My Mobster Boyfriend Novels & Stories

I roll my eyes and shove the content of my fork inside my mouth. " Can you let me finish?" " Yeah , I'm sorry." She waves her spoon and stuff her mouth with cereal. " Thank you. I saw this guy at the club. He was so weird and his name was Cage." " Cage? Cage Eduardo?" " Do you know everyone? Like literally every hot guy?" " Shut up. He's a mobster so basically he's fuckin popular and cute." " Wait a mobster? Did you sleep with him?" " Bitch , seriously." She rolls her eyes." I didn't. I've seen him. And yes , he's a mobster. Son of a Mafia boss in Italy. Father owns a Cartel."

Madison There are too many emotions within me to count. My head is spinning in circles, and I'm honestly so damn confused I don't even know how to feel. Can anyone blame me, though? My boyfriend is a murderer—a freaking mafia boss—who killed and kept my abusive ex-boyfriend in his freezer at the restaurant where I work. I'm pregnant with his baby, and here I am, about to share a bed with him. I don't know whether to laugh or cry about the situation. Victor terrifies me, but there is also this sick little part of my brain that finds him sexy.

’ Massimo froze his body going from open and friendly to freezing ice cubes in seconds, ‘He is the Leader of the Sicilian Mafia a very dangerous man. Now tell me how do you know him?’ She had spoken in English and he replied in perfect English, ‘He was my boyfriend.’ She told him simply her eyes downcast and her shoulders slumped believing he would now return her to Dante. ‘He was you

“Guess what?” I groaned. “Mark” “Missy’s got a boyfriend,” he announced proudly. Mom’s eyes widened. “Oh really?” I buried my face in my hands. “Why are you like this?” Mark grinned. “He’s mafia, Mom. Real intense guy. But soft around her. Calls her baby girl and everything.” “Oh my God” I laughed, face burning. “Stop.” Mom giggled, wiping fresh tears from her cheeks. “I’m just happy you’re loved, sweetheart.”

***MICHELLE'S POV*** I hate being born in the mafia, and I hate the fact that Daddy treats me like a baby, and Sinclair too. I've known Sinclair part of my life, and although distant, he has been my role model, I know he loves me too, but it's just that he just provides for me and that's it. Coming to Seattle, I know what is up. Matteo Sanchez. He is my boyfriend of one year now and we have succeeded in keeping our relationship apart from Sinclair. We've got caught kissing by two of the guards now, but Matteo threatened to kill them if they breathed a word to Sinclair.

My boyfriend, who was a Mafia Don and wildly in love with me, kicked me out of the family and caused my younger brother's death because of the new Consigliere. I decided to leave once and for all. "Are you sure you want to join us, Eva? Well, then it's a deal. We leave in three days." On the other end of the phone call was the agitated voice of the Carloni family's Underboss. They were the top Mafia family in the United States.

De Luca, I didn't expect to hear from you so soon. - Miss Scott, my sincere apologies. We have already recovered your merchandise and transferred the money to our account. We will deliver it to you tomorrow at the same time and place. I intend to do the service myself. I was ready to do it today, but I'm supporting my baby sister. She has just lost Tobi, her eldest son, in an unfortunate accident that killed him and two of his friends. Ohhhh Tobias was dead, as were the other two unfortunate people who had nothing to do with the matter. Tobias must not have died a clean death, as the money was with De Luca.

She just watched him, her throat tight, her emotions in turmoil. The silence was broken by the buzz of her phone. It was on the nightstand—she picked it up without thinking, and when she saw the name on the screen, her blood ran cold. Unknown number. She opened the message. There was a photo. Of her entering the clinic with Stefan by her side, holding hands. And right below, a message: "So now you're someone's whore. Not with me—but with him. How disappointing, kitty. Do you know how many things I could say about him? Want everyone to know who he is? How about I report him to the authorities? Come see me tonight—or I expose your mafia boyfriend."

I asked him. "Look, you are pregnant from what I can tell, so I am going to forgive you this once and not tell anybody else about this. But you should not call any other person to put a hit on Stella, she's not someone you can mess with," he told me. "What are you talking about? What happened to Stella?" I asked him urgently. "Stella is now Jonathan's wife, and Jonathan is not someone you would want to mess with. He is involved with the mafia," my hitman told me.

All too well did I know the car and the man it bespoke. The doors opened as one, and three men spilled out. They moved with deliberate calculation, sans tailored suits or obvious weaponry, yet exuding an aura of threat. It was in their posture-the predatory assurance, the faint, smug smiles-that put my teeth on edge. My opponent. Victor Moretti. What was he doing here of all places? My hold on Lena's hand tightened involuntarily. She gasped, looking up at me with wide, enquiring eyes, but at that moment, I just couldn't afford to give her even a second of my attention. A million and one scenarios flooded my mind, none of them good.