Mafia Boyfriend Novels & Stories

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

"I want you Arson." "No." He remained silent but slowly let go of up, i held him back. "We have to leave." "Be my boyfriend." "Are you for real, we are in a life and death situation Giovanni, damn it." I cursed through gritted teeth, but he just stared at me, i sighed. "Am just your plaything, you already said it, you can use me any how you want." "I don't want that." "Okay fine, i will be your boyfriend." I agreed because he was sulking and acting like a child, is this still the highly feared Mafia don people talked about.

"What are you t-talking about?" "Your little boyfriend is in the mafia . He has killed families and stole money from your father. I ran a little background check on him but I guess you didn't know that now did you ?" She smirks as Lia felt her self stiffened. "That is why this marriage must happen ." Lia felt the tears coming and she covered her mouth as thought she was about to throw up. "N... no Ace wouldn't do that .He would never d-do that." She was now sobbing and Damien looked at her as if she was child , which she was .

"What? A powerful, brooding mafia boss trying to win your trust? That’s something straight out of a romance novel.” Amelia shook her head with a small laugh. "I can hear you even laughing — my fucking goodness, you're gone totally." Mia chuckled. "It's not as if he is going to hurt you. You understand the scenario better than me because you are the one living in it, and before this, you know he has been making his advances towards you. You are not a child, Amelia so suck it up. A Mafia don here in Italy is interested in my best friend. While I am scared, I am also excited."

He replies, and my heart stops in my chest. “Wh…what!?” I demand in alarm and he chuckles. “You heard me. Fuck. Her.” He repeats, and I gulp as I look at him. “Or I fuck you… You choose.” He adds, and I feel everything inside me go rigid. **** Enjoying the story? Enjoying your read? Please… please… pleaseeee leave a review. How will others know this book is worth it if there aren't reviews that prove so😭 I'm pouring my heart into this. Help me get The Mafia’s Boy Toy up the charts where it belongs. Go to the book’s info page and leave a review. Just one review from you and I'll be skipping to all my lectures today😭

I left using the window again and I wasn't surprised to see Damian waiting for me with a beautiful girl beside him, never mind it's just Rachelle. She rushed to my side holding my hand, "Can I see her today? I can help I don't have a shift at the hospital today" She rasped and Damian exhaled. I know he didn't have a choice but to bring her here, "Can I trust you?" I asked and she frowned. "Oh please I knew you were mafia since the first day we left, your wife isn't open about it but she made it clear you are dangerous. I never said a word then it's none of my business and I just want to see my friend" She said.

"No! How can I just climb on your back? Moreover, there's an injury on your arm." JK yells, "Just shut up and do as I say!" "No, I won't! Why are you showing me mercy now?" "I have never seen a stubborn girl like you." Grabbing her hand forcefully, he makes her lean on his back. "This man, seriously! How long are you going to force me? Will you ever let me live peacefully? When will you stop all this?" "When you love me more than I do." "I'll never fall for you." "You won't have to do it, baby. It will happen automatically. Just wait and see." "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Walk as soon as possible; I'm so hungry." "It's high time to learn how to control your hunger." "Yah, I've never seen a stupid

he added. I chose not to answer him, I would rather not mention my relationship with Lie because it's our personal problem. And later, my companion said goodbye to take a bathroom first, and I agreed because she said that she would be right back. The mafia boss left was still seated, but I remained silent. “Do you have an issue with your boyfriend?” he asked calmly. “I don't want to talk about our relationship with her,” I replied formally. “Alright. Just don't affect your training and work because I noticed in your boyfriend that his behavior is not good—” the mafia boss said.

“But I have other aspirations in life. Becoming a mafia wife was never part of my plan.” “Watch your words when you speak of my son,” Mirella warned without looking at her, her attention fixed on the painting as if each word she spoke was just another stroke of the brush. “Dante isn’t just a simple mafioso, as you say. He is the leader of the ’Ndrangheta. The mere mention of the Bellandi name makes lesser men tremble. Don’t get it twisted, girl.” Her tone was soft, but every syllable carried a sharp edge—a reminder that Svetlana was a foreigner in a world that didn’t belong to her.

I hated how my chest tightened each time. “Maybe he’s not that into you,” Grace offered bluntly over brunch. “Or,” Nina interjected, “maybe he’s into… crime.” Cherise gasped dramatically. “Mafia boyfriend. I support this.” I glared. “He’s not mafia.” “He has mafia cheekbones,” Nina whispered. Unfortunately… she wasn’t wrong. I stirred my coffee, pretending it was reasonable to dissect a man’s criminal potential over pastries. “He’s just busy,” I said.