Mafia Boss Style Novels & Stories

He must be one hell of an heir of a conglomerate to illuminate this much power by just standing without opening his mouth or doing anything at all. From his childish face, he is hiding behind a beard and glasses, wanting to look older. I can tell he is too young, even with the number of tattoos already penetrating each corner of his clothing. All black attire and half his face hidden behind a hoodie. Tattoos covering his whole body to his neck, leaving only his face with no ink visible, shouted the Mafia boss. It must be his side title to bully others. He surely is scary. He is into something dangerous. If not, then he sure as hell looks like a son of the cartel's boss.

A meeting such as that would be extremely volatile and would even be perceived as a threat. Marcus spotted the entourage of cars and he knew that he was at the right place. Where Mafia bosses gathered, there was sure to be some extravagant show of wealth. Marcus parked illegally – who cared? – and got out of the car. He buttoned up his designer suit jacket, the fact that he dealt with guns, drugs, and crime did not mean he could not dress like a gentleman. And so, he, as well as most of the top dogs of the family, spent a huge sum on wardrobe allowances.

And then—him. Cortez. He stood at the heart of it all, dark suit sculpting his body like sin made flesh, his presence magnetic, untouchable. The youngest mafia boss, son of blood and violence, wearing power like a second skin. His gaze swept the crowd with quiet dominance, every gesture calculated, every smile edged. And I walked right past him. My heels clicked against the marble, each step deliberate. I didn’t even glance his way. Instead, I let my body sway, my perfume drift, and carried myself to the bar like I belonged to no one.

If he heard it, he must not act stupid and be professional. He cleared his throat. "Where?" "Follow me," the man smiled sheepish. "By the way, call me. . .Boss," They rode the Boss's car and went into a cafe. But this cafe restaurant isn't as the typical cafe he would barge in. The moment the Boss entered, all of the people having their time stood and bowed their heads. Boss gestured them to continue what they are doing. All of the people here are all related to their Mafia activities run by fiat—the Boss.

"Is it true you are in the Mafia?" Yes baby, I am a mafia boss. She raised a head and look me from head to my toe. "Damn, you are too beautiful to be a Mafia boss" I laughed so hard at what she said What do you mean? What do mafia men look like? Here I am thinking she will be scared of me because I am a bloody killer. "I imagine mafia members and their bosses to look scary." Trust me, I may look handsome as you said but I am more cruel than you can imagine.

" Boss, Mr Williams is here to see you" a huge looking man said as he walked into the office. The office was designed according to the taste of this man seated behind the desk, dark and it gave off an aura of dominance. His boss, Nahil Gustavo was seated on his chair and had a cigarette in between his lips. He looked too young for a man of thirty years old and someone who ruled a big conglomerate and also the head of his mafia family. He looked evilly handsome in his black tailored suit and he screamed of beauty all over.

"How can you be so cruel father?! How can you ask me to use her like that?" "You're being too emotional Adrain, a mafia boss can't afford to work with his emotions. You'd have to kill both good and bad people, you'd have to do cruel things, you'd have to work without thinking twice because it's either you or them! I have taught you this so how have you forgotten it all so easily?" Bryce yelled and slammed his fists oj the table. "You've grown weak because you haven't become one of us my son but now you'll have to come onboard."

Only then did I notice that he was shirtless and only wearing a pair of black sweatpants that hung low on his waist. I sucked in a sharp breath. Unlike other mafia bosses I’d read about, he didn’t have a lot of tattoos running up and down his body. His chest was clean and boy was it toned. It was my first time seeing a man’s body this up-close and it almost had me rubbing my legs together. “Are you done staring or are you going to tell me the reason you wanted to bring down my door?” My eyes snapped to his face, my cheeks heating up in embarrassment that he caught me staring at him. I almost forgot what I wanted to say but when my mind drifted back to last night, I remembered the purpose of

He hardly ever gets a rest, and that girl still gives him a pain in the ass," he added. My pupils drew more widely. The fact that he is linked with major organizations comes as a surprise to me because all along I had the impression that he was merely a CEO and a millionaire who owns a great deal of property, assets, and businesses. After overhearing Lorenzo refer to him as his big boss, it's possible that the presence of so many robotic bodyguards was the cause for this. Everything that was strange or unsettling is beginning to make more sense now. The moment he used the phrase "big boss," it was clear that he was a member of the mafia, right? Or, if that's not the case, he could be the bos

Lily asked when she realized that this is his office here. "You should not talk aloud with that matter," he said with sincerity. She would like him if he's serious like this. He looks like Raf when he becomes this serious. "What do you mean?" "You cannot identify a gangster or a Mafia boss yet, Lily…but everyone who comes in my bar are all Mafia bosses, assassins, and gangsters. They all kill people, murderers." Is it what she is about to become? To kill and be a murderer? "About the death threats, does Aemon even know about it?" He asked and blew out a heavy breath.