Novel & Cerita Mafia Boss Hot

Alessandro is a dangerous man and his misdeeds knew no bounds. My lips parted slightly, but words failed to come out. Unlike me who froze at papa’s words, Sophia didn’t flinch, she just stared at papa. She would do anything to get papa out of here and retain his old glory, Sophia can go miles for papa but I don’t think I can. I can only try but it won’t be enough for either Sophia or papa. “I don’t think….” I tried to speak but papa cuts me off “I don’t need you to think Phi, all I need is action. Decide which one of you will be Alessandro’s bride and get the plans in progress” he said, staring directly at Sophia.

I studied her tiny frame in the distance that slowly closed as my legs moved on its own. She was handed another glass of wine and she didn’t refuse but this time she took a sip. “I heard you’re taking on another case soon. Dangerous,” Katherine wiggled her fingers with a smirk. Lucille waved her hands. “It’s nothing serious,” she said. “I’ll bury him.” “Bury? Girl, he is the mafia boss of the city. Maybe he’ll bury you,” Katherine said and that made me intrigued. “Boss, are we leaving?” Gary asked beside me.

Bernard was beside me as well, not behaving like the pussy I had thought he was. The gangsters finally alighted from the six cars and I knew their boss was present at that moment I couldn't wait to meet him since no one dared to stop me and if the boss ended up being someone lower in rank than me the mafia world, I would waste my sweet million Euro bullet into his hand. One of the gangsters opened the car and I expected their boss to alight from the car which he finally did. I stopped my stern gaze at the gangster boys as I watched the leader who seemed to be in his early fifties, he took off his sunglasses and I recognized him at once.

“You fucking killed Angelo! Why? What did he do that was so bad, Knight? Why did you kill him?” “I didn’t kill him, goddamn it!” I barked, not able to take it anymore. “I didn’t fucking kill him, Aria!” I stared at her tear-filled eyes. “Yes… I’m a mafia boss. I kill people for a living. I don’t bat an eye when I do it too—but I never killed Angelo,” I breathed as I reached out to wipe her cheeks. She flinched lightly, but I ignored it, wiping her tears away. "He’s alive," I breathed.

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."

But he didn’t blink. “This isn’t a fucking joke, Adrien.” “I know. You’re a scary mafia boss. Big bad Luca Moretti. I’ve seen the way you operate. Cold, ruthless, probably never hugged as a child.” He smiled—bright and sharp, all teeth. “So let me in. Give me something to do.” “I should lock you back in your room for mouthing off,” I growled. “You should,” he said. “But you won’t.” I hated him a little more for being right.

I With her mind spinning with everything that has been taught to her by Ms. Dahlia, Gerthel could not help to slouch on the bed and sigh several times. She could not remember everything that Ms. Dahlia told her, actually. “Ms. Dahlia, just a question, what is the business of Boss Dar?” She asked curiously. Ms. Dahlia’s right eyebrow lifted while staring at her. “Everybody inside this mansion knows that the Boss is the notorious Mafia Lord Dar. From where are you, Ms. Gerthel, and you seemed to be innocent of almost everything?”

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

Blackshot, an high illegal drug dealing tycoon and worse his hefty men were outside waiting for their boss not to mention having to deal with his twin brother, the shrewdest Mafia in all Mexico. "We are all FUCKED." Boss told his men while he shot a dangerous glare at Camila. His men thought they had heard those words but the obiviors was his scream. Everyone was startled to the bones most especially those cleaning. How will Boss go about this. He wasn't the slightest worried of Anna at the moment but the men waiting outside. He grabbed Camila by the throat. Maybe that way if he choked the life out of her, he will know what to do next. While he did so gunshots and screaming girls and women c

It’s all starting to feel overwhelmingly hopeless, until— The Boss steps in. Alexander Mancini. XXX