Mafia Boyfriend Novels & Stories

’ Massimo froze his body going from open and friendly to freezing ice cubes in seconds, ‘He is the Leader of the Sicilian Mafia a very dangerous man. Now tell me how do you know him?’ She had spoken in English and he replied in perfect English, ‘He was my boyfriend.’ She told him simply her eyes downcast and her shoulders slumped believing he would now return her to Dante. ‘He was you

Others just did their job diligently and minded their business. I yanked her hair back suddenly, she yelled in pain, trying to free herself from my hold. “Do you know who I am?” She whimpered, shaking her head to the side, signifying no. “I am Javier Bezzio, the current seat owner of the Italian mafia. If you don't know what that means, then you are a dead meat. Understood?” She nodded yes quickly and I released her. I laid on my back and relaxed. “Now get back to work and stop when I tell you to.”

“Give me your number.” He sent Edgar a dozen images of Milli and Charlie. “Don’t call me, don’t contact me, nothing. My dad may be a cop, but my boyfriend grew up in the mafia. We will kill you, cut you into tiny pieces, and bury you in the desert.” Then he walked away toward the church sanctuary.

I confessed, looking down at my hands. Here I was, selling out my boyfriend and love of my life. I shouldn't probably feel guilty because he brought me into this mess in the first place. He had been working for a notorious drug dealer and mafia lord, all these time and he kept it from me. I know he probably thought he was doing me a favor by not wanting me to know. He was trying not to get me involved but here I was now....in the thick of it. El Narco's money is missing, along with my boyfriend. They'd naturally come after me, since I'm the only family he's got. The both of us only have each other.

"For werewolves, a mate is something deeper than love. It's fate. Soul recognition. A pull that binds us on every level, emotional, physical, and spiritual. It's rare and very sacred." Tasha swallowed hard. "So why did you leave?" "Because I couldn't keep you safe back then," he said. "I'm not just an Alpha. I'm also the head of the American Werewolf Mafia. And at that time, I was in a brutal war with the Colombians. I needed allies. I made a deal with the Russian pack, their boss, Don Carlos, agreed to help if I married his daughter." "Penelope." He nodded. "So she's your fiancée?" Tasha asked, arms folding.

Without any other words to say, Ari uttered, "Elliot, start talking!" Elliot found it difficult at first, but he knew it was time. He then went over to the bedroom couch, where Ari followed him with her gaze. He flopped down on the sofa, heaved out a collective sigh, and decided to start talking. "I'm a mafia boss," he offers. "That seems to be the reality of the situation that I've been keeping hidden from you for so long. My underboss is Kyle, and my capo is Brit. We are part of the state's most prominent, notorious, and well-known mafia organization."

“The men at the restaurant weren’t random terrorists, Alex. They were after me.” Alex’s smirk faded slightly. “Yeah, I kind of figured that part out. What I don’t get is why.” Damien took a deep breath before sitting on the edge of the bed, rubbing his hands together. “The Cobra isn’t just some gang. They’re an international organization—dangerous, well-funded, and relentless. I used to be part of them, when my family was in great dept and I need money for my parents medication.” Alex blinked, his body stiffening slightly. “…What?”

I recognized him before the name fully formed in my mind — from Sophia's house, from the doorway, from the way Damian's entire body had changed when he'd walked in. Victor Moretti. Standing beside me at a charity gala, holding a glass of champagne, looking for all the world like a man making pleasant conversation. "Lena," he said, as though we were old friends. "We haven't been properly introduced." My heart was hammering. My face gave nothing. "I know who you are," I said.

He stood up and wanted to give her some time to herself, so he decided to leave her alone. He reached the last step and halted, "Scar, have you ever heard of the mafia?" She raised her head looking in his direction, "What about the mafia?" "Your boyfriend owns a cartel and is part of the mafia." With that, he left her alone and baffled.

My boyfriend, who was a Mafia Don and wildly in love with me, kicked me out of the family and caused my younger brother's death because of the new Consigliere. I decided to leave once and for all. "Are you sure you want to join us, Eva? Well, then it's a deal. We leave in three days." On the other end of the phone call was the agitated voice of the Carloni family's Underboss. They were the top Mafia family in the United States.