his hands under Aria's butt and standing up with her He started to walk when he turned around. "And for the record I'm not just a guy." he gave me a wicked smirk "I run this joint." They walked away and I felt a little lonely when I heard Aria laugh as they went down the corridor. I leaned over and looked at the people passing down below. It took me a couple of minutes for Xavier's words to register and when they did a gasp left my mouth. Wait.....He's the Boss???? XAVIER'S THE BOSS OF THE MAFIA!!!!