Mafia Boss Serie Novels & Stories

He's really run out of love for her, I tell myself. I start to worry if he's okay when the clock’s short hand hits 8 PM. Is he safe? Is he back home? Are there casualties? I start asking myself as if I should. Well, I need to know if my boss is okay. Heaven knows I care a lot for him more than I should. He is my boss, not just that, a Mafia boss at that , I remind myself. I drag myself upstairs making my way into my room but I meet a shocker. I see my boss sitting on the couch, drinking from a bottle of whiskey.

My mother sat beside me, her eyes fixed on her husband. “The Bratva is getting stronger. They’ve allied with the Greeks and are trying to claim our territories. They’re growing bolder every day. We’re lucky to have so much prestige and to be at a truce with the Camorra and the 'Ndrangheta, but we can’t ignore the threat the Russians pose anymore.” I nodded silently, still confused about why he had called me here for this, since, according to him, women had no business knowing about mafia affairs.

" Logan DeAngelo is a feared, ruthless and notorious mafia boss who most of the time ranked first among the most popular and richest Mafia bosses in the entire world. And he was the very first when narrowed down to Italy....... " I sighed again, trying to give Maddy a hint that I didn't care about her lame mafia story. Seriously, she has got to stop doing this. "....... Owning powers over his family's companies and numerous power plants wasn't enough. He wanted more and everything he could lay his hands on. He's rumored to be known as the second coming of the devil himself because of his cruel ways of dealing with people below him...... "

I was expecting Astor’s study to be at least sound proof but it proved me wrong when I heard his raspy voice through the thick wooden door. “You think you can handle the King family? You think you can sit at a table with syndicate bosses who kill men over a bad shipment? They’ll eat you alive in a week, and you’ll take the Giovanni name right down to the gutter with you.” A sudden, violent heat surged through my blood. My fingers curled into tight, heavy fists, my knuckles popping against the lining of my trousers. I had the urge to drive my boot through the lock, tear Astor out from behind his mahogany desk, and put my hands around his throat until he choked on his own tongue.

I interrupted firmly. Dad sighed before speaking with unmistakable relief, “Good. Your mother and I never thought that the underboss was reliable to begin with. He’s just a mid-level leader, yet so arrogant. If you didn’t know better, you’d think he was the Don.” Then, he continued, “Do you remember Julian Rossi? The mafia boss based in Florence, Italy?” My phone buzzed as he sent me a photo. The man in it was tall and striking, with sharp features and an imposing presence.

Besides, Zayne was his boss, and in the Mafia and underground business in general, the right hand men were always willing to die for the leader. He must feel indebted to Zayne for something and it was just going to piss me off to hear him go on about what an awesome person Zayne is. He would probably tell me that Zayne went through a lot and had a rough childhood and suffered trauma, and underneath all the angst and evil, he was a softie deep down. Yeah, right. I've read enough books to know that would be the answer if I asked. As if we didn't all have trauma. So, I asked him something else either because I couldn't believe Diego just said more than two words to me.

He stood aloof there, dark and extremely intimidating that radiates beastliness. He walks inside towards the kingly chair with big strides and his presence strikes fear in anyone in the room and put them into their rightful places. The Mafia Boss's hooligans make way for their Big Boss and his men went inside while heads remained bowed. Their Big Boss is seated opposite the bed where Sumire was laying weak and defenseless, looking so hot and sexy in her ruined clothes. He didn't notice her presence in the room as Sumire was now unmoved and silent, quietly dealing the drug that had slowly taken over her sanity.

Veronica yelled, feeling her options running out. "What the fu—who did she say?" the American asked. "Bullshyte," the Irishman said, standing up. So...they had heard of Nic. "Nic Andretti. I'm his girlfriend," Veronica announced, as the tables began to turn on this whole twisted deal. "The fucking mob boss?! Shit man, what the fuck did you get me into?!" the American shouted at the other man. "Keep your fucking voice down! And besides, she's lying," the Irishman said, staring at Veronica.

I wrapped my arms around his waist and hugged him tightly. "I just do not want to go. I want to stay into this heaven. I do not want to go back to the hell of that merciless devil." I replied honestly. Yes, I was afraid of him but I was more afraid of going back to America. I knew once I would be there, De Leon would cage me forever and I would never get to live for myself. I would be nothing but a slave to him. I would rather become the slave of this mafia boss instead of becoming the slave of that devil. Hearing me, he just chuckled. That made me worried if he would soon send me back or not.

I mumbled. "You wouldn't say that if you really know me," he said taking small steps towards me and I also moved steps backwards in fear. "W-who are you?" I stuttered. "I'm Theodore Black. The owner of Black Enterprise Co. and also one of the most powerful Mafia leaders in the country," he said studying my reaction. I stood there shocked and scared for myself. Why on Earth did I speak to him like that? I was sure I heard that name before but I just didn't know where and now that I know, I wish I didn't.