Mafia Boss Style Novels & Stories

the boss screamed at the top of his lungs. Great, so his name is Hayden. Not only have I never met my husband-to-be before, I didn’t even know his name. I also haven’t seen a photo of him and so I didn’t know what he looked like. Not that I was interested. If I had no choice but to marry him anyways, what difference does it make whether he’s as handsome as a prince or as ugly as a beast. The boss turned around and started waving his gun at the rows upon rows upon rows of men dressed head to toe in back suits, the standard uniform of the mafia it seems.

The other English man with black hair uttered. Roberto exchanged looks with Elio, and Elio grinned. “Yes. He is here already.” He pointed to Roberto, and Roberto looked at the white men. “Say something, Roberto,” Elio added, and he nodded. “I am Roberto Galante, the son of Giovanni Galante,” Roberto uttered, feeling so proud of himself. “He is the head of the Mafia in Italy, it has always been in the family since day zero.” Elio butted in, and Roberto smiled faintly.

I can't believe the so-called one of the notorious gang bosses is wearing such a cute onesie in front of his comrade. He glance at me and said in a calm tone, " Laugh if you wanna laugh. I love this onesie! What's wrong with it? Do you mean mafia bosses like me can't wear onesies? That's just ridiculous." With his approval, I let my laugh out to the point that I dropped on the floor. Crouching while holding my stomach as some tears escape. " Is it that funny?" he sighs as he sits down while taking his phone and charging it on the nightstand. "It is! it's so hilarious that I can still laugh if this scene pops up in my brain tomorrow. Gosh! I can't believe all the mafia and crime novels I read

Even the dark night sky couldn’t conceal the taunting smirk on his face. He could pass for a company executive in his all-black suit ensemble. His piercing grey eyes -that had done nothing but mock and glare at me since we met- contrasted with the stoic look on his face. The way part of his dark brown hair fell onto his chiseled face made him look like the type of guy that made good guys insecure. Not that I was admiring him- it was just how he looked. He was a mafia boss and a devil- nothing more than that.

There was another car parked in the driveway, a sleek black car. Sophia stared at me almost the same time I took a glance at her for clarification. Her eyes narrowed at the vehicle. “Let’s get down” she said We got down almost the same time. The owner of the vehicle did too, it was not a face I had seen before. He looked a little bit corporate but his physique screamed otherwise; dark shades, extremely broad shoulders like that of a body guard. “Sapphire and Sophia Giovani?” He asked almost immediately with a smooth tone like he had rehearsed it on his way here.

"What don't I understand? Believe me I understand everything." "I've come to realize you didn't know...he never mentioned it, did he? Aiden is a Mafia boss. And if you saw him killing someone or people, just know they're people who had tried to harm you." This didn't make me feel better in the least. I felt worse! I married a Mafia boss with enemies waiting for the right moment to kill me. Like what did I ever do to them? Why can't this just right for once In my life? I won't be surprised to discover he killed his own parents because right now, everything is possible.

The most dangerous mafia boss in the entire underground world—Zayn Kinsley. The gang leader quickly dropped his weapon and stepped forward, bowing slightly, trying to mask the fear in his voice. “Boss Zayn,” he said, with a forced smile, “I wasn’t expecting such a powerful guest. If I knew you were coming, I would have prepared something worthy of you—wine, women, whatever you want. This is... this is an honor.” Zayn didn’t respond. He just kept smoking, his gaze fixed on the trembling man before him. His silence was loud and deadly. Zayn finally spoke, his voice deep and slow.

When he finally steps into the light, it takes all my strength not to let my jaw hit the floor. He’s gorgeous. Handsome. Painfully so. His black hair is peppered with streaks of grey at the temples, and his dark eyes are cold like a shark’s. There’s a rigidity about him I can’t help but admire. It’s not an awkward stiffness—more like the beautiful and purposeful cuts of a fine marble statue. His presence seems to suck out all the air in the room, his authority is silent, undeniable — and dangerous. I know a killer when I see one. Growing up in the Russo Mafia Family has taught me to recognize the signs. While my family tries not to get their hands dirty, many of our men do. Deals gone wrong.

ANDRETTI 'what do you mean the shipment has been detained?' Andretti Agnello the most feared Mafia boss in Sicily roared, his baritone voice resounding as he faced one of his soldiers, soldiers were the lowest ranking members of the mafia, they take care of the dirtiest liitle jobs. Andreo was his most trusted soldier, he was raised among the Agnello children as their play mate. 'i just got the call now boss, apparently our man was not at the wharf and the custom officers there discovered the shipment ' Andreo answered with his head bowed, he dared not look into the boss's eyes.

“-This isn’t about images-!” “-This is the fucking Mafia!” Sofia retaliated. “This isn’t some corporate business, nor is it some fucking trash book that you think you can get away with this shit! This is a Mafia, you are a Regnante and a Romanov and in the Mafia, it is all about the image you put up. You can have one of strength, of diplomacy, of pride, or you can have an image of internal strife. But in the end, the Mafia Boss must do something to ensure the safety of all those hundred under him, even if he has to sacrifice his own brother,” “What’s your point?” Marco crossed his arms over his chest, his jaw clenching. “Salvatore would never hurt me,”