Novel & Cerita My Mobster Boyfriend

- he leans over, grabbing my hand with his - "when this group takes you into their fold, they refuse to be told what to do." "I've kind of noticed that, but I hate to take time away." He brings my hand up, kissing the back of it. "Let them take care of you. Let me take care of you. It's what we do." Belonging to them is overwhelming and nothing I expected when I moved here. I'd chosen this place on a whim one night, when I was trying to get out of a bad situation I was in. Witnessing your boyfriend's boss offering to make him a made man, and then realizing said boyfriend has been embezzling from the mob? It was a lot to take in.

“Maybe we shouldn't talk about my personal life, Miss Haylee. I found him nowhere and besides, he's not my boyfriend.” “Come on, girl. You don't have to be so shy about this. I saw the car he dropped you guys with. It's a freaking new model Bentley. You must be so lucky to find such a boyfriend. What does he do? Is he a CEO or a rich hire killer or….” she gasped. “A mafia? Mafias are known to be rich.” “He's not a Mafia and again, he's not my boyfriend. Can you stop calling him that? Besides, I wonder why you like spying on others through your window.”

The gangster said and chuckled. "You honestly expect me to believe that crap , a hot baddie like you like loser Blondie guys like him , you asked him to pretend to be your boyfriend right ? " The gangster muttered with a amused smirk on his face. "No I didn't! He is really my boyfriend! " Naomi yelled. "If so then kiss him " The gangster said. "W...hat?! " Naomi yelled. "Kiss him if he is truly your boyfriend or less, just give me your number and stop wasting time " The gangster said impatiently.

"You seem like a good christian girl from a humble home. So pray, because if your boyfriend doesn't come through, then you're no use to us alive, are you?" "But don't worry, ifmailing him pieces of you doesn't work, we've got backup plans." His voice dropped to a low, threatening rumble. "There's your junkie brother who's owing practically every mobster in New York, your pathetic father, and your sweet little mother in that hospital bed." He continued, "I'm sure they'll make fine replacements when we need to send a stronger message. Everyone pays eventually, one way or another."

he added. I chose not to answer him, I would rather not mention my relationship with Lie because it's our personal problem. And later, my companion said goodbye to take a bathroom first, and I agreed because she said that she would be right back. The mafia boss left was still seated, but I remained silent. “Do you have an issue with your boyfriend?” he asked calmly. “I don't want to talk about our relationship with her,” I replied formally. “Alright. Just don't affect your training and work because I noticed in your boyfriend that his behavior is not good—” the mafia boss said.

“Why do you sound so surprised? Robyn is beautiful, fun, generous, smart, and I’m glad she doesn’t sleep around. To top that, she’s never boring. She’s hot and good in bed.” She blinked, speechless. “I know he warned you to stay away from your boyfriend, but you were too in love with Antoine, who was in depth with the Belarusian mafia,” Robyn told her. “He belongs to the Russian mafia, baby.” “Whatever. They’re all bad guys.” Robyn rolled her eyes. “So what are you gonna do now? Hide here while your scumbag boyfriend is in prison? How about the baby? Have you considered what her life would be like surrounded by those criminals?”

“Talk to me. Really talk to me. What aren’t you telling me?” For a long moment, he didn’t answer. His jaw clenched, his shoulders visibly tense. Then, finally, he spoke, his voice low and gravelly. “There’s a man,” he began, each word carrying the weight of something deeply buried. “A Russian mobster. He’s not like the other ones we’ve dealt with. He’s calculated. Patient. Years ago, there was… an issue. A shipment that went south, a deal that was never resolved. He lost money, pride, and now he’s out for blood.” My breath hitched. “And he’s coming for you?”

“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.

Later, through that twist of fate, Leo got to know people from the Morretti family and became one of their collaborators. As the Underboss of the Colombo family, connecting with the Morretti family was like growing wings for him. From then on, he thrived in New York’s underground world. But Amy storms out in a fit of anger. That night, gunshots echo through the neighborhood. A stray bullet hits her, and she bleeds out on the spot. He calmly arranges her funeral, yet still keeps his promise and marries me. Soon after, my father dies in what is ruled an accident. On the day of my father’s funeral, he storms into the church with his men.