Massimo Mancini Novels & Stories

Max asked, turning his head to face me. "Anthonio Mancini. CEO of Mancini Company. It's a small company that is known for scamming people and selling shitty products. He has been on my ass since forever. I'm not surprised he decided to finally make a move. His company has been struggling, and he has been making desperate attempts to get some money. Ripping people of their hard earned money." "Not for long." Massimo said with a smirk on his face. The glimmer in his eyes at the thought of killing was like that of a child who was promised candy. He was a cold-blooded murderer.

JILLIAN My body is shaking a bit while my hand is forming a fist as he walks towards me holding the woman by the waist. So, it is how he holds a woman he likes. The woman smiled at me and I’m forced to reciprocate that smile though I’m so broken. I’m jealous. “Jillian, she is Carina, my woman,” Angelo spoke. My world felt like it stopped spinning. I can’t believe what he just said. I forced to maintain my composed self and act as normal as possible.

Her eyes weren't teary but she would burst into tears at any slight of provocation. Maximo Santino was there but he stand out. Why? Because he's the Boss. Because he's the peak, because he's the Sky, because he's the lifeline of masses. The Italian Mafia Boss himself. He was dressed in his normal dressing code. A White shirt and a Black pant trouser. A complete suit but he never button up the shirt. The tops button was left undone to reveal his solid chest and makes him more sexier. He was smoking his cigar gingerly but passed it to Marco who stood behind him as Iris Drew nearer. He's breathtakingly beautiful and elegant. Captivating and alluring. As Iris drew nearer to him, she couldn't hel

He smiles. Greco Mancini is a sixty-five years old Sicilian Patrician of Sicily, Italy; word has it that he doesn't only handle clean money but also dirty money. He's a scary man, but right here and now, the dangerous man looks clean and excited about his son's arrival after five years.

Alessandro spoke in my ear then walked away with his bodyguards. I never needed bodyguards I could do everything by myself plus I knew if I had a bodyguard I would be tempted to piss him off and he would shoot me probably something like that. While Alessandro was gone, doing God knows what, I had a drink, maybe like eight shots. I was so fucked up right now and needed some fun. "Hey beautiful gimme me a dance" A man with a deep Italian accent said coming up to the bar eyeing me up and down.

A tall and fit looking man followed her behind and I deduced he was probably her body guard. "Hey baby!" She flung herself onto Manuel's body and then, did he finally look at me. I only hoped I didn't look as sad as I felt. He pulled his eyes away from me almost immediately, and smiled at the woman in his arms. His fiancee. Her bodyguard calmly walked up to me and introduced himself. "Hello ma'am." "Hello." "I'm Massimo. I work for the Don. So sorry about the mix up." For him to have referred to Manuel as 'the don' in my presence, then it only meant he was aware I knew they were mafians. And he wasn't her bodyguard after all.

Massimo stared at the phone screen till it went off, then he stood and grabbed his coat, leaving the office. His drive to the club was faster than he expected. He drove himself. He entered easily, the blast of music and noise making his ears sting. He hates it madly...the noise. He's used to his office quietness, so this ain't cool, but for the sake of her, he delved deeper. He has always had an eye for this exact girl, but seeing how she always looked at Niccolo has been keeping him away, but now that Niccolo said she's unimportant, a try is allowed.

I rolled my eyes as I adjusted myself back on the seat. “What are you?” I demanded. “I’m a man.” “Karl.” He grinned. “Okay, okay.” He sighed and leaned back. “I’m just… a right-hand man.” “That is the vaguest job description in history.” “I work with the mafia, love.” Silence stretched between us. My head was just blank. He turned to face me. “Massimo is a mafia boss. I’m his right-hand man.” The words came out way too casually. Like he’d just said he works in accounting. My mouth hung open. My brain rebooted twice. Oh my goodness.

His high cheekbones surrounded his perfect nose and plump lips. He was clean shaven with a dimpled chin. His hair was short, black, and wavy. He greeted us in what I guessed was an Italian accent. He licked his lips and with an air of arrogance. He slowly opened his robe and threw it over a nearby stool. The small class of mostly middle aged women whistled, clapped, stomped their feet, and cheered at the majestic sight. Massimo was hung like a horse- a big, young stallion. He stood with his hands on his waist showcasing his magnificent manhood, giving us a much needed chance to admire his glorious form.

He needed to find out who was behind this and make them pay. Antonio and Leonardo helped with the Mancini business. Most important matters were left for Alessandro. They attended one meeting after another, informing investors that Mr. Mancini was still in the hospital and would soon resume work. Alessandro was so grateful for his loyal employees that he decided to give them a salary raise as soon as he got out of the hospital.