Mafia Boss Porn Novels & Stories

It was then that I remembered what the internet said when I decided to check him up. BRYCE GILBERT BILLIONAIRE. OWNER OF THE BIGGEST CONGLOMERATE IN THE COUNTRY, ROURMED TO BE THE LEADER OF THE POWERFUL GILBERT MAFIA GANG. It’s been said that the Gilberts was a mafia family lineage, known to be the most powerful mafia gang. The government couldn’t arrest them because they were part of the government too. Hence their, prolonged existence. My line of thought was suddenly interrupted when I heard shouts.

And I saw the figure of a very handsome man, he looks older than my age but doesn't seem too far from our age gap. He's really handsome and very masculine, a mix of the Italian and Greek faces that my boss had previously told me about. He has extraordinary charisma and is handsome, but he also has an aura of terrifying cruelty. The handsome man also looks very angry at me, he holds my face tightly and makes me very scared. "I'm Riccardo Palermo! I'm the leader of the Palermo mafia and no one is allowed to enter our area! Or you will end up dying after this, for having dared to enter my territory!"

Torture me, make me feel insecure and then finish me off when I least expected. Lies. If he thinks he can break me, then he's wrong. I'm not the same little boy I was fifteen years ago. I had gotten tougher. The experience has made me cruel. I am the Mafia boss of Black Vipers. And I don't tremble in the presence of my enemies. Mia hesitated before speaking. “Why is your father after you?” Her voice was careful, as if she expected me to push her away. I exhaled sharply, running a hand over my face. The past clawed at me, choking my throat.

Right in between his legs and he bell back with a groan. “ Bitch!” He snarled at me, his eyes darkened. I shriveled in fear, my neck shrunk and my eyes went low as I avoided his gaze. I mumbled repeatedly, “ I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to. “ I knew what these men were and amongst all of them, he was the strongest, the one with the real power. The capo. And I just had the audacity to kick his dick. The Mafia had one rule,

Edward immediately faced Loretta once he was out of sight. "What do you expect me to do Father? Watch as you are being killed. I am not that worst of a daughter." He drew his brows together and tried to free himself from the chains but it wasn't bulging. "You don't know him. That man is evil. He would kill you before that six months is over. He is the devil." He paused his lips and lowered his head. "He is a Mafia boss. He owns a drug house and is feared by everyone. His drug house is the most dangerous and powerful in this country."

He threw back his head, giving a shout of laughter. “He’s going to be a Mafia man, Woman,” drawled the Boss, fondling her breast openly, ignoring her heated cheeks and futile attempts to move away. Still holding her waist, he went on, in a low, hoarse voice, “So which of the brats is this, huh? I just know I’ve bred you and sired ten kids, wh*re, but which one is this?” and he chucked his son’s chin.

He stood up while looking cocky and glared at Liam ferociously. The rich kid who was a bootlicker got all worked up and jumped up from his seat as if he was psyched up. His face was covered in excitement as he said, "Let's see how cocky Liam can be now. Darion is here. Liam's done for. Darion is the mafia boss of this area. He's incredibly ruthless. Nobody in this area dares to cross him at all." The rich kid let out a cruel sneer as he spoke. He stared at Liam frostily, as if he was telling Liam that he was dead meat.

"I'm itching to find out who that mafia boss is and bring him down," I whispered. "Don't get too excited. This mafia is big, most of the big companies here in Manila and other places are connected to them. This mafia is not easy so if you want to kill him, you just have to be tronger and not making weaknesses," he said and looked at our house. Is he saying Warren is my weakness? "What do you mean?" I asked him irritated. "I'm saying, I don't like him for you. I have a bad feeling about him," he said.

They would now be looking over their shoulders, wondering who was being bought, who might be selling them out. Marcos flooded financial crime forums and tabloid tip -lines with fragmented data linking Marchetti's operations to the payment David Hawthorne had received. A notorious financial blog ran a piece titled: TANGLED WEB: MOB MONEY IN A HEARTBREAK SCANDAL? Speculative, filled with 'maybes' and 'sources suggest,' but it had the pungent scent of blood. A trashier outlet followed with: MY EX WAS PAID BY THE MAFIA! Marchetti's carefully cultivated facade of a reformed, legitimate businessman now had a visible, grimy crack. My secure phone rang. Blocked number. I answered, putting it on spea

I responded. “Astor Giovanni has been arrested.” He replied. I leaned back on my chair as I let the words sink in. This is just one third of what I had been hoping for. This is the beginning of his ruin. Yes, I wanted him broken, dead and forgotten but I would have to do it bit by bit. “He was arrested for financial crimes.” Maxwell continued “…his accounts have been frozen.” The sound of that brought joy to my soul. Good. “There’s more,” Maxwell carefully stated.