Novel & Cerita Mafia Boss Guards

"You are assigned to Ms. Reed. Your only job is her safety. You do not leave her side. You anticipate danger. You clear every room. You are her shadow." Kaela gave a single, sharp nod. "Understood." Alexandra watched this. Her arms were wrapped tightly around herself. "Who is Carlo Marchetti?" Liam walked to the kitchen island. He poured two fingers of whiskey and drank it in one swallow. The burn grounded him. He turned to face her. "He is a relic. He is my father's contemporary. He runs his business the old way-drugs, extortion, human trafficking. He believes in fear. He believes in blood feuds. He believes in sending messages through bedroom windows."

I called out in a whisper. “It’s Stefano Morello to you, Signora,” he said, cutting me short. “Let’s learn to respect our boundaries. I am your bodyguard. That is the only relationship that exists between us. Fucking you is not part of my job description and it will not become part of it no matter how many times you look at me like that. I suggest you go back to bed. As you can see I’m not dead.” He turned away without another glance and returned to the chair facing the monitors as if I had already left the room. The dismissal broke my heart more than Michael’s words could ever.

“People who deserve it. I don’t kill innocent people and do you really expect me to know how many people I’ve killed? Be for real, Larissa.” “How can I be for real? This is fucking crazy.” I could not properly process it. Was he joking? Was there a camera behind us? I had been serious when I asked him who he was so he couldn’t be toying with me like that. Then again, it kind of made sense. That was why he had so many guards stationed around his house. That was why he lived with so many men. They were all in the mafia. They worked together and he was their boss.

He stared quietly as they rounded him before one of them stepped forward. “Welcome, Master. The boss was not informed of your presence here today.” The guard who stepped forward said. He worked under Romano but he was a lover of Giovanni's works, Giovanni was also the mob boss of the city, hence calling him master. “You can do that now” Giovanni replied A guard stepped forward to scan him for weapons. He held the equipment a few inches away from his body scanning him. It made a loud beeping sound around his waist region.

I needed to know more, but I couldn’t afford to ask too many questions—there was no time. “Where are you? Do you know where you are? Collins is losing his mind over this. Is there any way we can get you out?” I was practically begging at this point, my voice tight with fear. “This place is heavily guarded,” Bailey explained quickly, her words rushing out as if she were on the brink of panic. “It’s going to take a lot to break in. But there’s something you need to know—something important. The Mafia boss... he hasn’t given up. He’s planning to use Jace’s firm to produce the illegal drink, and he won’t stop until it’s done.”

The large metal doors were pushed open when I approached and the moment I stepped inside, every conversation instantly stopped. Three other mafia bosses sat around the long steel table in the center of the warehouse. Each and every one of the bosses were surrounded by armed guards who looked one wrong move away from starting a massacre. The air was thick with tension, distrust and violence. I remained calm as I approached the table. My eyes flickered between the three men who were sitting down. They were Viktor Orlov, Miguel Reyes and Dominic Barone. Each of them were far more dangerous and powerful than anyone else he knew. I was here because I had just realized one thing; one or more of th

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.

Again. The two guards exchanged a knowing look. "I wouldn't worry, miss. Rafael is more than capable of taking care of himself," the first guard reassured me, holstering his gun and attempting a comforting smile. They both thought I was being irrational. After all, he was a formidable leader in the mafia.

Three guards at the wall. Luca Romano on the Don’s left, his hand resting near his pistol. And in the chair—bleeding, bound, half-conscious—sat Marco Bellini. Marco had managed accounts, routes, and discreet cash movement for nearly six years. Not family, but close enough to die slowly if he disappointed the wrong man. Tonight, he had disappointed the wrong man. Don Romano stood near the head of the room, one hand resting on his cane, the other holding a folded sheet of paper. He did not greet me when I entered.

“Shut up, Darkie!“ Mr Miller stopped him with dark angry eyes. “We've had enough talk for today.“ The four bodyguards in the first car soon joined them and some other members of the Black Mamba family also came out from the third and second car to accompany their boss. Mr Miller gave a sign to one of them, and the guy lit a big cigar and offered it to the mafia Don with a small bow. “Let's go,” said Mr Miller. They all looked like a bunch of black Army squad with their General in front of them. The place was quite large and had a couple of cars parked outside in a stylish and organised way.