Mobster Couple Novels & Stories

De Luca, I didn't expect to hear from you so soon. - Miss Scott, my sincere apologies. We have already recovered your merchandise and transferred the money to our account. We will deliver it to you tomorrow at the same time and place. I intend to do the service myself. I was ready to do it today, but I'm supporting my baby sister. She has just lost Tobi, her eldest son, in an unfortunate accident that killed him and two of his friends. Ohhhh Tobias was dead, as were the other two unfortunate people who had nothing to do with the matter. Tobias must not have died a clean death, as the money was with De Luca.

She just watched him, her throat tight, her emotions in turmoil. The silence was broken by the buzz of her phone. It was on the nightstand—she picked it up without thinking, and when she saw the name on the screen, her blood ran cold. Unknown number. She opened the message. There was a photo. Of her entering the clinic with Stefan by her side, holding hands. And right below, a message: "So now you're someone's whore. Not with me—but with him. How disappointing, kitty. Do you know how many things I could say about him? Want everyone to know who he is? How about I report him to the authorities? Come see me tonight—or I expose your mafia boyfriend."

At nine in the morning, I prepared coffee in the kitchen in a calm way so as not to wake Leonor, I left her a note and a rose on the table next to the bottle, and leaves towards the bankrupt company that consumed me: - Mister Juice. - The rude voice of a man calling me made me turn around. He was one of the mobster partners we had. - Hard, it's good to see you. - I still smell the alcohol of those who tried to forget that they are going bankrupt. – he told me in a sarcastic tone with his hands in his pockets. Hated the way he was intimidating. - How... how do you know about? I was going to tell you... - was at the party yesterday, I found out together with his wife. I have a proposal... this

I stood up from my chair, "What the fuck?" He sighed, "Calm down, Sunshine. Listen to me first." I took my seat and narrowed my eyes at him, "You have five minutes to explain." "Mob bosses are known to be possessive over their wives. They don't shy away from showing their love for them. We need to carry on this act. I need to touch you or kiss you in front of others and even in private so that no one ever gets suspicious over our acting." I gave him a blank face before opening my mouth,

“Her brother. Well, adoptive brother. Her parents took him in when she was really little. He’s trouble. He’s the top mobster in Boston now. Every gang and mafia group on the East Coast wants him dead. He probably won’t live long.” The Monster was a mobster which was not a surprise but now he hada name, a story, a background. Things were about to get very messy.

His skin is unexpectedly smooth. “The flower shop?!” I exclaim. Alex grins from ear to ear. I should have guessed! That is not a very common name around here: “I Fiori di Vittorio” the front for Vittorio Ricci’s dirty mafia gang. They have flower shops all over town and in other parts of the country too, which probably cover all of their illegal operations. Those employees in suits are not florists, they are mobsters! I’ll never set a foot in those shops ever again.

" Isn't it enough for everyone to know that he keeps a cheap lover inside his house, does he still want to take her inside the cosa nostra? That would sound like an offense to Trina and her family ____" I have nothing more to do with trina and I don't care what they say, Amy will go with me and that's it. ___ son you lost your mind can only ___ " you are undermining our family with this brazen behavior . Victor said ___" shut up Victor my conversation here is with my mother.. __ " I do NOT need your permission to speak, who do you think you are? __"you forget Victor that I am Diablo the most dangerous mafia boss in this country, I can do anything ..

“Leo keeps his word,” Susan scoffed, “Oh sure he does. He threatened to hurt you if you didn't return his money in two weeks and sure enough, he did. Of course he keeps his word. I see why you have such faith in him,” she added sarcastically. “And what exactly are you ‘working on’ this time around? Are you going to borrow money from yet another mob boss or are you going to make another bad investment?”

She asks without understanding. What are they to me? Lovers? Companions? Our relationship has no name, they are mine and I am theirs. " Tone? "I look at her. " They, whom I speak. It's my husbands. They're going to find me and they're going to kill this shitty bastard. I'm sure of that. " Why are you sure? "Cris speaks to me for the first time. " Because they are mob leadersRussian. "They look at me in surprise.

I try to get up from the table, but the mobster stops me. “I need you in this business, love—espabilo—, Erick, I need you to arm some bombs for Gian Lucas's whorehouse; love, you will be my bait, I need you to seduce the new boss in charge of the place. Italian asshole stole my merchandise and I want it back.” He wants to bring down the night club with them inside. Damn son of a bitch! ********