Mafia Boss Style Novels & Stories

Maybe I’m the one who needs to get my head checked. Zandra Franco POV I’ve spent my whole life watching Dad at work, but I never realized how much paperwork was involved with running a mafia. Nothing’s actually physical—because why on Earth would we make the mistake of leaving behind a trail for cops to follow—but the administrative duties of a Mafia Boss are honestly mind-boggling. Treaties, funds transfers, general territory management… “My head hurts,” I grumble from behind Dad’s desk. He chuckles beside me, tapping the computer screen with a patient smile. “You’ll get used to it. It’ll come easier with time. You’ll be doing all this stuff with your eyes closed before you know it.”

“Fine. But I don’t want to see him again. If he’s so damn useful, use him from the outside. Keep him out of the core. And if he ever talks—if he’s a snitch—I’ll kill you both.” “Yes, boss.” He turned to leave, then paused at the door. “Your punch’s gotten stronger.” “Of course it has. Get out of my office.” That girl was my investment. I spent billions on her. I wasn’t about to let anyone fuck that up. I picked up a document from my desk and scanned it. I had to head to the company soon, but first I called the doctor to check on the girl. The Cosa Nostra was pulling too much of my attention. Meanwhile, my work at Mason Enterprise was piling up.

The kind of woman who belonged here. Unlike me. “She’s not a threat to you,” Dominic said suddenly. I didn’t realize I’d spoken aloud until I turned and found him watching me with that unreadable expression again. “I never said I was threatened,” I lied. “You didn’t have to,” he replied. He stepped closer, slow and silent, like a predator reining in something too volatile to name. I hated how I noticed the way his black shirt clung to his chest, how his sleeves were rolled up, exposing forearms inked with symbols I’d never dared ask about. I hated the fact that part of me burned just from looking at him.

“He was at one of my clubs, drunk might I add, before saw me. He claimed that ‘Ezra D’Caprio’, in his eyes, ME, ruined everything for him alongside his wife. He started public shooting, and almost killed three girls at the club. Thankfully, the cops weren’t around the scene when we got out, and people were yet to arrive in full numbers. But I had to close down for a while. Now, I came here because if men are going to end up coming to Moscow to ruin my business, then I am going to have to deal with you.” “You’re part of the mafia, aren’t you?” “Isolated or not, it runs in our blood. I am Pakhan, or in other words, Boss bossov.” Boss of Bosses. “Or what you call a Capo dei Capi.” “Separated or

What kind of floozy was she turning into? When the movie started, she tried her best not to look over at him. Thank goodness it was so dark, so she could sneak a peek here and there. He placed his arm behind her seat and her stomach fluttered. Ah! It's not like he was a crush or something. He was a cold, calculating ruthless mob boss. Not some prom king, All-American boy that you would bring home to mom and dad. No matter how fine he was. During the movie, he never laughed or got excited. He only stared at the screen, so she couldn't tell if he liked it or not.

he whispered and pulled her up from the ground. He led her back to the room and sat her down on the bed. "I know you don't remember me so let me introduce myself. I'm Alexander Miguel soon to be the boss of the Black mafia and you are my one way ticket through that door. I'll give you one minute to completely hand yourself over to me or I'm going to start killing everyone you love, no more beating around the corner," he whispered with a serious face. Siana looked into his face trying to crack the joke behind his words but she found nothing. He was being serious. The room was quite as his vicious eyes tore through her.

- I say “I don’t understand “ - River replies “I am the heir of the Italian mafia in New York” - I say and shock hits her face like a ton of bricks. “Mafia? As in drugs, guns and money laundering?” - She asks and I nod my head “Exactly like that” - I say “But, you look so normal” - she says I laugh at her comment “Thanks, I guess” - I say “You know, when we hear Italian mafia we think of fat greasy guys eating pasta” - she says and I can’t help but smile

Massimo tossed the gun to one of his men as he began walking towards his men and wiped his hands with a white hand towel “Dump his body somewhere this will serve as a warning to those that dare go against me give money to his family” “And clean this place up it irks as fuck "Yes, Boss." Then he walked towards the exit with his other men following him. With No expression on his face, his eyes were devoid of emotions and his strong and tall body made him look like a the real mafia boss that everyone is afraid of. He has curly black hair, a pointed nose, high cheekbones, and a prominent lower jaw and chin. "Where are we heading now?" he asked his men. "To Mr Tom, Sir. The CEO of Berg pharmaceu

Antonio yanked me back instinctively, his body pressed against mine as another shot rang out, then another. There were people shouting, the guards drew weapons instantly, surrounding us in a protective formation. "Get down!" one of them yelled. Antonio was already pulling me behind a pillar, his hand firm against my back. I couldn’t see them, whoever was shooting was hiding somewhere across the street, behind parked cars or rooftops. But I knew from the chaos, from the precision of their attack, that it was planned. Antonio shouted something to Marcello over the radio, his voice cold and clipped. It was like watching him flip a switch, the warm, teasing man from earlier replaced in a blink w

It was obvious everyone was excited and startled to see the young man, but the man wasn't in the mood for all that. The young man was identified as Lorenzo Brown, who was one of the people dominating the country, and of course, he was the richest man in the country. He had power and authority, and even the government respected him. " Good evening Mr. Brown." " Hello, Mr. Brown." Lorenzo didn't even bat an eye, and he gave a curt nod to people, who greeted him. He adjusted his suit and lifted his gaze. He glanced around the cocktail party, that was happening with an indifferent face. He wasn't the type to socialize, but his coming here had a reason.