Mafia Boyfriend Novels & Stories

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.

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.

He slid a necklace worth eight figures around her neck and doted on her, as if she was the center of his life. Ivy smiled like a princess as he gently wiped off the cake from the corner of her mouth. I glared at the screen so hard that my eyes stung, and I almost started crying again. The man sized me up in disdain. “Why are you staring at that? He’s a mafia boss! The woman beside him is his childhood friend. Stop dreaming about living that sort of life, you pleb!” “Happy birthday, Ivy!” On the screen, he wished Ivy a happy birthday.

After I moved into my new apartment, my neighbor, Bianca Ferraro, started showing up at my door every evening for a free meal. I lived alone and always cooked more than I needed. For the sake of keeping the peace, I did not mind sharing. That changed one workday at 3:00 am, when someone pounded on my door and yelled, "Open up! My boyfriend's waiting at the bar downstairs. Make me a cheese platter and open a bottle of red wine. I need to bring it down." I opened the door, still half-asleep, and stared at Bianca standing in the hallway. "You're serious?" She rolled her eyes. "Don't act like it's such a big deal. It won't even take you that long." My temples throbbed. "I'm not your pers