My Mobster Boyfriend Novels & Stories

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.

“She is the one who hired those kidnappers, they’re probably connected to her new boyfriend. Didn’t you say you just found out he is a mobster?” Evelyn is right. For all I know, she and Hunter Grant, aka Hazardous, were sleeping together for months. Men like him have no sense of honor. Unlike Mr. D. He’s a mobster but he has rules and follows them. Rules that I broke last night when I brought Addy into that room trying to get her to see it.

He slid a necklace worth eight figures around her neck and doted on her, as if she was the center of his life. Ivy smiled like a princess as he gently wiped off the cake from the corner of her mouth. I glared at the screen so hard that my eyes stung, and I almost started crying again. The man sized me up in disdain. “Why are you staring at that? He’s a mafia boss! The woman beside him is his childhood friend. Stop dreaming about living that sort of life, you pleb!” “Happy birthday, Ivy!” On the screen, he wished Ivy a happy birthday.

"I want you Arson." "No." He remained silent but slowly let go of up, i held him back. "We have to leave." "Be my boyfriend." "Are you for real, we are in a life and death situation Giovanni, damn it." I cursed through gritted teeth, but he just stared at me, i sighed. "Am just your plaything, you already said it, you can use me any how you want." "I don't want that." "Okay fine, i will be your boyfriend." I agreed because he was sulking and acting like a child, is this still the highly feared Mafia don people talked about.

"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.

"Thank you. You saved me earlier...." "Don't you even dare mention it, didn't you know what you were getting yourself into before you went and slept with him?" "Didn't I know what I was getting myself into?" I murmured in a tone that I knew well was going to irritate him. "I dated Marco Lorenzo. He was my boyfriend." "You dated him. But did you know he's part of an Italian Mob?" "What?" "Don't ask me what. I thought you said you dated him." "I dated him doesn't mean I'm aware of everything that's going on in his life?"

He took a bottle of shampoo and put a small amount of it on my head and helped me in washing my hair. "Hmm. So how was your day?" I asked him as I closed my eyes trying to enjoy the little massage he is giving me. "Nice." He said. "It wasn't. You were angry, then later you fought the men. So tell me what's nice about it." I reminded him. "I got to fight, at least." He told me. "Fight? Are you a thug?" "No, I am a mobster and I derive pleasure from it." He confessed.