Mafia Boss Style Novels & Stories

Obsessed. That was the word I had used, and it was truer than I had admitted even to myself. I was obsessed with her. Not just with her beauty, though that alone would have been enough to drive any man mad. Those icy grey eyes, that raven-black hair, the way she looked at me. It was the way she looked at me. Most people, when they looked at Alfredo De El, saw the mafia boss. The heir to an empire of blood. The man who had ordered deaths and ruined lives. They saw power, yes, but also danger. They saw someone to fear, to respect, to avoid.

Probably, get caught or defeated by the rival drug house, and then, she would get her freedom and leave the house without trying to rack her brain to create an escape plan. She shut her eyes and slowly gave in to the tiredness overwhelming her. It's been a long day. In no time, her mouth fell open and little snores escaped her lips. Fabian walked into his room and quickly pulled off his clothes. The business transaction with a client almost went rough but thank goodness they were alert and had fought back immediately, ending the business in a blood bath. He dropped his gun in his closet and went into the shower. All his life has been filled with danger. He was made the Mafia boss when he was

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 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.

It smelled delicious. He was in his sweats, his torso was left bare. I could see his well-defined abs and chest. His muscles flexed deliciously with every movement he makes. He looked handsome in a refined way. He looked like a mystical being, so radiant, graceful, and well mannered but he was such a tease. Jedrick on the other hand was handsome in a rugged way. He had this dark and mysterious aura around him. He was a mafia boss but his actions were so elegant as if he was some high-born being. Yet, his decisions indulged gory in people's life.

My jaw throbbed from where someone had knocked it out of line earlier. But I didn’t make a sound. Because standing in front of me—dressed in all black, hands in leather gloves, and a gaze as dead as the grave—was him. Benedetto Morreti. The Mafia Boss of The Black Empire. The man who raised me, broke me, and rebuilt me as his weapon. He didn’t speak at first. Just stared. His salt-and-pepper hair was slicked back with precision, his dark eyes scanning me with that same cold detachment he used on corpses and bank ledgers alike. He looked more like a priest than a kingpin. But I knew better.

Even Rona doesn't know him or any of us know about the real personality of our boss. All I know is that he is a mafia boss. I don't need to find out what his profession in life is because it is obvious from the huge bodies of his bodyguards outside that he is not just any ordinary billionaire. It's not possible that he just thought of building this kind of business and recruited women to serve him just because he wanted to. I've seen a lot of movies like this and their mafia bosses are often handsome and handsome. So sometimes it makes me think too. Is he as handsome and cool as the ones I see on television?

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.

The most powerful, most ruthless man the mafia world has ever seen so far. He killed the previous boss of these Islands under a minute before taking his place as 'The Boss'. No one knows how he looks and who he is. He prefers to keep it that way. With his short hairstyle in the sides and the back, but long hair near the front, Sharp nose, a well maintained short and hot beard, and simple clothes to match, he looked stylish and trendy. No one would even think that he is the most feared Mafia boss of Nividea, scarier than anyone in the history so far, not even his mentor Luca Vitiello can compare to how cunning and cold hearted this young man is. His two brothers are much better when compared

"Don't worry, you'll have your taste of revenge later. The Big Boss had no interest in any women. He is here for pure business, nothing else. Even if you throw him a bunch of naked women, he will not take interest in any of them." The Mafia boss said assuredly and glance at the maiden who was now start twitching and eyes were tightly closed. By then, the massive door of the room opened and there appeared an incredibly striking tall well-built man oozing an aura of unreality and mystery that anyone in the room bowed altogether in submission. The feared Mafia Lord of all, known for his appalling carnage and desire for bloodshed who annihilated his enemy from the surface in just one flick of hi