Mafia Boss Style Novels & Stories

Mia said silently as the club was starting to get filled up. I looked puzzled what did she mean by the boss world, is it because he owns a strip club, I must have said that aloud because Mia responded “Ohh wait, you don't know” she said I looked at her, still puzzled “know what” “The boss is The Ares Valentino” I still looked at her with the same expression, like girl how do you expect me to know who that is, is he a celebrity or what. She face palmed herself for the second time tonight and said “I can't believe you don't know him, he is a Mafia boss who is feared and known in the country, with a body like that of a Greek god, one I could definitely eat up….”

Lucas sneered at the young man who just laughed at his remarks when he glances at their silent companion. Luther Devmon Cromwell, the CEO of Cromwell Enterprise which was known for being the largest hotel company in the country. He is handsome, chic, and, most importantly, wealthy, all of which are characteristics of women's ideal men. But his attractive exterior conceals a dangerous persona. A Mafia boss. Mafia bosses are feared for their ruthlessness and willingness to take lives to exercise their influence while profiting from criminal activity. They typically have complete or nearly complete control over the other members of the organization.

, the older man chuckled. This made me freeze one more time. ‘His father?’ I thought to myself. I turned around to have a good look at the man in front of me. He wore black trousers with a black button-up shirt and a gray blazer accompanied by black shoes. His wrist was adorned with a gold watch and his fingers with multiple rings. He has slightly brown hair with gray hairs scattered across his scalp. His eyes were similar to Jillian’s, the same shade of blue but much softer. This is Joseph Colbert, the most feared mafia boss in Texas. He is a ruthless businessman and an even more ruthless killer.

In a dark and menacing room, a man was suspended upside down, his agonized screams reverberating as two merciless men relentlessly beat him with hot rods. Two burly figures in black shirts and trousers, each holding a rifle, stood guard at the door. A tall man, clad in a black tuxedo, strode into the room, his face etched with sullenness and eyes ablaze with fury. He was Andrew Anderson, a Mafia Boss known for his rudeness, arrogance, aggression, and ruthless dominance. The world quaked under his authority; none dared to defy him, and all lived in dread of his power.

Her eyes weren't teary but she would burst into tears at any slight of provocation. Maximo Santino was there but he stand out. Why? Because he's the Boss. Because he's the peak, because he's the Sky, because he's the lifeline of masses. The Italian Mafia Boss himself. He was dressed in his normal dressing code. A White shirt and a Black pant trouser. A complete suit but he never button up the shirt. The tops button was left undone to reveal his solid chest and makes him more sexier. He was smoking his cigar gingerly but passed it to Marco who stood behind him as Iris Drew nearer. He's breathtakingly beautiful and elegant. Captivating and alluring. As Iris drew nearer to him, she couldn't hel

She uses braces, even though her teeth are straight and perfect. She wears a dark-colored foundation on her exposed skin, to look darker than her usual fair skin tone. Her clothes are loose and ill-fitting, not at all suitable for her frame. But living between the made men is like living in the middle of the beasts. You should always be on guard. So she disguised herself as a freak. That worked and no one usually looks at her a second time. She usually blends in well with her surroundings, never garnering attention to herself. LUCA Vitiello is the Boss of the New York outfit. Since the time he became the Boss, he started to take over almost half the other outfits under his control. Now, more

I just shook my head at him and smiled a little. "Eh? What type are you Reian? I heard that the 1st Mafia Boss here is handsome...what's his name?" Brenda asked Maureen, Maureen pouted as if she was thinking deeply. "Hellion....ah yes! Hellion, I heard he is the most handsome in the whole Mafia World hehehe" They both giggled. Even I was surprised by what they said but I couldn't help but smile. They don't know me being owned by Saint after all. So I have no right to hate the male flesh of my entire system.

I feel the blood flow straight down to my dick and a few strokes later I’m painting the shower wall with long streaks of cum. Feeling refreshed and relieved, I stepped out of the shower and got dressed. I styled my hair into a messy look, threw on a red shirt, blue jeans, and my boots. To finish, I placed my gun in its proper place. As a mafia boss, I never go anywhere without it because you never know when you'll need it. Being in this position brings many unwelcome enemies. Making my way downstairs, I find Michal already up and brewing some coffee. The whole kitchen is filled with the enticing aroma of dark roast, making my mouth water.

he asked as he examined me. “No, I'm okay, thank you,” I replied politely. I didn’t want to give up on him because I didn’t know what he had in store for me. He nodded and beckoned for one of his men to come. I stared at his suit. It was screaming affluence. It was then that I remembered what the internet said when I decided to look him up. "BRYCE GILBERT BILLIONAIRE. OWNER OF THE BIGGEST CONGLOMERATE IN THE COUNTRY, ROURMED TO BE THE LEADER OF THE POWERFUL GILBERT MAFIA GANG"

Gary asked beside me. “Handle the body. I have something to do,” I said, sending him away. I was only aware of one mafia boss in the city. One that everyone somehow wants gone, dead or I turned a new leaf. It was laughable. They could try but they wouldn’t win against me. Not only did I have immunity but they would find nothing. Even if I stepped out with blood dripping down my clothes. Everyone backed away when I got close but I ignored them, eyes focused on one person and one person alone.