My Mobster Boyfriend Novels & Stories

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.

I came soon enough into his mouth and he licked me clean, lapping all my juices with as much care as I could handle. He moved higher, kissing everywhere, my belly button, my stomach, my breasts, my erect nipples and higher.. Until our lips met. I felt a rush, then. Eron was never careful. He was Eron, the dangerous mafia boss who showed no mercy and killed without second thought. How was he here now? Loving me? He pulled away slowly, looking almost impatient. I laughed. "You don't have to do all this, you know. I'm okay with the um, the usual. I'm.. good." I said and he rolled his eyes.

She told them. “Well, I can. It must be Tom, in fact I’m sure it’s Tom.” He told them. “And who in blazes is Tom?” Bruce asked. “Liza’s boyfriend. You see, Liza is my employee and there was a time I witnessed her boyfriend’s brutality.” Briefly he explained the incident he witnessed at Oriental hotel to them. “So you see, from what Suzanne said, I have every conviction this evil was from her boyfriend.” He told them. And just at that moment, Suzanne gave a small shout and they all turned to look at her.

She supported him, as she also does. "Hmm! Do I remind you that Corey is a Mafia?". I refreshed her memory but that didn't seem to mean anything, as she retorted, " So? I don't care, as long as he loves me and we are both happy, his job shouldn't matter to you". My friend gave me such weird advice. It's no longer hidden that my friend is and will always be a die-hard fan of my husband, Corey can do nothing evil in her eyes, it's either he didn't at fault or I tend to take suck up eallof the blame.

"He's my boyfriend, and his name is Giovanni fucking Marino. Not 'this bastard' or 'this demon.' He's here with me to pay our respects to my mother, something she didn't deserve. So I won't appreciate any disrespect towards him. I'm not here to discuss about him or his family, or my relationship with him because it is none of your fucking business." "Boyfriend?" My father scoffed, wincing as he rubbed his shoulder. I felt a pang of recognition when I realized he must be feeling pain from the old bullet wound he'd sustained from one of the Marino brothers years ago. If I felt sorry for that wound, I didn't show it. "Being a disgusting cock sucker isn't enough?" He sneered, grinding his teeth.

“The men at the restaurant weren’t random terrorists, Alex. They were after me.” Alex’s smirk faded slightly. “Yeah, I kind of figured that part out. What I don’t get is why.” Damien took a deep breath before sitting on the edge of the bed, rubbing his hands together. “The Cobra isn’t just some gang. They’re an international organization—dangerous, well-funded, and relentless. I used to be part of them, when my family was in great dept and I need money for my parents medication.” Alex blinked, his body stiffening slightly. “…What?”

"Just kidding! You don't take jokes well. Eat up so you can put some meat on those bones." I raised an eyebrow. "Do you honestly expect me to enjoy my meal with you right in front of me?" I retorted. He leaned in. "Quite the sharp tongue you got there, huh?" "If you know, then leave," I retorted and resumed eating. This guy is disrupting my meal. I knew it; he'd just tease me. He and Luigi are so different from each other. Unlike him, Luigi is serious and hardly cracks a smile. I've probably seen him smile only twice in the weeks I've been staying here. How on earth did they become friends with such opposite personalities?

“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?”

His means were violently cruel. "He loves beautiful blonde women. Quinn, you'll save me, won't you?" A thunderclap exploded in my mind. The fragile hope I was clinging to crashed and shattered. Jackson Grant. It really was him. The little bodyguard who once ran across half of New York just because I craved a Napoleon pastry. The ex-boyfriend I slapped in public, humiliated like a dog, and abandoned without mercy. Now, my current boyfriend was actually going to sell me to this newly risen Godfather who hated me with a passion.

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,