My Mobster Boyfriend Novels & Stories

I look back and feel my heart quicken at the sight of Boris standing there. "Take your hand off my wife." Boris yells at his brother. "What are you doing, Boris? Let go of your brother." I touch his arm. "And you..." the mobster holds my hand tightly "May I know what the fuck you were doing?" "I didn't do anything!" "If you're cheating on me with my brother. I'll kill you and him, you hear me?"

But inside, he rubs it though is one off-shade silver hair. “Joelle.” No, I was hoping that he was going to say that it was some stripper whom he had a one-night stand. That I can live with… But…Ya…Fuck me… The girl that I am in love with is a fucking wife of DeCarlo, the Mob Boss of the west. Can this not get any more fucked up than it is? Do I even dare to ask the question?

And all of a sudden, everything just went South. Anthony had to come back into her life. She, who had chastised her best friend, kissed her ex husband. Worse part, her current lover was not aware that she had ever set eyes on his "brother". She snorted. She sighed as she felt his hand squeeze hers. She was back into this mobster shit. She turned to look at him. His focus was mostly on the road, and the seatbelt hugged his chest. He looked so innocent. How could he be a mobster? Why would he be one?

So I opened my mouth to try and convince him to stay, but then my phone beeped. REINA: Did you know? Your boyfriend’s in the mafia. Not only is he a drug dealer and an all round criminal, he is also a murderer. Maybe after he is done helping you, he'll kill you. Who knows? He's a criminal after all. Don't you just love falling in love with the wrong people every single time? Another message came in. REINA: (picture attachment) There he is, with his brother, Owen Powers, threatening someone with his life.

She's so nosy that's why her boyfriend died because of his heroic act, then the man didn't know that her girlfriend was pregnant so the ending was more tragic. " No, the stupid one was the one who writes the unrealistic and dramatic movie. Some of the scenes were f*cking unrealistic. Not all members of the mafia are pure psychopaths. Dang, we're not that evil, " Esteban commented and he felt a kicked under the table. He looked at Baron who was trying to give him a warning look.

I nearly want to vomit because of the thought that the mafia might be after my boyfriend, here in Russia where some of the most powerful mafia families are rumoured to live. "Are you sure he's still fine? Can we really save him?" " Yeah" he says holding out his hand for me to take. I place my hand into his and he pulls me up leading me outside. "These guys aren't so quick to kill,it's all about money and power which I understand you have a lot of so they might try to make a deal with your boyfriend.Enrique is it?" "Yeah. You have a good memory." "Well it's hard to forget when it was what made me take notice of you." he says with a slight chuckle. "You were practically screaming at the poor

FOR THE NEXT THREE WEEKS , life settled into a normal pattern, or as normal as one could expect when you were a mobster's girlfriend. Yes, girlfriend. I had convinced myself that Fausto was my boyfriend, because that was preferable to the real situation, that I was his lover. Everyone knew the truth, however. The only person I was fooling was myself.

He was acting casual. We were sitting on the couch while the tv was playing in the background. Although the movie from netflix was random, I was engrossed. On the other hand, the mafia king was not. He was staring at me from the other edge of the couch and it was creeping me out. “How did your boyfriend die?” Ah, so this was what’s going on in his mind. “He’s not my boyfriend.” I corrected nonchalantly while taking a bite with my pizza. I focused back on watching the movie.

I hated how my chest tightened each time. “Maybe he’s not that into you,” Grace offered bluntly over brunch. “Or,” Nina interjected, “maybe he’s into… crime.” Cherise gasped dramatically. “Mafia boyfriend. I support this.” I glared. “He’s not mafia.” “He has mafia cheekbones,” Nina whispered. Unfortunately… she wasn’t wrong. I stirred my coffee, pretending it was reasonable to dissect a man’s criminal potential over pastries. “He’s just busy,” I said.

But she never thought that day would be today. She gathered herself and slowly stood up to her feet. Matteo ignored her, while Fredrick is too scared to care about his girlfriend. The California mob boss is in his late fourties. He is a little fat and tall and struggles to stay fit. His hawk like nose is the first thing that everyone notice about him. He is fair and has plump cheeks.