Mafia Boss Style Novels & Stories

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.

the guy said "A mafia farewell," Dad said "Yes since Matteo is the head of the Spanish mafia and you are the head of the Italian Mafia Rosemary will get a mafia farewell. It's where all the mafia leaders and their families come. We haven't done it in a while but I think today we all need this," the guy said I looked around to see many mafia leaders standing near their cars and many guards around all of them "Thank you," I said and everyone nodded their heads "We also set up a parameter so that the media will not be heard or seen while we bury the mafia princess," the guy said

“What mafia boss smiles that much? Don’t they get into fights and kill people? Knight is too nice for that.” Jean burst into laughter. “Girl, he is only nice to you,” he said, still laughing. “Okay, maybe a bit to us too because we’re like your family—but have you seen how he looks when talking to others? Very scary and mafia-like,” he added, and I could practically taste the mockery in his tone. “Ha ha, very funny,” I said, leaning into the couch. “If he really is a mafia boss, then you’re the first person I’ll order a hit on,” I muttered, brows raised.

“Says someone who was fantasizing about a mafia don.” Jane blinked rapidly. “Mafia don?!” Carla shrugged. “Mafia don, mafia lord—whichever you call it,” she grunted, tapping her phone. “Why isn’t Inspector Rosaline picking up?” “Hey, Carla, look at me. You mean he’s a mafia?” Carla nodded. “Couldn’t you tell? From the way he talks, the tattoo, the gun? Who else carries a gun and stares people down without fear?” Jane scrunched her face. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner? Oh my God, you just made me miss my soulmate.” She glared at Carla.

"Is that so? Tell me, Claire. Have you had an encounter with a mafia boss before?" "Well..." She shrugged. "Not really. But I've read books." I frowned. "Books?" She peeked at me from under her lashes and sighed. "I know it sounds stupid, but believe me, I've read a lot of books about mafia dons. And trust me, you don't look like one. No offense." "None taken." I chuckled. "But tell me, how do they look in the books you read?" She fiddled with her hands for a moment before answering. "Well, they're mostly Italian or Russian. They're dark and mysterious. They're always with a gun. They have several women..."

Not that her boss really gave her much of a choice. The men left her alone to change into her new outfit. It won't be proper for her to wear a suit anymore, and the conservative old mafia men would question Massimo's taste and, by extension, his capability to lead. So to keep her boss's image in one piece, Elena needed to be dressed like any other mafia woman. Massimo had decided his doctor would wear a simple black dress and red high heels: very fitting for a mafia woman and completely impossible for Elena to work in. Which, Elena supposed, just made it fit the stereotype even more.

I had heard a lot about him, but only few had the opportunity to see what he looked like, I guess I had now joined the few, and while I had been here, knowing fully well it was his home and base, It had never crossed my mind that I might end up meeting with him, but now that I did, I studied him more, his look was nothing compared to what he'd been described as on the streets. On the streets, he was regarded as a merciless, cold-blooded murdering mafia boss who dealt in all sorts of illegal activities, from smuggling to money laundering to the sale of hard drugs and some even rumored that he murdered people who stood in his way, but the man here, the man before me looked nothing of the descr

Jianan grinned "It's about time you came back to your senses. Since when does the prince of the mafia world bow before any commoner?" "Not now and not ever." I pushed the briefcases off the table "Let's give this wannabe boss a taste of what a real mafia is like. Do what you must to take him down but I want the girl back and safe." "I'll get my men to work under your bosses and we'll help." Damanico smiled "If you don't mind joining our mafias." "Not at all." I held out my hand to him and he walked over to me "Let's be the alias our families once were."