Mafia X Male Reader Novels & Stories

“I am part of Mafia. I am the right hand of the Mafia Kingpin Xander Benson. I am his cousin but he is more like a brother and my life is fraught with violence and dangers you can’t even imagine. I am so sorry for telling you all this so late but I want to give you a choice. I want you to be fully aware of everything before making a decision of choosing a life like this” My head started spinning. I felt like the yacht was suddenly swaying from side to side and that everything was going to tip over. Or was it just me? Mr. Barlow and Mafia! What exactly did that mean? What did he mean by Mafia? From what I knew Mafia were people who were into all sorts of illegal activities and killed people r

Third Person Pov: Thomas Allen is one of the most ruthless leaders in the mafia gang Hayden Wren heads. Its known as 'Python'. Recently, there's been a fued between the two, hence; Thomas moved to Dubai. The members of the gang thought things would dissolve over time... but it didn't. Communication seized between the two for the past two years. Now, Thomas is back to set things right.

Thank you to everyone who has read it. I'm glad so many of you have enjoyed the story. Book two in the Mafia series begins after this point. Sick For Them It is a dark mafia romance. It is not the typical BXG and is MMMF romance. This story is one in which she is kidnapped, and the mafia saves her, and falls in love with her.

Hideous asked, which made Kyle and Keisley look at each other and wait for George's answer. George took a moment to gather his thoughts before responding to Hideous's question. He nodded his head. "Yes," he admitted, his voice steady, and he did not even have a hint of hesitation. Well, Sherly trusts them and does him. "I am part of the mafia, but I'm not the boss. The boss is my best friend, and I serve as his second in command." Second in command? Isn't it still considered a boss? There's only one person above him; it's the real owner of the mafia. Then now, he is telling them that he isn't the boss?

Arsenio guessed that the man who greeted him was someone who had a big influence in the dark world. "I guess, you are Arsenio?" continued the man while pointing his index finger, while the other hand was in his pants pocket. Arsenio squinted his eyes. Noticing the man from head to toe. Thing! The notification screen appeared right in front of him. [DATA] [Name: Walmond Guan.] [Pseudonym: X One] [Age: 57 years old.] [Race: Human.] [Level: Mafia Boss.] [Action Points: 5000]

"Bring him back to life and what? Introduce him to who you are? A ruthless mafia? A man who owns a network of people who speak and walk DEATH. What would you do to him? Talk to him about all beautiful butterflies and flowers just to shove the thorns of reality down his throat. No way. I am not gonna let you close with my baby brother. I might have made a mistake, but he is my baby brother. I won’t let him face your world. I won’t let him see the actual face of the man standing. No way am gonna allow you to enter his life". Jeffery spat in anger. He was true. He wasn’t lying. Lucas knew all this. He was the fucking Mafia Boss. He had built his kingdom from scratches and ruled the underworld f

"I didn't tell you all of this so you would feel sorry for her. I wanted to open your eyes to the fact that Dante Luciano is a lunatic. "His repentance and revenge are meaningless. The damage has been done. Your Padre won't come back to life, and your wounds won't disappear." "I know," I muttered. "No, you don't," Uncle Marco retorted, shaking his head. "You grew up with him, and you still think of him as the young boy who will bandage your wounds when you're injured. That boy died a long time ago, Lina. "The man you're up against is the Don of a mafia family. His hands are steeped in blood, and he's stubborn to a fault."

I had a greater chance of flying to the moon than making this work. The last memory I had of him floated in my mind. He stood outside the elevator in his black boxers, his muscled chest heaving with rage. Everything about him was sexy, from his narrow hips to his muscular thighs. He looked at me like I was the biggest pain in the ass—but he was still sexy. Such a damn pig. I’d had my fair share of playboys and assholes, but Cato Marino was a whole new level. The man thought he was God.

"Are you hideously disfigured? Insecure? Are you an infamous criminal? In the mafia?!" Xav froze for a second, then a low, quiet rumble of laughter escaped his chest. He took two steps closer to the couch, reached down, and gently pinched both of my cheeks, shaking them back and forth just enough to make me wince. "You read way too much fiction, Marissa," Xav murmured, a distinct trace of amusement lacing his deep voice as he let go of my face. "I am not a mob boss, nor am I on the run from the law."

There were very few men who were privy to enough information about my empire to try and pull something like this, and of those, fewer still who would dare try. I stared at Giovanni for a few more seconds. “Why did you help me?” His lips twitched. “Because if your empire falls, mine will be the next to go.” He expected me to believe me, and while part of me did, no mafia boss threw away his reputation for a rival without having something more to gain. I didn't trust him. Not really. There was a part of the story missing. “So,” I said quietly. “What do you want in return?”