My Mobster Boyfriend Novels & Stories

The club was alive with pounding bass and flashing lights, a perfect escape for anyone wanting to lose themselves in the rhythm. But for me, the music was just noise, and the lights only made the shadows in my mind darker. I had come here with my friends to try and forget, to drown my sorrows in a sea of strangers, but the recent betrayal was too fresh. My boyfriend—no, my ex-boyfriend—had been cheating on me. And with Nikita, my supposed best friend. The image of them together, tangled in each other in that hotel room, was seared into my mind.

As in Silas' best-friend, and my bodyguard, Martin? "Usually he is sitting inside that cabin." I replied, pointing to the cabin on the left side, making the boy in front of me nod. "But I haven't seen him today. From what I know he is out for some work. Who might you be?" I asked him again, and I saw his cheeks flushing red. 'I have a boyfriend, and he won't appreciate my ass in the jail.' I remember Martin telling me in the bar. My eyes widened as I looked at the boy in front of me. He is Martin's boyfriend? I thought his boyfriend belonged to mafia background only, not a college-going or a highschool student.

“It’s the most violent Hispanic gang in the United States. It’s run by the Mexican Mafia. Shit, Gabby, how can you not even know what MS13 is?” With a shrug, I answered, “Well, clearly, I don’t run in the same circles as you.” “Fuck me,” he murmured, glancing around the hallway in confusion. “You really didn’t sic Mad Manny on me, did you?” “Umm, no.” I crossed my arms over my chest, ready for an apology. “I really didn’t. And I’m sure I couldn’t even afford one even if I did want to scare you off.” “No,” he said slowly before his eyes widened. “Maybe you couldn’t. But I’m sure that fancy, rich boyfriend of yours could.”

The whole world stopped in when his body entered the room. Men are said to earn more in tailored suits. He, in a tuxedo, was to eat it and not even leave the bones. The black suit, plus a white shirt and bow tie made him even more attractive. Mafia = Sexy men. It was a good place for a single girl. Best of all, that night that boy was mine, even if it was a cover, but I wasn't going to complain. It was the closest thing to having a gorgeous boyfriend again.

“But please, calm down. You’re panicking right now.” I bit my lower lip as I hiccupped, my chest was heaving heavily on my chest as I tried to calm my nerves. Indeed, I was panicking, but who wouldn’t be, right? Arcel cupped my face gently as she wiped my tears. I closed my eyes, my mind was trying to process what just happened a while ago. “I s-saw it…” I uttered. “Just… who is he?” “He’s the boss,” she suddenly said, making my eyes flutter open as I stared at her. She gave me a smile. “Master Vicenzo is the Don of the mafia.”

I say in a trembling voice. “I’ve waited long enough, baby girl, I’m getting impatient,” he says. “Please, you agreed to give us five months,” I remind him terrified. My younger brother, Eddie, has a gambling problem, he developed it shortly after we lost our parents. I guess playing poker was his way of coping with the loss or something like that. I knew that wasn’t good for him, but I let him be because I thought he needed time to grieve and heal. It wasn’t until those thugs showed up in our apartment that I realized the terrible mistake I made by letting him gamble. Eddie now owes 50,000 dollars to an underground gambling place run by the son of a well-known mobster called Vittorio Ricci.

When we finally parted, breathless and dizzy, he rested his forehead against mine, his eyes dark with emotion. “I will not push you further tonight,” he said, repeating the promise he had made before. “I respect you too much to rush this. But I want you to know—from this moment on, you are not alone anymore. Whatever you need, whenever you need it, I am only a call away. Ethan may be your boyfriend, but I will be the one who actually sees you.”

"Everything about this is complicated." "Speak for yourself, you're the one actually engaged now, to a woman who might be carrying your baby." "Fair point." The corner of his mouth moved, the almost-smile making its long overdue return. "At least you have that going for you. Comparatively normal problems." "My problems are extremely normal, thank you." "Boyfriend home for exactly one week, best friend forced into an engagement to avoid a family scandal. Very normal." "Best friend," I repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Upgrade from sister, I see."

"That depends. Who's the young man you're going out with?" Tasha bit her lip. "His name's Joseph. I don't know much about him, honestly. He's... kind of intense. But calm. Like he's always ten steps ahead of everyone." Debby cackled. "You met him, what, three times? And he already gave you a diamond bracelet. Girl's about to marry a mafia don and doesn't even know it," Debby joked. "It's not like that," Tasha said, but her cheeks flushed anyway. She picked up the bracelet from her dresser. "He gave me this as a graduation gift."

I've decided to take away what's most important to him so that he can't hurt any more girls. Then, he turned around and strode out of the lobby to make a call. Sean stared, gaping, at the man who was on the phone outside the hospital, his entire body frozen in shock. A split second later, he turned to stare at Bonnie. "Your… Your friend? What does he do for a living?" "He's a gangster," Gwen answered before Bonnie could even open her mouth. "He's my boyfriend and the head honcho of all the gangs in Merchant City.