My Mobster Boyfriend Novels & Stories

“Hey, I’m pulling your leg. I’m not actually offended. I get it, you have every right to be wary. I am the son of a mob boss, after all.” I let out a chuckle, the tension between us finally dissipating. “You know,” I said a moment later, “my first impressions of you weren’t exactly glowing either.” “Oh surprise, surprise,” he said, quirking an eyebrow. “Do tell.” I grinned, remembering our initial meetings that were nothing but an emotional roller coaster for me. First, I met my fated mate. Then, he turned out to be a jackass, followed by a mobster. “Well, let’s just say I pegged you as a no-good playboy just looking for an easy score. Among other things, obviously.”

He knows. His beta obviously. I sometimes forget my boyfriend is no normal mortal. He is a werewolf. An Alpha werewolf. Ah, I think I should reframe it... My boyfriend is a gangster alpha wolf. That sounds better. "The food will burn, Zach." "Fuck!" He moved away to turn off the flame. "Shit, it's half burned. It's your fault, Thornton." "My fault?" That dark look made my stomach churn. I don't like that look.

"Congratulations." "How is that a scam?" Emma folded her arms and leaned against the bathroom door. "Lia." "Hmm?" "Let's use the little common sense God gave us." Lia narrowed her eyes immediately. "I already don't like where this conversation is going." Emma raised a finger. "The sole heir of the De Luca family." A second finger joined the first. "The son of the infamous Il Re Nero (The Dark King)." A third finger followed. "The future Don of the richest and most feared Mafia family in the whole world."

I blurted on his face, still panting for breath, " I feel like a whore, not your wife who is brought into this house to entertain you." His gaze grew intensely dark as he spat in a harsh voice, " Remember this, Little Tigress! EXCEPT YOU ONE WILL CARRY MY LAST NAME." I rolled my eyes at his comment. He was the infamous guy among all the hottest celebrities in the town. His perverted love life was no longer a secret. Besides that, I didn't expect loyalty from him. Loyalty to the wife in the Mafia was the rarest thing on earth. Only my late husband, Viktor was fucking loyal to me. It was probably because we knew each other from birth and grew up knowing that we would be marrying each other.

"Would be nice if he found someone. He's been alone too long." I dug my nails into my palm until I felt skin break. "Yeah," I managed. "That would be nice." We talked for another ten minutes. He told me about presentations and networking events and some investor who'd cornered him about cryptocurrency. I nodded in the right places, made appropriate sounds, performed the role of supportive girlfriend. When we hung up, I ran to the bathroom and threw up. --- Three days crawled by. Jamie didn't text. Didn't call. Didn't acknowledge my existence beyond that pathetic note he'd left behind.

I guess my black hai ,black eyes and six pack body with height does makes me look like a mafia but it is okay. The one who will look good as a mafia will be Elijah because he has everything which needs to be in a mafia. Even though I don't know how mafias look like not that I have seen one but he will pass off as a great and scary mafia if he has a cold look on his face. His bron hair with with steel blue eyes and his sharp features are everything which makes him good looking but approachable. I check my phone to see if I have any calls or messages and their were none except form my elder brother who says that Mick was missing me.

I knew Kelvin would be watching though. “You are Costello's nephew, right?” I asked one of the young guys. “I am, sir.” He was respectful as he should be. Just because he is a part of the crime family doesn't mean he has clout to be anything less than respectful to me and my establishment. That is how the Gambino Mob is supposed to be. You give respect, you get respect. I rejoined Kelvin and Robort, he wanted a cigarette so I told him to go ahead. I was waiting on something and when the game ended and the payout was made, a few men stood up with the purpose of leaving the table. They were done playing and would give their post to another buy in guy and I held my hand up.

"Oh, I'm sorry that I'm not pretty enough for you, is that why you left me in the cabin stranded?" I glared at him, folding my hands around my chest. "No, that's not…" "Babe, what are you doing outside?" I heard Hanna's voice from out the hallway before I saw her. "Oh, I see you've met each other." Hannah said. "You know him?" I frowned. "Yes, this is my boyfriend, Colleen and Collen, my roommate, Allison." She smiled I blinked, trying to make sense of what she'd just said. "Nice to meet you,"

I Like Boys by Todrick Hall David; I watch the code running across my screen, and above the sound of my fingers clucking and clacking furiously against the keyboard, all I can hear is my heart pounding in my ears. 80% of Dimitri’s empire has been laid bare before me. His accounts, his dummy wallets, his offshore hideouts… shipment site… everything is staring right at me, and by pulling the right strings, I can make him crumble. I need to be wise, though. Enough to cripple him, but not enough to drag the thirsty vengeance of the other Mafia families who are his strong allies. This isn't just revenge. This is justice for Sal. Justice for all that fucker out Sal through, and for dearing to lay

he said and I hit him "Rodriguez? who the fuck is Rodriguez?" The Witch asked "Oh Mrs Luna Rodriguez she remarried," he said making me hit him more "What?" She asked "Yeah she married Matteo Rodriguez richest mafia king alive," Jack said "Mafia!" The witch yelled and Jack hung up "Idiot why? I'm not married to that bastard," I said "Stop hitting me woman," he said and we started laughing When Rosy came back we spend the day having fun. After dinner, I tucked Rosy in and let her sleep.