My Mobster Boyfriend Novels & Stories

"The future Don of the richest and most feared Mafia family in the whole world." She reached over and lightly tapped Lia's forehead. "And he fell in love with a girl who apologizes to chairs after bumping into them." Lia looked offended. "They have feelings too." Emma blinked. "The chairs?" Emma stared at her for another second before letting out a dramatic sigh. Lia crossed her arms. "My point is that he really likes me.” Emma laughed. Not the sweet kind of laugh a best friend was supposed to give, but the merciless laugh that screamed, Sweetheart, reality is about to hit you with a frying pan.

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

"Trust me, mia moglie, this is the only acceptable look on a newly wedded groom." A giggle rumble out of my throat, only to be swallowed by his lips on mine. Cheers surround us as he cups my face and I cover his one hand with mine. My husband is not a slow kisser. He does it intense and rough. Or is it just with me because he does not want to feel anything but the raw primal need linked to it. I will find out in a while. His one hand slides down to just above my breast. "Get a room, you two!" The voice of who I recognize to be Dante's friend Miller reaches us.

"Okay, angelo mio. Everyone is excited to see you so get some rest tomorrow is a very busy day." I smiled weakly. My engagement party was tomorrow, to a man I hardly knew. His name was Emilio Armani and he was 40, the head of the Italian mafia. A shiver ran down my spin. I had just turned 20, but this was a peace treaty that had to be honored. If it was violated in any way, they would come after me and my family.

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne